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Welcome to Fairfax Underground, a project site designed to improve communication among residents of Fairfax County, VA. Feel free to post anything Northern Virginia residents would find interesting.
Welcome to Fairfax Underground, a project site designed to improve communication among residents of Fairfax County, VA. Feel free to post anything Northern Virginia residents would find interesting.
Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
ScottAM
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Date: August 17, 2006 02:56PM
I am trying to research hauntings and supernatural activity in the Fairfax and Northern VA areas. The site I have been using is fascinating and I a wondering if any locals in here would be able to verify or confirm any of the stories, even if you could just verify that you\'ve heard the rumors, but do not necessarily believe them, is helpful,
Truly some frightening things are listed on here, it\'s searchable by city
http://www.ghostsofamerica.com/
Truly some frightening things are listed on here, it\'s searchable by city
http://www.ghostsofamerica.com/
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
trekroner
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Date: August 17, 2006 04:41PM
That site seems to have some pretty vague stories, and nothing specific to the actual area. (Anyone can claim to have spotted "the ghost of a woman sitting the porch of a house in *enter name of city here*")
If you're interested, you might ask some of the people who work at a building originally called the Barbour House at 4069 Chain Bridge Rd. in Fairfax City if they've ever experienced anything there. It's the old white building with 4 large columns in front; Lupos restaurant is currently in the lower level. It's directly across from the judicial center.
I worked in the building several years ago, and on a few occasions, had the unfortunate experience of being the only one there late at night. I never saw any ghosts, per se, but would frequently hear what sounded like large tables being dragged across the floor overhead. (Our office was upstairs, with only an unfinished attic above.) I assumed that it was an accoustic illusion, and that the sounds were coming from the former Seasons Restaurant below--until I found that it was closed and there was absolutely no one else in the building.
I certainly wasn't imagining it, because I could feel the vibrations with each sound when I put my hand on the wall. More disturbing, I once expected to hear the sounds echoing louder when I opened the door to the stairwell, which would have happened had they been coming from the restaurant. Instead, the halls were quiet.
I never found out what the cause was, and never really experienced anything beyond that. I should also point out that those sounds would occur at times throughout the day, as well, but never on any consistent basis. I didn't become aware of it until I was there alone late that first time--that's when it got just plain creepy.
I would, however, be curious to know if there've been any other stories from either the restaurants or other offices in that building's past. Good luck with your research.
If you're interested, you might ask some of the people who work at a building originally called the Barbour House at 4069 Chain Bridge Rd. in Fairfax City if they've ever experienced anything there. It's the old white building with 4 large columns in front; Lupos restaurant is currently in the lower level. It's directly across from the judicial center.
I worked in the building several years ago, and on a few occasions, had the unfortunate experience of being the only one there late at night. I never saw any ghosts, per se, but would frequently hear what sounded like large tables being dragged across the floor overhead. (Our office was upstairs, with only an unfinished attic above.) I assumed that it was an accoustic illusion, and that the sounds were coming from the former Seasons Restaurant below--until I found that it was closed and there was absolutely no one else in the building.
I certainly wasn't imagining it, because I could feel the vibrations with each sound when I put my hand on the wall. More disturbing, I once expected to hear the sounds echoing louder when I opened the door to the stairwell, which would have happened had they been coming from the restaurant. Instead, the halls were quiet.
I never found out what the cause was, and never really experienced anything beyond that. I should also point out that those sounds would occur at times throughout the day, as well, but never on any consistent basis. I didn't become aware of it until I was there alone late that first time--that's when it got just plain creepy.
I would, however, be curious to know if there've been any other stories from either the restaurants or other offices in that building's past. Good luck with your research.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
345
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Date: August 17, 2006 04:45PM
This site is haunted by d-bags.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Lurker
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Date: August 17, 2006 04:53PM
There was suppose to be a ghost that Huanted Reston Ave(Now Parkway). I was suppose to be the spirit of one body that was dumped on the road by a serial killer back in the late 60's \early 70's. I don't think they ever caught the serial killer. Check the Reston Times archives, they rans stories about it.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Lurker
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Date: August 17, 2006 05:02PM
Another Reston Ghost story. Apparently many people claimed to see this gilr ghost over a weekend period -
The Reton Ghost -- isn't that the tortured soul of a dotcom company that met an untimely death last year? :)
Seriously, I think it's supposed to be the spirit of Gwen Ames. As I recall she was strangled near the canal section of Lake Anne while all the people who lived around there were at some concert on the plaza.
The Reton Ghost -- isn't that the tortured soul of a dotcom company that met an untimely death last year? :)
Seriously, I think it's supposed to be the spirit of Gwen Ames. As I recall she was strangled near the canal section of Lake Anne while all the people who lived around there were at some concert on the plaza.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
TheMeeper
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Date: August 17, 2006 05:19PM
[www.ghostsofamerica.com]
"The ghost of a woman with a bag tied around her head was witnessed drinking gasoline from a pump at a gas station in Dunn Loring. There have been other reports involving this ghost in the vicinity"
Oh OK then
"The ghost of a woman with a bag tied around her head was witnessed drinking gasoline from a pump at a gas station in Dunn Loring. There have been other reports involving this ghost in the vicinity"
Oh OK then
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
§
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Date: August 17, 2006 05:40PM
I've heard a similar story about paranormal activity at the old Seasons Restaurant in old town FFX. -§
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Mofo
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Date: August 17, 2006 07:42PM
Hmm no civil war ghosts from Manassas?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Civil
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Date: August 17, 2006 09:43PM
Funny you say that, about 20 years ago a couple of Reston residents swore they saw an older civil war soilder ghost late night at their mailbox, as soon as they went to investigate the ghost would look up and fade out.
I guess this guy is looking for some mail he lost? LOL More than just a couple of people reported it. A lot of civil war units passed through and camped in Reston; Yankees once on the way to Bull Run and then Confederates(Lee's) to take Washington.
You would think the civil war battlefields would be full of ghost rumors? Never heard any.
I guess this guy is looking for some mail he lost? LOL More than just a couple of people reported it. A lot of civil war units passed through and camped in Reston; Yankees once on the way to Bull Run and then Confederates(Lee's) to take Washington.
You would think the civil war battlefields would be full of ghost rumors? Never heard any.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
TheMeeper
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Date: August 17, 2006 10:02PM
There were some large-scale skirmishes in the Reston/Herndon area. A lot of soldiers died; whether they came back as ghosts, rogue cops, coyotes, or beaners, is left to the imagination.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Dranesville
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Dranesville
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
RESton Peace
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Date: August 17, 2006 10:11PM
Either Colvin Run Mill Park or Eleanor C Lawrence has a legend about a wall in the basement of a house on the grounds of the park...
Supposedly, someone was murdered bloodily, and blood got all over the walls. No matter how hard they try to wash the blood off, it always reappears..............
Supposedly, someone was murdered bloodily, and blood got all over the walls. No matter how hard they try to wash the blood off, it always reappears..............
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
345
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Date: August 18, 2006 08:16AM
I looked in depth for more info on the Gwen Ames murder. Anyone got any sources of info on it?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Gravis
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Date: August 18, 2006 05:20PM
ScottAM Wrote:
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> I am trying to research hauntings and supernatural
> activity in the Fairfax and Northern VA areas.
sorry but there are no ghosts or hauntings in nova. in fact, there are no ghosts or hauntings anywhere on the planet.
"the wisdom of the wise will perish, the intelligence of the intelligent will vanish."
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> I am trying to research hauntings and supernatural
> activity in the Fairfax and Northern VA areas.
sorry but there are no ghosts or hauntings in nova. in fact, there are no ghosts or hauntings anywhere on the planet.
"the wisdom of the wise will perish, the intelligence of the intelligent will vanish."
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
MrDoctor
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Date: August 18, 2006 06:27PM
house down the street is haunted.. when i was younger i watched their rabbit when they were out of town on vacation and they told me the ghosts name n shit he was the first owner (builder) of the house. and i heard cuppard sp? doors shuttng as i would leave the premises.. freaky i never went back alone
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Oakasm
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Date: August 21, 2006 11:51PM
The Auditorium at Madeira school in Great Falls. I'm a skeptic myself but ive heard shit from credible sources.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
345
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Date: August 28, 2006 12:58PM
"The Auditorium at Madeira school in Great Falls. I'm a skeptic myself but ive heard shit from credible sources."
Any details?
Any details?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
chenault
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Date: October 22, 2007 01:30PM
345 Wrote:
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> I looked in depth for more info on the Gwen Ames
> murder. Anyone got any sources of info on it?
Gwen was a drug addict that got clean. She had been clean a year when the Reston Festival happened. She went to the festival and on her way home she was strangled. It was believed by law enforcement and everyone that it was her former dealer,but the police were afraid of him. This dealer pretty much ran Lake Anne Plaza. I saw him one night and he told a girl I was with, that if she didnt take off her cross she could end up the way Gwen did. We left the Washington Plaza Baptist church and him and his friends had a human chain across the road trying to stop us. It was frightening. They have never made an arrest in her death, that bothers me. Makes me a little nervous to write this, but there you go.
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> I looked in depth for more info on the Gwen Ames
> murder. Anyone got any sources of info on it?
Gwen was a drug addict that got clean. She had been clean a year when the Reston Festival happened. She went to the festival and on her way home she was strangled. It was believed by law enforcement and everyone that it was her former dealer,but the police were afraid of him. This dealer pretty much ran Lake Anne Plaza. I saw him one night and he told a girl I was with, that if she didnt take off her cross she could end up the way Gwen did. We left the Washington Plaza Baptist church and him and his friends had a human chain across the road trying to stop us. It was frightening. They have never made an arrest in her death, that bothers me. Makes me a little nervous to write this, but there you go.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Andrea
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Date: October 22, 2007 02:06PM
I'm also really into the paranormal, so anyone's stories would be awesome to hear. I live in Vienna and was wondering if there are any hauntings around here? I can only imagine that maybe the Freeman Store or that caboose ((sp?)) has some sort of something going on!
But anyways, any detailed stories would be awesome to hear. Also locations! ((No bunnyman bridge thanks...everyone knows that one and knows that the Clifton kids will go fuck with you there))
lol the thing from ghostsofamerica.com ... I read something on there a long time ago saying a "headless" woman has been seen drinking gasoline out of pumps or whatever, but it just seems like people would send the most ridiculous thing they could think of and then see if it got posted, and it did.
But anyways, any detailed stories would be awesome to hear. Also locations! ((No bunnyman bridge thanks...everyone knows that one and knows that the Clifton kids will go fuck with you there))
lol the thing from ghostsofamerica.com ... I read something on there a long time ago saying a "headless" woman has been seen drinking gasoline out of pumps or whatever, but it just seems like people would send the most ridiculous thing they could think of and then see if it got posted, and it did.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
ferfux
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Date: October 22, 2007 02:12PM
There is a really scary recent one from Richmond. He is frustrated singer songwriter who had delusions of Granduer. One night after another failed gig a young woman came up to him and asked that she meet him out in a graveyard. She didnt want anyone to know she was out late at night with the musician cuz she was underage. Well Mea....er the musician went to the graveyard that night and didnt come back. Some undertakers found his limp bloated body wrapped in Kudzu with a sign reading, "No talent at all". He was apparently chocked with Kudzu vine to DEATH. One of the undertakers had caught part of his "gig" at a local coffee shop. He simply shrugged and threw his body in the river. Apparently he agreed with the murderer. Now this No talent spirit haunts websites in grief and pain, foisting its songs and musings on the people who denied him stardom during life. He is having his revenge on Fairfax yet. Bwhahahahahaha
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
BR
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Date: October 22, 2007 02:47PM
That big white mansion (the old Franklin residence maybe?) off of West Ox Road by Dower House Drive in Franklin Farm supposedly has stuff going on in it. I knew someone who lived in it (maybe she still does...it's been a long time) and she said that she experienced all sorts of stuff in there on a regular basis...so much so that she got used to it. She mostly heard conversations going on, but every once in a while she'd see one (usually an older guy I think) just chilling in a room somewhere. They never "talked" to her or acknowledged her in anyway....they just kind of did their own thing,
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
CO
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Date: October 23, 2007 04:50PM
345 Wrote:
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> I looked in depth for more info on the Gwen Ames
> murder. Anyone got any sources of info on it?
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not much info..but at least something..
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/14/AR2007041401319_3.html
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> I looked in depth for more info on the Gwen Ames
> murder. Anyone got any sources of info on it?
=======================================================
not much info..but at least something..
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/14/AR2007041401319_3.html
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Andrea
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Date: October 25, 2007 01:52PM
Come on people, add your true ghost stories from around the area!!! :)
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Suburbanite
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Date: October 26, 2007 07:19AM
There is an office building in McLean off of Anderson Rd that is haunted. Never saw anything specific, but we definitely heard crashing pans or doors closing but the building was empty(I worked security, we knew everyone was out and it was the middle of the night) and occasionally we would smell a strong floral perfume, as if someone wearing it was passing you, but no one was there. Rumor has it that the building was built on an old graveyard that had been relocated.
The really creepy thing about the building was the fact that the employees fought hard not to be moved out of there. There was one department that was in that building for at least 15 years when other departments in neighboring buildings were relocated about every 8 months.
The really creepy thing about the building was the fact that the employees fought hard not to be moved out of there. There was one department that was in that building for at least 15 years when other departments in neighboring buildings were relocated about every 8 months.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
KeepOnTruckin
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Date: October 26, 2007 02:39PM
All the bomb shelters at local high schools have ghosts. The construction workers who died building the schools live there.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Lurker.
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Date: October 31, 2007 05:33PM
Look for yourself! I have not touched or photoshoped this picture at all!
I took this picture at about 6:30am on a Lake in Fairfax county near an area where some civil war relics were found. Now that I look at the picture closer I see four figures in the fog. On the right is a guy in a civil cap, then a guy leaning over what looks like stretcher, then a lady in a civil war style dress.
Very Spook!
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I took this picture at about 6:30am on a Lake in Fairfax county near an area where some civil war relics were found. Now that I look at the picture closer I see four figures in the fog. On the right is a guy in a civil cap, then a guy leaning over what looks like stretcher, then a lady in a civil war style dress.
Very Spook!
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Cricket
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Date: October 31, 2007 09:36PM
Plenty of Ghost Stories in Old Town. They offer tours with stories.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Kid
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Date: November 01, 2007 12:35AM
i cant find the people in the fog
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Mofo
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Date: November 01, 2007 12:45AM
There are tours in old towne Alexandria that are quite interesting.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
WantsToBelieve
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Date: January 29, 2008 12:07PM
If you look real close, you can see a steaming pile of crap. Because that is what the photo is. Its fog, early morning fog on a lake. Its like if you stare at a cloud long enough you can make out whatever you want it to be.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
FUNdamental
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Date: January 29, 2008 12:23PM
Hey, I heard there was this ghost up in the Frederick County, MD woods, and some college kids from Motgomery County 13th grade went up and got lost in the woods and videoed the ghost and they are now dead.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
496
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Date: January 29, 2008 12:34PM
what lake is that Lurker?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
guy
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Date: January 29, 2008 01:16PM
my old apartment was haunted, its in the public housing off of draper dr in fairfax.. i seen it my family has and i know the people living there now, and they have also.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Andrea
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Date: January 29, 2008 02:41PM
I'd love to hear anyone's stories about their own personal experiences with ghosts/hauntings in this area...
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
still703
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Date: January 29, 2008 02:49PM
My friend just bought a house off of Lawyers Rd in Reston that is haunted. It's fairly old and I heard different noises the one time I stayed over. The first incident happened after I was asleep on the couch. I awoke to footsteps on the hardwood floors. I thought it was my friend getting a drink or something and went back to sleep. After a while, I woke up a second time because I thought I heard a door creak and then definitely I heard footsteps coming up from the basement staircase. I got up and turned the lights on and the noise stopped.
I must have fallen asleep like that because my friend woke me up around 11am and I was asleep but sitting on the couch with all the lights on. He never got up during the middle of the night.
I get text messages from him every once in a while at night saying he's hearing noises from downstairs again.
I must have fallen asleep like that because my friend woke me up around 11am and I was asleep but sitting on the couch with all the lights on. He never got up during the middle of the night.
I get text messages from him every once in a while at night saying he's hearing noises from downstairs again.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Genevieve
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Date: January 29, 2008 04:10PM
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Radiophile
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Date: February 04, 2008 07:45PM
let the ghosts be. They are not going to harm anyone. Statistically speaking, we should be more afraid of Gravis!
"I think the dead don't speak" - Bess Houdini
"And anyone who claims the dead speak is a fraud and needs to be exposed as such" - Radiophile
"I think the dead don't speak" - Bess Houdini
"And anyone who claims the dead speak is a fraud and needs to be exposed as such" - Radiophile
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Gravis
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Date: February 04, 2008 10:48PM
Radiophile Wrote:
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> let the ghosts be. They are not going to harm
> anyone. Statistically speaking, we should be more
> afraid of Gravis!
this is true, however, the idea or thought of someone seeing/hearing/sensing a ghost has caused some accidents. besides, ghosts dont swear at you, all you stupid motherfuckers.
"the wisdom of the wise will perish, the intelligence of the intelligent will vanish."
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> let the ghosts be. They are not going to harm
> anyone. Statistically speaking, we should be more
> afraid of Gravis!
this is true, however, the idea or thought of someone seeing/hearing/sensing a ghost has caused some accidents. besides, ghosts dont swear at you, all you stupid motherfuckers.
"the wisdom of the wise will perish, the intelligence of the intelligent will vanish."
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
goner
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Date: February 05, 2008 04:22PM
I went to an old abandoned house and huge barn in great falls that seems like it was haunted. I heard the sound of a horse in the barn
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Radiophile
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Date: February 05, 2008 08:15PM
Gravis Wrote:
>
> this is true, however, the idea or thought of
> someone seeing/hearing/sensing a ghost has caused
> some accidents. besides, ghosts dont swear at
> you, all you stupid motherfuckers.
To be honest, I am more afraid of Gravis then all the ghosts in Fairfax County!
>
> this is true, however, the idea or thought of
> someone seeing/hearing/sensing a ghost has caused
> some accidents. besides, ghosts dont swear at
> you, all you stupid motherfuckers.
To be honest, I am more afraid of Gravis then all the ghosts in Fairfax County!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
yo momma
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Date: February 05, 2008 11:03PM
Want to see the walking dead? Come to any Vienna Town Council meeting. Most of those folks are so old they fart dust.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
yo momma
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Date: February 05, 2008 11:05PM
I should also add that you will also see the walkng dead Wednesdays at Magruder's.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
joe
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Date: February 06, 2008 09:41PM
I SEE TEH CHEMTRAILS!!!!!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
mothman
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Date: February 07, 2008 12:06AM
i posted this in the springfield forum a while back.
burke lake road just up the hill from kilkenny dr. is haunted by some girl who walks on the side of the road. me and a friend were coming back from clifton late one morning when we saw her dressed in a white sweater walking along the side of the road. being the good citizen that i am, i turned around to see if she needed some help, but when i came back to where i saw her she was gone. didnt find out till 8 months later that others had the same situation happen to them.
no idea as to what the story behind the ghost was, but i swear on the holiest of bibles that what i said is true. i got better things to do than make up ghost stories on message boards, so if you dont believe me, i could really care less.
burke lake road just up the hill from kilkenny dr. is haunted by some girl who walks on the side of the road. me and a friend were coming back from clifton late one morning when we saw her dressed in a white sweater walking along the side of the road. being the good citizen that i am, i turned around to see if she needed some help, but when i came back to where i saw her she was gone. didnt find out till 8 months later that others had the same situation happen to them.
no idea as to what the story behind the ghost was, but i swear on the holiest of bibles that what i said is true. i got better things to do than make up ghost stories on message boards, so if you dont believe me, i could really care less.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
EW
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Date: May 11, 2010 07:51PM
Am interested in the stuff going on at the Barbour House, now the Hard Times Cafe....
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Area Man
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Date: May 11, 2010 08:02PM
Am interested in ghost with proper grammar.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Les
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Date: May 14, 2010 06:38PM
Mount Weather crash site. I think there's supposed to be pilot ghost on route 7 near there.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Dee
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Date: May 30, 2010 01:35AM
LEESBURG VA ( LOUDOUN COUNTY ) The woods rd ( off Evergreen Mills rd ) Banshee Reeks. The old homeless shelter ( 3 old houses in a row. they will be torn down soon ) and the Reeks park/woods itself is haunted by a "banshee". You can google the story about the Banshee Reek in loudoun virginia and then the story of the banshee from scotland and see how she got to virginia. I know it is true because i have heard it so many times. yes me who doesnt believe in ghosts or aliens or any of that ...till i spent a couple of years on the woods rd. at night she cries and screams in the woods from afar and up close.when people first hear it they swear its a cougar. yet yr after yr no cougar evidence and no attacks. during the day she talks, mumbles,coughs, sneezes,weeps, giggles, hums,walks around ,opens and closes doors upstairs, and occasionaly throws large heavy furniture and then drags it across the floor upstairs. at night she is heard by many. durring the day for some reason she only makes herself known when there are either 1 or 2 people to hear it.after you go upstairs to check things out she stops abruptly.the houses are NOT open to the public anymore. but im sure if one is brave enough to go just 1 or 2 people at a time and sit quietly in the area at night you are sure to hear it.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
charred remains
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Date: May 30, 2010 09:52AM
ScottAM Wrote:
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> I am trying to research hauntings and supernatural
> activity in the Fairfax and Northern VA areas.
> The site I have been using is fascinating and I a
> wondering if any locals in here would be able to
> verify or confirm any of the stories, even if you
> could just verify that you\'ve heard the rumors,
> but do not necessarily believe them, is helpful,
>
> Truly some frightening things are listed on here,
> it\'s searchable by city
>
> http://www.ghostsofamerica.com/
Dont forget the ass-raping sasquatch that was often seen in the Rock hill area of centreville and what is now called south ridings. This was in the early 70's through the mid 80's.
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> I am trying to research hauntings and supernatural
> activity in the Fairfax and Northern VA areas.
> The site I have been using is fascinating and I a
> wondering if any locals in here would be able to
> verify or confirm any of the stories, even if you
> could just verify that you\'ve heard the rumors,
> but do not necessarily believe them, is helpful,
>
> Truly some frightening things are listed on here,
> it\'s searchable by city
>
> http://www.ghostsofamerica.com/
Dont forget the ass-raping sasquatch that was often seen in the Rock hill area of centreville and what is now called south ridings. This was in the early 70's through the mid 80's.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Snapple
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Date: May 30, 2010 06:05PM
There are no such things as ghosts. If you believe in ghosts, you're either an idiot, or you're a child and you shouldn't be on a forum like this. This forum is mostly unmoderated, full of filth and racism, so it isn't a place for children.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
thatsnotrite
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Date: May 30, 2010 09:08PM
charred remains Wrote:
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> ScottAM Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
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> > I am trying to research hauntings and
> supernatural
> > activity in the Fairfax and Northern VA areas.
> > The site I have been using is fascinating and I
> a
> > wondering if any locals in here would be able
> to
> > verify or confirm any of the stories, even if
> you
> > could just verify that you\'ve heard the
> rumors,
> > but do not necessarily believe them, is
> helpful,
> >
> > Truly some frightening things are listed on
> here,
> > it\'s searchable by city
> >
> > http://www.ghostsofamerica.com/
>
>
> Dont forget the ass-raping sasquatch that was
> often seen in the Rock hill area of centreville
> and what is now called south ridings. This was in
> the early 70's through the mid 80's.
did you mean ass rapeing sasquatch?
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> ScottAM Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I am trying to research hauntings and
> supernatural
> > activity in the Fairfax and Northern VA areas.
> > The site I have been using is fascinating and I
> a
> > wondering if any locals in here would be able
> to
> > verify or confirm any of the stories, even if
> you
> > could just verify that you\'ve heard the
> rumors,
> > but do not necessarily believe them, is
> helpful,
> >
> > Truly some frightening things are listed on
> here,
> > it\'s searchable by city
> >
> > http://www.ghostsofamerica.com/
>
>
> Dont forget the ass-raping sasquatch that was
> often seen in the Rock hill area of centreville
> and what is now called south ridings. This was in
> the early 70's through the mid 80's.
did you mean ass rapeing sasquatch?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
notyourfriend
()
Date: May 30, 2010 10:31PM
The ass raping Sasquatch can be found in Herndon,Centerville, Springfield, and anywhere in PG county.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
GMU Hokie
()
Date: June 02, 2010 06:46AM
Perhaps it is the ghost of her sister . . .
http://www.marieclaire.com/celebrity-lifestyle/articles/living/remembering-tasha
I always thought it was the Bush Patrol bullies who killed Tasha.
Jean Harris wrote in her memoirs that girls had tied others to trees using chains.
345 Wrote:
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> "The Auditorium at Madeira school in Great Falls.
> I'm a skeptic myself but ive heard shit from
> credible sources."
>
> Any details?
http://www.marieclaire.com/celebrity-lifestyle/articles/living/remembering-tasha
I always thought it was the Bush Patrol bullies who killed Tasha.
Jean Harris wrote in her memoirs that girls had tied others to trees using chains.
345 Wrote:
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> "The Auditorium at Madeira school in Great Falls.
> I'm a skeptic myself but ive heard shit from
> credible sources."
>
> Any details?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Dee
()
Date: June 09, 2010 10:02PM
Yes I was surprised myself to find that there is no mention at all of the Gwen Ames case in Reston on the web about anywhere other than the fairfax cold cases page. Its sad. It always seemed to me that 100 percent was never given to that case to begin with. As if no one cared or even maybe a cover up to protect someone or maybe just the reputation of the town as it was a newly developing town at the time. Shame on who ever decided to give up on the murder of that young girl. I know if it was my kid I never would have let it rest. And whoever the killer was needs to keep one thnig in mind...by now they are old or getting there and time does not forgive, only confession before man and God does.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Dee
()
Date: June 09, 2010 10:34PM
Yes I was surprised myself to find that there is no mention at all of the Gwen Ames case in Reston on the web about anywhere other than the fairfax cold cases page. Its sad. It always seemed to me that 100 percent was never given to that case to begin with. As if no one cared or even maybe a cover up to protect someone or maybe just the reputation of the town as it was a newly developing town at the time. Shame on who ever decided to give up on the murder of that young girl. I know if it was my kid I never would have let it rest. And whoever the killer was needs to keep one thnig in mind...by now they are old or getting there and time does not forgive, only confession before man and God does.
I went by lake anne on the anniversary of that night june 4th and walked the path and foot bridge. no posters posted anywhere amymore and whoever used to drop flowers at the foot bridge didnt do it thias year. I did how ever see a handful of individuals stop and peer down at the foot of the bridge path and I couldnt help but wonder if they were thinking the same thing i was.
I went by lake anne on the anniversary of that night june 4th and walked the path and foot bridge. no posters posted anywhere amymore and whoever used to drop flowers at the foot bridge didnt do it thias year. I did how ever see a handful of individuals stop and peer down at the foot of the bridge path and I couldnt help but wonder if they were thinking the same thing i was.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
RobertGreyberg
()
Date: June 13, 2010 07:00PM
Bunny Man Bridge in Fairfax Station, VA is a debatable haunted location. But even better than that are all the old parks in that area or the Town of Clifton, all of which were places that had an active role in the Civil War and therefore could possibly have ghosts.
Bunny Man Bridge itself was actually the sight of an old train station called Sangster's Station where a Civil War skirmish occurred. That and the fact that there was a poor house located near the site, could be the source of some paranormal activity, along with the supposed ghosts of the Bunny Man legend.
Bunny Man Bridge itself was actually the sight of an old train station called Sangster's Station where a Civil War skirmish occurred. That and the fact that there was a poor house located near the site, could be the source of some paranormal activity, along with the supposed ghosts of the Bunny Man legend.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
eesh
()
Date: June 13, 2010 07:09PM
Jesus Christ not the resident Bunnyman expert again. How did that little Clifton film fest go? Did you get to tell the masses about all the details you learned about the Bunnyman from this site?
Blessed are the murderous.
Blessed are the murderous.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Thigh Master
()
Date: June 13, 2010 09:37PM
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
SURFBOAT
()
Date: June 15, 2010 07:20PM
The Silas Burke mansion
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
unsolved
()
Date: July 13, 2010 10:24PM
Dee or Chenault...can you share anymore on Gwen Ames, I am a relative looking for more information...thanks
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
QQ
()
Date: July 23, 2010 08:05AM
Hello, I am searching for information on the area of kempsville lake, specifically marlwood area. I have a very normally down-to-earth friend that is terrified to go home because she swears her house is haunted. She hears footsteps at night, the bathroom door opens and closes by itself, the sink's hot water turns on by itself, she feels cold gusts of air brush past her, and her daughter wrote a phrase on the wall, and when questioned, says she was told to write it by the devil.
Eventually my friend found the previous owner of the house on facebook, and learned the lady's son was complaining of seeing someone in his room. The former tenant admitted she moved because she thought she was going crazy and seeing things.
My friend dismissed the little things at first, but its been going on for months now and she says its too much for her to ignore.
What should she do?
Eventually my friend found the previous owner of the house on facebook, and learned the lady's son was complaining of seeing someone in his room. The former tenant admitted she moved because she thought she was going crazy and seeing things.
My friend dismissed the little things at first, but its been going on for months now and she says its too much for her to ignore.
What should she do?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
ThePackLeader
()
Date: July 23, 2010 10:43PM
Manassas Battlefield, that's where you go if you want to see a haunting.
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"And if any women or children get their legs torn off, or faces caved in, well, it's tough shit for them." -2LT. Bert Stiles, 505th, 339th (On Berlin Bombardier Mission, 1944).
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"And if any women or children get their legs torn off, or faces caved in, well, it's tough shit for them." -2LT. Bert Stiles, 505th, 339th (On Berlin Bombardier Mission, 1944).
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Glenmore near GMU
()
Date: July 24, 2010 01:34AM
http://autumnforestghosthunter.blogspot.com/2009/01/fairfax-virginia-green-acres-elementary.html
My friend, Corrine, posted about a house that she went to as a kid that had been haunted. Steve Toole, Corrine's brother still resides on Glenmore. Corrine passed away six months ago.
There is more history about the house that is discussed on the page.
My friend, Corrine, posted about a house that she went to as a kid that had been haunted. Steve Toole, Corrine's brother still resides on Glenmore. Corrine passed away six months ago.
There is more history about the house that is discussed on the page.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Glenmere near GMU
()
Date: July 24, 2010 01:37AM
Glenmere near GMU Wrote:
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> http://autumnforestghosthunter.blogspot.com/2009/0
> 1/fairfax-virginia-green-acres-elementary.html
From Corrine Toole, March 2009
To Sharon,
I remember going to a Open House at your home. They had done a nice job of updating and added bathrooms, and closing off the staircase to the attic. During the tour, I found myself alone in the basement... and a heavy sense that I was not alone. I ran up the stairs into the kitchen, where people just turned and looked at me. I said...Ghosts! :)
For awhile there, it seemed they couldnt keep a tenant in the house for more than a year or so. But the current tenant now has been there for several years. Do you know any more about that?
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> http://autumnforestghosthunter.blogspot.com/2009/0
> 1/fairfax-virginia-green-acres-elementary.html
From Corrine Toole, March 2009
To Sharon,
I remember going to a Open House at your home. They had done a nice job of updating and added bathrooms, and closing off the staircase to the attic. During the tour, I found myself alone in the basement... and a heavy sense that I was not alone. I ran up the stairs into the kitchen, where people just turned and looked at me. I said...Ghosts! :)
For awhile there, it seemed they couldnt keep a tenant in the house for more than a year or so. But the current tenant now has been there for several years. Do you know any more about that?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Civil War Field Hospital
()
Date: July 24, 2010 01:42AM
http://autumnforestghosthunter.blogspot.com/2009/01/fairfax-virginia-green-acres-elementary.html
Sharon, blog name, autum forest, lived in a house in Fairfax. I've looked up info. on this house. It was a while ago. I'll see if I can find the back story on it. If not, go to her blog & try to find the location yourself.
This is what Sharon wrote on her site...
I am a ghost hunter who grew up in a Civil War field hospital where many unexplainable occurrences changed the course of my life. Follow me as I toss out theories and mess with your thinking. You may not be the same after coming here. I plan to open your minds wide about all things paranormal.
Sharon, blog name, autum forest, lived in a house in Fairfax. I've looked up info. on this house. It was a while ago. I'll see if I can find the back story on it. If not, go to her blog & try to find the location yourself.
This is what Sharon wrote on her site...
I am a ghost hunter who grew up in a Civil War field hospital where many unexplainable occurrences changed the course of my life. Follow me as I toss out theories and mess with your thinking. You may not be the same after coming here. I plan to open your minds wide about all things paranormal.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Fairfax - Aspen Grove
()
Date: July 24, 2010 01:48AM
Do a search on Aspen Grove in Fairfax, VA
Sharon posts a picture of the house, Aspen Grove. You need to go to her site to see it. This picture is from the 1890s.
I had to add the house I grew up in to the list of 50 places I’m researching because as a personal witness to the phenomenon and the makeup of the land and structure, I can probably give more information to this site than the others.
Aspen Grove was built in Fairfax Virginia in the mid 1700s originally as a fort against Indians, supposedly. Back then, it was called "The Springfield" because it was fed by the Pohick Creek (an offshoot of the Potomac) and had lots of underground springs, one of which fed the well to our home and the outbuildings with the best tasting water I’ve ever had in my entire life. During the Civil War, the Union took it over and used it as a field hospital, then the Confederates got it back and used it for the same. Both sides bled and died there. You can't get more conflict than to have both sides haunting the place. The grounds were rich with relics, the wooden floors still stained dark from their blood, and the ghosts most assuredly restless.
Sharon posts a picture of the house, Aspen Grove. You need to go to her site to see it. This picture is from the 1890s.
I had to add the house I grew up in to the list of 50 places I’m researching because as a personal witness to the phenomenon and the makeup of the land and structure, I can probably give more information to this site than the others.
Aspen Grove was built in Fairfax Virginia in the mid 1700s originally as a fort against Indians, supposedly. Back then, it was called "The Springfield" because it was fed by the Pohick Creek (an offshoot of the Potomac) and had lots of underground springs, one of which fed the well to our home and the outbuildings with the best tasting water I’ve ever had in my entire life. During the Civil War, the Union took it over and used it as a field hospital, then the Confederates got it back and used it for the same. Both sides bled and died there. You can't get more conflict than to have both sides haunting the place. The grounds were rich with relics, the wooden floors still stained dark from their blood, and the ghosts most assuredly restless.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
10212 Aspen Willow Dr,
()
Date: July 24, 2010 02:05AM
10212 Aspen Willow Dr, Fairfax, VA 22030
Off of Roberts Rd near GMU
http://autumnforestghosthunter.blogspot.com/2009/06/aspen-grove-scores-5-out-of-6.html
The above link describes hauntings at Aspen Grove... written in 2009
http://autumnforestghosthunter.blogspot.com/2010/06/articles-about-aspen-grove.html
Posted on 7 June 2010-- The above link provides an article published in one of the local newspapers in 1980. Interesting stuff to read.
Off of Roberts Rd near GMU
http://autumnforestghosthunter.blogspot.com/2009/06/aspen-grove-scores-5-out-of-6.html
The above link describes hauntings at Aspen Grove... written in 2009
http://autumnforestghosthunter.blogspot.com/2010/06/articles-about-aspen-grove.html
Posted on 7 June 2010-- The above link provides an article published in one of the local newspapers in 1980. Interesting stuff to read.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Zack Bagans
()
Date: August 07, 2010 08:42AM
I heard last week that there is a "imprint" ghost at a bridge where Rolling Road and Fairfax County Parkway intersect. My friend alleges that the ghost replays its death over and over again and regular basis.
He claims to have witnessed it twice.
He claims to have witnessed it twice.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Gwen Ames
()
Date: August 07, 2010 02:52PM
Around that time, there was a story going around the neighborhood that girls would park their cars on Waterview Cl late at night and see Gwen's face in the rearview mirror. I don't recall all the details, but this sounds like another ripoff off of the Bloody Mary legend.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Isabella
()
Date: October 11, 2010 09:00AM
Hi my name is Bella :) does anyone know the history of 3023 Dower House Drive? It used to be my grandparents house and I expierienced things when I would visit them. Some people said that a boy died in a bike accident on the property.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Britdrnva~
()
Date: October 11, 2010 09:37AM
I believe my house is haunted - though I haven't heard/witnessed any activity in about a year - don't know why. For a while though things were kind of 'odd'. I would hear clearly very hard (as if someone was walking hard on their heels) loud thuds across the hallway upstairs. It was always at night, almost always around 11:30pm. This wouldn't happen consistently but on random occasions.
Another night, I was home - sick w a high fever and in bed. I had heard the footsteps again right in the hallway next to me - got out of bed and my attic opening was ajar. To get to my attic you need a ladder and have to really push hard as there is a board that holds firmly. I saw no footsteps but the attic was open. I ran downstairs called the police.
When he arrived, I explained what had happened he called for back-up and they went looking around the property - nothing. Then got my ladder from the garage and checked in the attic - nothing. That hasn't happened since - that incident occurred about 1.5 years ago
Behind my house are woods, if you walk into the woods a bit (about 50 yards from my house) there are ruins of an old water mill...the funny thing is I don't believe in ghosts per se and I'm usually a skeptic for things like this. But I know what I've heard (and it was on numerous times) and I know somehow that attic door became open. It could be just wind passing through, who knows, the consistent timing, methodical 'stepping noises', etc., does give one pause.
Another night, I was home - sick w a high fever and in bed. I had heard the footsteps again right in the hallway next to me - got out of bed and my attic opening was ajar. To get to my attic you need a ladder and have to really push hard as there is a board that holds firmly. I saw no footsteps but the attic was open. I ran downstairs called the police.
When he arrived, I explained what had happened he called for back-up and they went looking around the property - nothing. Then got my ladder from the garage and checked in the attic - nothing. That hasn't happened since - that incident occurred about 1.5 years ago
Behind my house are woods, if you walk into the woods a bit (about 50 yards from my house) there are ruins of an old water mill...the funny thing is I don't believe in ghosts per se and I'm usually a skeptic for things like this. But I know what I've heard (and it was on numerous times) and I know somehow that attic door became open. It could be just wind passing through, who knows, the consistent timing, methodical 'stepping noises', etc., does give one pause.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
novaresident
()
Date: October 12, 2010 09:25AM
WHERE CAN I FIND A REAL "HAUNTED HOUSE" IN NORTHERN VA? ARE THEY ABANDONED?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
novaresident
()
Date: October 12, 2010 09:40AM
Isabella Wrote:
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> Hi my name is Bella :) does anyone know the
> history of 3023 Dower House Drive? It used to be
> my grandparents house and I expierienced things
> when I would visit them. Some people said that a
> boy died in a bike accident on the property.
3023 Dower House Dr
Herndon, VA 20171
You said a boy died here? Is this the home your referring to as being haunted?
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> Hi my name is Bella :) does anyone know the
> history of 3023 Dower House Drive? It used to be
> my grandparents house and I expierienced things
> when I would visit them. Some people said that a
> boy died in a bike accident on the property.
3023 Dower House Dr
Herndon, VA 20171
You said a boy died here? Is this the home your referring to as being haunted?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Dee
()
Date: October 31, 2010 05:57PM
In reply to "unsolved": wish there was more to tell, that happened a couple yrs before I moved to Va. ( Gwen Ames ). I just know that it wasnt something that people talked about much but the posters hung at Lake Anne and withered away. During my time there was the usual crowd that hung there that mostly lived around the Lake or nearby or from further out that were just looking for the partys. Then there were the straglers that would pop in just ever so often that most people seemed to know but they didnt hang long. There were a few older bikers that people seemed to be afraid of but respected. I was at the Plaza some late 1981 or 82 nite when a friend of mine got stabed by a biker that got mad and broke a bottle against the wall and stabbed him with that. His biker "b*tch" stood over me and said you didnt see anything, I called 911 from the pay phone and they were gone. Never knew their names. My friend was ok and says he gave a police report. I doubt that had anything to do with Gwens murder but things like that happened there and no one dared to "Narc" (we called it) and most were under the influence all the time to be able to recall things. My question to you as family is why didnt her family go to the trouble of investigating?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
mwfh
()
Date: November 04, 2010 04:55PM
Something that happened in January this year:
This family moved into a house in Fairfax. They started noticing weird things like shapes and shadows on the walls and ceilings. They thought it was light or shadows coming in from the windows, but continued to see them at night too. And they had a son who told them that he met a boy who wanted to be his friend, but they thought it was just an imaginary friend. Then they started experiencing other things, like the entire house shaking and their son said that his friend was doing it. After a few days, the activity got worse, the family immediately packed up some clothes to leave. As they were getting in the car, the dad got a text message from a blocked number saying "come back". They stayed with friends and contacted their Lutheran reverend about a house blessing, but that didn't work. They were told to contact a Catholic church since they are the only ones who know how to perform exorcisms. An Archdiocese priest went to the house. He thought he was just going to do a simple house blessing, but realized there was more in that house. Had to go back to the Bishop with proof of supernatural events and it was enough evidence to have him perform a house exorcism. Said that if the house exorcism was never done, the demon in the house would have eventually taken over the boy.
True story.
Was never told the city, to protect the family.
This family moved into a house in Fairfax. They started noticing weird things like shapes and shadows on the walls and ceilings. They thought it was light or shadows coming in from the windows, but continued to see them at night too. And they had a son who told them that he met a boy who wanted to be his friend, but they thought it was just an imaginary friend. Then they started experiencing other things, like the entire house shaking and their son said that his friend was doing it. After a few days, the activity got worse, the family immediately packed up some clothes to leave. As they were getting in the car, the dad got a text message from a blocked number saying "come back". They stayed with friends and contacted their Lutheran reverend about a house blessing, but that didn't work. They were told to contact a Catholic church since they are the only ones who know how to perform exorcisms. An Archdiocese priest went to the house. He thought he was just going to do a simple house blessing, but realized there was more in that house. Had to go back to the Bishop with proof of supernatural events and it was enough evidence to have him perform a house exorcism. Said that if the house exorcism was never done, the demon in the house would have eventually taken over the boy.
True story.
Was never told the city, to protect the family.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
seriouslyshady
()
Date: December 26, 2010 10:38PM
is this true or people making up shit
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
jamey angel
()
Date: January 17, 2011 03:36PM
In reply to:
"Another Reston Ghost story. Apparently many people claimed to see this girl ghost over a weekend period -
I think it's supposed to be the spirit of Gwen Ames. As I recall she was strangled near the canal section of Lake Anne while all the people who lived around there were at some concert on the plaza."
She was strangled on a bridge just steps from the door of her home. It was during the week-end long Reston Birthday Festival, which at that time was a big event. However, the activities were over around 11pm that night; Gwen was strangled a little after midnight. She was an absolutely beautiful young girl (you may remember her picture on the flyer put out for info on the murder) who was straightening her life out. It's very sad that the murderer has never been brought to justice.
"Another Reston Ghost story. Apparently many people claimed to see this girl ghost over a weekend period -
I think it's supposed to be the spirit of Gwen Ames. As I recall she was strangled near the canal section of Lake Anne while all the people who lived around there were at some concert on the plaza."
She was strangled on a bridge just steps from the door of her home. It was during the week-end long Reston Birthday Festival, which at that time was a big event. However, the activities were over around 11pm that night; Gwen was strangled a little after midnight. She was an absolutely beautiful young girl (you may remember her picture on the flyer put out for info on the murder) who was straightening her life out. It's very sad that the murderer has never been brought to justice.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
...
()
Date: January 17, 2011 04:11PM
it is said that there is a ghost at roundtree park on annandale road in falls Church.
http://www.meetup.com/novasg/calendar/5900250/?action=detail&eventId=5900250
http://www.meetup.com/novasg/calendar/5900250/?action=detail&eventId=5900250
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Les
()
Date: January 17, 2011 04:24PM
Probably the Pagans gang. My dad had a rented place in Glenbrooke, which is between Reston and Fair Oaks, where a guy was killed by gang members. He may or may not have belonged in the gang but he was known to associate with them.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
StupidIsAsStupidDoes
()
Date: January 17, 2011 06:47PM
Westfield High School is haunted by murderers and drug addicts.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Mary
()
Date: January 17, 2011 07:15PM
You turn out all the lights. Say her name three times and say "I beleve." She will show up covered in blood. If the phone rings at the same time, don't answer it or you'll be next...
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
TyroneBiggums
()
Date: January 18, 2011 04:52PM
Tyrone Greene aka Spyder, haunts niggas on lorton road every thursday night from 12-5. If you see him tellem Biggums from hagel circle says woogie boogie! He'll know what it means.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
WendyZ
()
Date: January 18, 2011 05:12PM
I was once raped by a ghost. And then by his ghost horse. To this date, I walk crooked and have multiple orgasms when I'm within 5-mile radius of a race track.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Jockey
()
Date: January 19, 2011 08:33PM
WendyZ Wrote:
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> I was once raped by a ghost. And then by his ghost
> horse. To this date, I walk crooked and have
> multiple orgasms when I'm within 5-mile radius of
> a race track.
NEIGH! NEIGH!!
Squirt! Squirt!! Oh my god! Squirt! Squirt!!
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> I was once raped by a ghost. And then by his ghost
> horse. To this date, I walk crooked and have
> multiple orgasms when I'm within 5-mile radius of
> a race track.
NEIGH! NEIGH!!
Squirt! Squirt!! Oh my god! Squirt! Squirt!!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
TyroneBiggums of HagelCircle
()
Date: January 19, 2011 10:23PM
TyroneBiggums Wrote:
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> Tyrone Greene aka Spyder, haunts niggas on lorton
> road every thursday night from 12-5. If you see
> him tellem Biggums from hagel circle says woogie
> boogie! He'll know what it means.
Haha nigga Neva mind I got it all wrong his name was Leonard green and it was on furnace road! Shit man I mustve been high as shit! Anyways he should be there tonight cause it's Thursday and January. That's when the nigga got put down. Jan 17 2000. Rip spyder. If anyone is interested you can cone along with me to say whatup to him tonight.
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> Tyrone Greene aka Spyder, haunts niggas on lorton
> road every thursday night from 12-5. If you see
> him tellem Biggums from hagel circle says woogie
> boogie! He'll know what it means.
Haha nigga Neva mind I got it all wrong his name was Leonard green and it was on furnace road! Shit man I mustve been high as shit! Anyways he should be there tonight cause it's Thursday and January. That's when the nigga got put down. Jan 17 2000. Rip spyder. If anyone is interested you can cone along with me to say whatup to him tonight.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Tyrone from hagel nigga
()
Date: January 19, 2011 10:42PM
TyroneBiggums of HagelCircle Wrote:
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> TyroneBiggums Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Tyrone Greene aka Spyder, haunts niggas on
> lorton
> > road every thursday night from 12-5. If you see
> > him tellem Biggums from hagel circle says
> woogie
> > boogie! He'll know what it means.
>
>
> Haha nigga Neva mind I got it all wrong his name
> was Leonard green and it was on furnace road! Shit
> man I mustve been high as shit! Anyways he should
> be there tonight cause it's Thursday and January.
> That's when the nigga got put down. Jan 17 2000.
> Rip spyder. If anyone is interested you can cone
> along with me to say whatup to him tonight.
Awww I fucked again guys. He died Ina Monday but his funeral was on a Thursday. I remember cuz me and the boys were smoking blunts on the porch and we saw the lunar eclipse we was like yo dat be spider giving us a message. So yeah spider comes out on Monday when there a lunar eclipse.
-------------------------------------------------------
> TyroneBiggums Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Tyrone Greene aka Spyder, haunts niggas on
> lorton
> > road every thursday night from 12-5. If you see
> > him tellem Biggums from hagel circle says
> woogie
> > boogie! He'll know what it means.
>
>
> Haha nigga Neva mind I got it all wrong his name
> was Leonard green and it was on furnace road! Shit
> man I mustve been high as shit! Anyways he should
> be there tonight cause it's Thursday and January.
> That's when the nigga got put down. Jan 17 2000.
> Rip spyder. If anyone is interested you can cone
> along with me to say whatup to him tonight.
Awww I fucked again guys. He died Ina Monday but his funeral was on a Thursday. I remember cuz me and the boys were smoking blunts on the porch and we saw the lunar eclipse we was like yo dat be spider giving us a message. So yeah spider comes out on Monday when there a lunar eclipse.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
BelieverinVA
()
Date: February 19, 2011 04:50AM
goner Wrote:
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> I went to an old abandoned house and huge barn in
> great falls that seems like it was haunted. I
> heard the sound of a horse in the barn
This barn wouldn't have been off of falls run road or leigh mill would it have? if so, I know that property and it is private. The owner of the barn I keep my horse at has riding rights on that larger property (with abandoned polo barn and if we are still on the same property in which two old homes are in the midst of complete ruin).
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> I went to an old abandoned house and huge barn in
> great falls that seems like it was haunted. I
> heard the sound of a horse in the barn
This barn wouldn't have been off of falls run road or leigh mill would it have? if so, I know that property and it is private. The owner of the barn I keep my horse at has riding rights on that larger property (with abandoned polo barn and if we are still on the same property in which two old homes are in the midst of complete ruin).
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
walkerfairfax
()
Date: February 19, 2011 04:49PM
Bob Holzman was head of Madeira Security for a long time. GMU Hokie, did you know him and if so, what did he have to say about the Bush Patrol? How do you even know about the Bush Patrol? In her memoir, Jean Harris said something about girls who tied each other to trees. Could this have been the Bush Patrol or its predecessor?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Restonite
()
Date: February 26, 2011 01:21AM
I already lived in Reston for several years at the time of Gwen's murder. I knew her casually; she was about a year older than me. The first blog response has it mostly right but I don't agree w/ the posters assertion that the police were afraid of R.T. He's been arrested for other things and was a tough customer but a B-S'er through-and-through. My brother once heard him brag (years later) about the murder when he was drunk but didn't believe him; he was just trying in drunken fashion to prove he was tough.
I also recall that she had been "straight" for a time much shorter than a year - not that that is really relevant. The fact is that suspicion fell on her "dealer" was due to rumor and speculation. The story going around was that he killed her because she had straightened out and that he resented the "loss of income" that represented. Pretty weak.
Still, he was (and still may be) the primary suspect. Knowing him as I do, I know no-one more plausible. The sad truth is that the failure to catch her killer was due to no witnesses or evidence and yet there were many people still around from the festival and the path was heavily used that night. I had several friends that had passed that place within an hour or so of her death.
The family tried for years to find the killer; I think a reward still exists for his conviction.
.
I also recall that she had been "straight" for a time much shorter than a year - not that that is really relevant. The fact is that suspicion fell on her "dealer" was due to rumor and speculation. The story going around was that he killed her because she had straightened out and that he resented the "loss of income" that represented. Pretty weak.
Still, he was (and still may be) the primary suspect. Knowing him as I do, I know no-one more plausible. The sad truth is that the failure to catch her killer was due to no witnesses or evidence and yet there were many people still around from the festival and the path was heavily used that night. I had several friends that had passed that place within an hour or so of her death.
The family tried for years to find the killer; I think a reward still exists for his conviction.
.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Meesh
()
Date: June 09, 2011 10:21PM
Hi Zack-
There ARE haunted locations in NoVa...One of the less mentioned is a Print Shop off Church Street in downtown, Vienna, VA....(If they still remain)
I visited the site and was 'punched' in the abdominal area after walking briskly into a reportedly active section of this old print shop's basement area...Old print machines were in one of their back storage room...
The sensation experienced (besides cold sweats and complete disbelief of experiencing anything like this before) lasted in my abdominal area for several hours afterwards...Rumor has it-a father died while trying to save his family from the building's land before it was totally overtaken by flames.
One other 'severely infested' area is the obvious-Bunnyman Bridge-I received numerous, disturbing EVPs after venturing onto the grounds and into the tunnel while ALONE--(BIG- H U G E mistake!!!!) I was called "little girl" "I'm going to get you" and when I asked if anyone was there-I got the message..."Behind you"..my gut went off and I exited only to discover the disturbing message on my Sony Digital on the way home in the car.
Enjoy...but, please play it SMART-and SAFE...Virginia Belle, Michelle
There ARE haunted locations in NoVa...One of the less mentioned is a Print Shop off Church Street in downtown, Vienna, VA....(If they still remain)
I visited the site and was 'punched' in the abdominal area after walking briskly into a reportedly active section of this old print shop's basement area...Old print machines were in one of their back storage room...
The sensation experienced (besides cold sweats and complete disbelief of experiencing anything like this before) lasted in my abdominal area for several hours afterwards...Rumor has it-a father died while trying to save his family from the building's land before it was totally overtaken by flames.
One other 'severely infested' area is the obvious-Bunnyman Bridge-I received numerous, disturbing EVPs after venturing onto the grounds and into the tunnel while ALONE--(BIG- H U G E mistake!!!!) I was called "little girl" "I'm going to get you" and when I asked if anyone was there-I got the message..."Behind you"..my gut went off and I exited only to discover the disturbing message on my Sony Digital on the way home in the car.
Enjoy...but, please play it SMART-and SAFE...Virginia Belle, Michelle
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Giddy ya self some help
()
Date: June 09, 2011 10:22PM
sick
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Local Yokel
()
Date: June 10, 2011 10:37AM
... Wrote:
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> it is said that there is a ghost at roundtree park
> on annandale road in falls Church.
>
> http://www.meetup.com/novasg/calendar/5900250/?act
> ion=detail&eventId=5900250
This one was haunted by a girl that was raped and murdered in the park itself, around 1998 I want to say. A security guard from Vance told me about it and we checked it out, but didn't get much information. Not much came out on the pictures we took. As a matter of fact, we recently went by there and the park has been renovated somewhat. Police hang out there alot now too, usually on Friday and Saturday nights. The ghost of the girl was reported within weeks of her death, being see sitting on the picnic tables near the old basketball court or sitting on a swing. Sometimes you could hear sobs in the area, but we neither saw or heard anything.
-------------------------------------------------------
> it is said that there is a ghost at roundtree park
> on annandale road in falls Church.
>
> http://www.meetup.com/novasg/calendar/5900250/?act
> ion=detail&eventId=5900250
This one was haunted by a girl that was raped and murdered in the park itself, around 1998 I want to say. A security guard from Vance told me about it and we checked it out, but didn't get much information. Not much came out on the pictures we took. As a matter of fact, we recently went by there and the park has been renovated somewhat. Police hang out there alot now too, usually on Friday and Saturday nights. The ghost of the girl was reported within weeks of her death, being see sitting on the picnic tables near the old basketball court or sitting on a swing. Sometimes you could hear sobs in the area, but we neither saw or heard anything.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Radiophile
()
Date: June 10, 2011 01:34PM
Dee Wrote:
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>by now they are old or
> getting there and time does not forgive, only
> confession before man and God does.
So you believe in ghosts and God? Eater Bunny, Bermuda Triangle as well?
Personally, I chose to not believe in the unbelievable.
Fairfaxunderground rules: Lilliputions, not ok. Midgettville ok. I got it now.
-------------------------------------------------------
>by now they are old or
> getting there and time does not forgive, only
> confession before man and God does.
So you believe in ghosts and God? Eater Bunny, Bermuda Triangle as well?
Personally, I chose to not believe in the unbelievable.
Fairfaxunderground rules: Lilliputions, not ok. Midgettville ok. I got it now.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Local Yokel
()
Date: June 10, 2011 03:15PM
Radiophile Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Dee Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> >by now they are old or
> > getting there and time does not forgive, only
> > confession before man and God does.
>
> So you believe in ghosts and God? Eater Bunny,
> Bermuda Triangle as well?
>
> Personally, I chose to not believe in the
> unbelievable.
Well for ghosts its easy to get your mind changed. Go to someplace that is "hot" with activity. That will make you a believer real quick. I used to go around with a friend to different places to check out stories. I learned to not waste my time with the small stuff (people with bad feelings, rare ghost sightings, etc) and focused on sites that were hot (Ghosts being seen, stuff moved around, doors slamming, stuff thrown around, etc). As for the other things you don't believe in, I can't help with those. lol
-------------------------------------------------------
> Dee Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> >by now they are old or
> > getting there and time does not forgive, only
> > confession before man and God does.
>
> So you believe in ghosts and God? Eater Bunny,
> Bermuda Triangle as well?
>
> Personally, I chose to not believe in the
> unbelievable.
Well for ghosts its easy to get your mind changed. Go to someplace that is "hot" with activity. That will make you a believer real quick. I used to go around with a friend to different places to check out stories. I learned to not waste my time with the small stuff (people with bad feelings, rare ghost sightings, etc) and focused on sites that were hot (Ghosts being seen, stuff moved around, doors slamming, stuff thrown around, etc). As for the other things you don't believe in, I can't help with those. lol
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Cameron Quick
()
Date: October 13, 2011 11:47PM
I worked at the Season's Restaurant in Fairfax City (which is the old Barbour House) and I personally experienced what I truly believe was a ghost encounter.
It was about 2pm and I was cleaning the table in a room called the Library. I was alone in the room. I reached across the table to move the salt and pepper shakers over so that I could wipe the table down...and as I moved them...I pulled my hand away and they moved back about 6 inches by themselves!! I then...astonished...immediately grabbed them and moved them again...and they moved again 6 inches across the table!!! I dropped the towel and ran!
There are several other encounters from the people that worked there over the years. I once heard the door open and shut and and nobody was around to do it..near closing time. That happened about a week before the other incident. I have thought I've seen things, thought I've heard things...but never have I seen an object move by itself right in front of me...not once...but twice! I will always surely believe what I saw that day!
It was about 2pm and I was cleaning the table in a room called the Library. I was alone in the room. I reached across the table to move the salt and pepper shakers over so that I could wipe the table down...and as I moved them...I pulled my hand away and they moved back about 6 inches by themselves!! I then...astonished...immediately grabbed them and moved them again...and they moved again 6 inches across the table!!! I dropped the towel and ran!
There are several other encounters from the people that worked there over the years. I once heard the door open and shut and and nobody was around to do it..near closing time. That happened about a week before the other incident. I have thought I've seen things, thought I've heard things...but never have I seen an object move by itself right in front of me...not once...but twice! I will always surely believe what I saw that day!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Laura
()
Date: January 02, 2012 06:54PM
I, too, live in the Kempsville Lake area, close to where your friend lived. My daughter wakes up SCREAMING. She often wakes up in the middle of the night, and we can hear her talking to someone, very calmly. My husband has also said he heard a man's voice talk over him while he was reading to her. One night, as I was tucking her into bed, she said, "Good night, mommy," then looked next to me and said, "Good night, Mommy's friend."
Today, my daughter started screaming at the corner, "STOP TALKING TO ME!!!" over and over. She got really upset and covered her ears.
We have owned the home for just over 6 months. We also have the textbook flickering of lights and footsteps right above us when we are all downstairs. Multiple guests have heard them, too.
Today, my daughter started screaming at the corner, "STOP TALKING TO ME!!!" over and over. She got really upset and covered her ears.
We have owned the home for just over 6 months. We also have the textbook flickering of lights and footsteps right above us when we are all downstairs. Multiple guests have heard them, too.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Big Shoes Small Foot
()
Date: January 02, 2012 06:57PM
Laura Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> I, too, live in the Kempsville Lake area, close to
> where your friend lived. My daughter wakes up
> SCREAMING. She often wakes up in the middle of the
> night, and we can hear her talking to someone,
> very calmly. My husband has also said he heard a
> man's voice talk over him while he was reading to
> her. One night, as I was tucking her into bed, she
> said, "Good night, mommy," then looked next to me
> and said, "Good night, Mommy's friend."
>
> Today, my daughter started screaming at the
> corner, "STOP TALKING TO ME!!!" over and over. She
> got really upset and covered her ears.
>
> We have owned the home for just over 6 months. We
> also have the textbook flickering of lights and
> footsteps right above us when we are all
> downstairs. Multiple guests have heard them, too.
They make medication that should help you with this.
-------------------------------------------------------
> I, too, live in the Kempsville Lake area, close to
> where your friend lived. My daughter wakes up
> SCREAMING. She often wakes up in the middle of the
> night, and we can hear her talking to someone,
> very calmly. My husband has also said he heard a
> man's voice talk over him while he was reading to
> her. One night, as I was tucking her into bed, she
> said, "Good night, mommy," then looked next to me
> and said, "Good night, Mommy's friend."
>
> Today, my daughter started screaming at the
> corner, "STOP TALKING TO ME!!!" over and over. She
> got really upset and covered her ears.
>
> We have owned the home for just over 6 months. We
> also have the textbook flickering of lights and
> footsteps right above us when we are all
> downstairs. Multiple guests have heard them, too.
They make medication that should help you with this.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
gmugrad
()
Date: April 24, 2012 06:55PM
I know this old but I used to live in fairfax sq near woodson. I probably had the worse experience from the age of 7 to about 14. Whenever I was home alone things would fall off dressers in a forward motion that were in the back. i would also have experiences where i would see shadows around the house and a few times my dad would swear he saw me walk into my room but i would be home 20 minutes later and my dad would get scratches.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ahmayzin
()
Date: April 25, 2012 02:13PM
No such thing as ghost....those are demons.
Seasons Reflects its Haunted Past
Posted by:
Ghost Bar
()
Date: May 20, 2012 11:35PM
Cameron Quick Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> I worked at the Season's Restaurant in Fairfax
> City (which is the old Barbour House) and I
> personally experienced what I truly believe was a
> ghost encounter.
>
> It was about 2pm and I was cleaning the table in a
> room called the Library. I was alone in the room.
> I reached across the table to move the salt and
> pepper shakers over so that I could wipe the table
> down...and as I moved them...I pulled my hand away
> and they moved back about 6 inches by themselves!!
> I then...astonished...immediately grabbed them
> and moved them again...and they moved again 6
> inches across the table!!! I dropped the towel
> and ran!
>
> There are several other encounters from the people
> that worked there over the years. I once heard
> the door open and shut and and nobody was around
> to do it..near closing time. That happened about
> a week before the other incident. I have thought
> I've seen things, thought I've heard things...but
> never have I seen an object move by itself right
> in front of me...not once...but twice! I will
> always surely believe what I saw that day!
I found this old article about the place in the Fairfax Times today...
Seasons Reflects its Haunted Past
Michael Birchenall
http://ww2.fairfaxtimes.com/cms/archivestory.php?id=126122
The presence of Seasons Restaurant at the Barbour House on Chain Bridge Road in Fairfax City is magnificent from the street. Lights flood the soft yellow exterior, casting a regal glow to the entrance. Inside it's a step into history in a house that was once a home to injured Union soldiers hiding from the confederate forces.
Oh yes, the place is also haunted with ghosts; good-ghost tales are dinner conversation with the staff. Unfortunately an apparition took over the kitchen the night I visited.
We learned from our first server all about a ghost named William who roams about the upstairs. Then he pointed to the seat that my guest was seated in, and said that was Ms. Barbour's chair in the library. Ms. Barbour has been known to visit downstairs and throw the books off the shelves that she didn't like. (That's calmed down since they took those out and replaced them with books she gave her silent approval to.) Our favorite was the collected work of Gilbert and Sullivan.
On this Thursday evening, it was not easy for the person answering the phone to add a party of two at 7:30 p.m. After some thought and a sigh, we got a reservation. When we arrived we were taken to the library to a table of four in the corner by the bookshelf--Ms. Barbour's table. In the room were a table of seven for a birthday celebration, a party of six and two businessmen. What we didn't notice were the other tables leaving after complaining bitterly about the noise level of the seven. The party of seven even apologized to us about their clamor when they finally left. It was noticeable to us--and a problem for my guest, but halfway through dinner we had been able to tune them out.
My appetizer was a Brazilian shrimp dish--shrimp wrapped in bacon and served in a citrus sauce. It looked pretty, but the taste failed to match the image coming from the plate. The plate itself was cool to the touch and the shrimp were barely heated past warm. The shrimp were tough, as if they had been pre-cooked and warmed again for service.
The calamari was the star of the evening. The promised light breading came just as advertised--light, pleasant and not greasy. The circles of squid are cut open and cooked as a straight piece--stick-like in appearance. Each bite was amazingly tender and the dish came to the table hot and ready to enjoy. It's the best calamari I've had in quite some time.
For dinner I ordered the crab cakes, a test for a Southern-style restaurant with a sister establishment in Williamsburg, Va. The crab cake is listed as lump and back fin crab meat--what I got was minced crabmeat and filler formed into a cake--it reminded me of the texture of a salmon croquette from school days. Most places leave their lump crab meat in tact for the blending with the recipe's ingredients. The plate was cool to the touch and the crab cakes warm. They had a fishy taste and I ate one of three. My guest had the scallops with Gruyere and bacon and the server graciously honored her request to leave out the bacon. This dish arrived hot to the touch as it should--right from the kitchen (following the restaurant maxim: Hot food, Hot plate). But, the cheese so completely covered the scallops that as the temperature cooled, the plate became a blob of cheese with scallops hidden underneath. The scallops had turned to a rubbery texture and had a slightly metallic taste. It is difficult to measure the taste with the large amount of cheese and the fact that they were overcooked beyond being able to eat. My guest ate the vegetables and one-third of the scallops.
The server returned some time later and asked if we were done. With a yes from the two of us, she took away our plates into the kitchen. Many chefs inspect the plates coming back into the kitchen-- demanding to know why food is not eaten. Sometimes when a portion of a good meal is too large for me to finish and taking it home is not convenient, I will make sure the server knows that I am full and that the food left is not a reflection on the kitchen.
For dessert we tried the apple crisp with ice cream-- and it followed the course of the rest of the meal. We ate the ice cream and left the crisp with its stale topping alone. The server did make us a pot of fresh coffee--that was much appreciated.
The dinner with tip was $100 and would have been a disappointment at any price---ghosts or no ghosts. The server mentioned that the dessert menu was being overhauled and would change soon. That was obvious from the difference in pricing from the dinner menu, which had higher prices for two of the same wines offered on both menus. Maybe the kitchen is going through a transition as well. I am not sure, since I went in as a regular dining customer without warning. I'll go back in a few weeks for another look at Seasons. That's fair--and I'll do it on my dime and report on these pages the changes found. Let's hope they can keep the ghosts away from the kitchen.
Seasons Restaurant at the Barbour House
4069 Chain Bridge Road, City of Fairfax
703-383-0949
Parking: Tight and limited in side lots--not an easy turn around.
Credit Cards: All Major
Prices: Expensive: appetizers, $6 to $9 and entrees, $15 to $20 and above
Smoking: The restaurant does offer a smoking section.
Note: The house is haunted
-------------------------------------------------------
> I worked at the Season's Restaurant in Fairfax
> City (which is the old Barbour House) and I
> personally experienced what I truly believe was a
> ghost encounter.
>
> It was about 2pm and I was cleaning the table in a
> room called the Library. I was alone in the room.
> I reached across the table to move the salt and
> pepper shakers over so that I could wipe the table
> down...and as I moved them...I pulled my hand away
> and they moved back about 6 inches by themselves!!
> I then...astonished...immediately grabbed them
> and moved them again...and they moved again 6
> inches across the table!!! I dropped the towel
> and ran!
>
> There are several other encounters from the people
> that worked there over the years. I once heard
> the door open and shut and and nobody was around
> to do it..near closing time. That happened about
> a week before the other incident. I have thought
> I've seen things, thought I've heard things...but
> never have I seen an object move by itself right
> in front of me...not once...but twice! I will
> always surely believe what I saw that day!
I found this old article about the place in the Fairfax Times today...
Seasons Reflects its Haunted Past
Michael Birchenall
http://ww2.fairfaxtimes.com/cms/archivestory.php?id=126122
The presence of Seasons Restaurant at the Barbour House on Chain Bridge Road in Fairfax City is magnificent from the street. Lights flood the soft yellow exterior, casting a regal glow to the entrance. Inside it's a step into history in a house that was once a home to injured Union soldiers hiding from the confederate forces.
Oh yes, the place is also haunted with ghosts; good-ghost tales are dinner conversation with the staff. Unfortunately an apparition took over the kitchen the night I visited.
We learned from our first server all about a ghost named William who roams about the upstairs. Then he pointed to the seat that my guest was seated in, and said that was Ms. Barbour's chair in the library. Ms. Barbour has been known to visit downstairs and throw the books off the shelves that she didn't like. (That's calmed down since they took those out and replaced them with books she gave her silent approval to.) Our favorite was the collected work of Gilbert and Sullivan.
On this Thursday evening, it was not easy for the person answering the phone to add a party of two at 7:30 p.m. After some thought and a sigh, we got a reservation. When we arrived we were taken to the library to a table of four in the corner by the bookshelf--Ms. Barbour's table. In the room were a table of seven for a birthday celebration, a party of six and two businessmen. What we didn't notice were the other tables leaving after complaining bitterly about the noise level of the seven. The party of seven even apologized to us about their clamor when they finally left. It was noticeable to us--and a problem for my guest, but halfway through dinner we had been able to tune them out.
My appetizer was a Brazilian shrimp dish--shrimp wrapped in bacon and served in a citrus sauce. It looked pretty, but the taste failed to match the image coming from the plate. The plate itself was cool to the touch and the shrimp were barely heated past warm. The shrimp were tough, as if they had been pre-cooked and warmed again for service.
The calamari was the star of the evening. The promised light breading came just as advertised--light, pleasant and not greasy. The circles of squid are cut open and cooked as a straight piece--stick-like in appearance. Each bite was amazingly tender and the dish came to the table hot and ready to enjoy. It's the best calamari I've had in quite some time.
For dinner I ordered the crab cakes, a test for a Southern-style restaurant with a sister establishment in Williamsburg, Va. The crab cake is listed as lump and back fin crab meat--what I got was minced crabmeat and filler formed into a cake--it reminded me of the texture of a salmon croquette from school days. Most places leave their lump crab meat in tact for the blending with the recipe's ingredients. The plate was cool to the touch and the crab cakes warm. They had a fishy taste and I ate one of three. My guest had the scallops with Gruyere and bacon and the server graciously honored her request to leave out the bacon. This dish arrived hot to the touch as it should--right from the kitchen (following the restaurant maxim: Hot food, Hot plate). But, the cheese so completely covered the scallops that as the temperature cooled, the plate became a blob of cheese with scallops hidden underneath. The scallops had turned to a rubbery texture and had a slightly metallic taste. It is difficult to measure the taste with the large amount of cheese and the fact that they were overcooked beyond being able to eat. My guest ate the vegetables and one-third of the scallops.
The server returned some time later and asked if we were done. With a yes from the two of us, she took away our plates into the kitchen. Many chefs inspect the plates coming back into the kitchen-- demanding to know why food is not eaten. Sometimes when a portion of a good meal is too large for me to finish and taking it home is not convenient, I will make sure the server knows that I am full and that the food left is not a reflection on the kitchen.
For dessert we tried the apple crisp with ice cream-- and it followed the course of the rest of the meal. We ate the ice cream and left the crisp with its stale topping alone. The server did make us a pot of fresh coffee--that was much appreciated.
The dinner with tip was $100 and would have been a disappointment at any price---ghosts or no ghosts. The server mentioned that the dessert menu was being overhauled and would change soon. That was obvious from the difference in pricing from the dinner menu, which had higher prices for two of the same wines offered on both menus. Maybe the kitchen is going through a transition as well. I am not sure, since I went in as a regular dining customer without warning. I'll go back in a few weeks for another look at Seasons. That's fair--and I'll do it on my dime and report on these pages the changes found. Let's hope they can keep the ghosts away from the kitchen.
Seasons Restaurant at the Barbour House
4069 Chain Bridge Road, City of Fairfax
703-383-0949
Parking: Tight and limited in side lots--not an easy turn around.
Credit Cards: All Major
Prices: Expensive: appetizers, $6 to $9 and entrees, $15 to $20 and above
Smoking: The restaurant does offer a smoking section.
Note: The house is haunted
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Haunted Woodbridge
()
Date: May 20, 2012 11:47PM
Woodbridge - Old haunted orphan houses
http://www.meetup.com/Northern-Virginia-Spirit-Group/events/6584665/?action=detail&eventId=6584665
Many years ago off of Route 1 in Woodbridge, Virginia were several houses that belonged to old families who would adopt orphans as a way of life. The problem is that big corporal companies came in to build over the houses and so the families were evicted. Years later when the land had begin to flourish again, contractors decided to build over the houses since the plan to construct when they had been torn down had been shunned. When construction began several appearances had been sighted of children running around and giggling in the woods. Machinery started to malfunction and people started to disappear in the woods when bodies of the children had been found in unmarked stone graves around the houses. The area of land is located across from the junkyard that sits across the street from the original orphan house all the way to the forest miles behind and next to Potomac library. The only people who were able to survive in the area and camp there were homeless people. It is said that the orphans take pity on their misfortune and spare them the life they had previously lead. That goes to show even the dead show sympathy.
From there, we can move over to for an appetizer and ambiance of the next presumed haunted establishment. SkiniFatz @ 10712 Richmond Hwy. Lorton, Va. 22079
Skini Fatz Bar/Restaurant - Skini Fatz theme has been changed a lot over the years. They have witnessed lights turning on after they've closed for the night. An older man in what is used as the waitress dressing area. Also there have been reports from various people stating they've seen a young man in the parking lot. This gentleman was hit by a car about 10-15 years ago. Overall the place is eclectic both in looks and in other fashions. It's an overall neat place to go and check out one night. The manager there is a really nice guy. And the best part of all is you can look around pretty much the entire place.
Lazy Susan Dinner Theatre / Skinifatz Nightspot
Attachments:
http://www.meetup.com/Northern-Virginia-Spirit-Group/events/6584665/?action=detail&eventId=6584665
Many years ago off of Route 1 in Woodbridge, Virginia were several houses that belonged to old families who would adopt orphans as a way of life. The problem is that big corporal companies came in to build over the houses and so the families were evicted. Years later when the land had begin to flourish again, contractors decided to build over the houses since the plan to construct when they had been torn down had been shunned. When construction began several appearances had been sighted of children running around and giggling in the woods. Machinery started to malfunction and people started to disappear in the woods when bodies of the children had been found in unmarked stone graves around the houses. The area of land is located across from the junkyard that sits across the street from the original orphan house all the way to the forest miles behind and next to Potomac library. The only people who were able to survive in the area and camp there were homeless people. It is said that the orphans take pity on their misfortune and spare them the life they had previously lead. That goes to show even the dead show sympathy.
From there, we can move over to for an appetizer and ambiance of the next presumed haunted establishment. SkiniFatz @ 10712 Richmond Hwy. Lorton, Va. 22079
Skini Fatz Bar/Restaurant - Skini Fatz theme has been changed a lot over the years. They have witnessed lights turning on after they've closed for the night. An older man in what is used as the waitress dressing area. Also there have been reports from various people stating they've seen a young man in the parking lot. This gentleman was hit by a car about 10-15 years ago. Overall the place is eclectic both in looks and in other fashions. It's an overall neat place to go and check out one night. The manager there is a really nice guy. And the best part of all is you can look around pretty much the entire place.
Lazy Susan Dinner Theatre / Skinifatz Nightspot
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Outraged
()
Date: May 20, 2012 11:52PM
Haunted Woodbridge Wrote:
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> Many years ago off of Route 1 in Woodbridge,
> Virginia were several houses that belonged to old
> families who would adopt orphans as a way of life.
> The problem is that big corporal companies came in
> to build over the houses and so the families were
> evicted.
Damn those big corporal companies!
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> Many years ago off of Route 1 in Woodbridge,
> Virginia were several houses that belonged to old
> families who would adopt orphans as a way of life.
> The problem is that big corporal companies came in
> to build over the houses and so the families were
> evicted.
Damn those big corporal companies!
Old Gaol in Warrenton VA
Posted by:
Jeannie Lewis
()
Date: October 30, 2012 09:17PM
Went to the old 1804? and 1824 Old Gaol. The oldest bldg. was the jail's keeper's house--no spooks there. Now, the 1824 addition, that's another story. We were the only ones in the building. The first room on the right made me nauseas for some reason. Went into the hall...no more nausea. BUT my sis-in-law and I heard a metal bang, fairly light, upstairs where they keep cells. Went upstairs and discovered the small round, metal opening (to pass food, I guess) made the exact same sound! Went back downstairs and did a test by going back in the front room. Got nauseas again, left, felt fine.
Asked the lady who worked there why. She said that was where Civil War soldiers were taken for surgeries! There would be a lot more fear and pain in that room than in the cells. I would imagine.
Makes one wonder.
Asked the lady who worked there why. She said that was where Civil War soldiers were taken for surgeries! There would be a lot more fear and pain in that room than in the cells. I would imagine.
Makes one wonder.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Random Hills Resident
()
Date: November 25, 2012 08:39AM
Has anyone heard of paranormal activity near Random Hills Road? I live in the area and have heard people talk about unusual happenings, but have not experienced anything of the sort myself. In fact, when I was a kid I rode my bike in the area, when it was all woods and fields, and never had anything odd happen. Still, I'd be interested if anyone has had any experiences.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
old schools
()
Date: January 27, 2013 12:22AM
Green Acres Elementary, Fairfax Cit
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Bumpy gal
()
Date: May 19, 2013 08:49PM
I was in a house off Roberts Road beyond GMU a few weeks ago. I saw something that looked like a nurse.... Yet she was rag gy looking.
Any hauntings along the older part of rbts rd?
> > murder. Anyone got any sources of info on it?
> ==================================================
> =====
> not much info..but at least something..
>
> http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/artic
> le/2007/04/14/AR2007041401319_3.html
Any hauntings along the older part of rbts rd?
> > murder. Anyone got any sources of info on it?
> ==================================================
> =====
> not much info..but at least something..
>
> http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/artic
> le/2007/04/14/AR2007041401319_3.html
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
abelard
()
Date: May 20, 2013 01:02AM
This happened way outside Fairfax County but it actually happened.
When I was in college I went home to visit my folks, and after church (my parents insisted, and it's their house) I was stopped by Father Bill, who wanted a word. I never much cared for Bill, who was a bit of a dick and liked to body build with a few of the young male parishioners. I never found out for sure if he was a closet case buy I always assumed it - his business. Anyway, a year or two earlier we'd had a visit from a priest who'd retired to the area, who was an actual demonologist (another story there) with whom I'd had a rather interesting discussion, and Bill had been there. This guy had moved away and Bill had recently gotten an odd call, which he wanted to talk about.
Apparently a family who'd moved to the area where experiencing a rather frightening and prolonged disturbance in their home. Knocking, strange power surges, and appliances had turned themselves on and off right in front of them. Mom, dad and the two kids took to sleeping in the master bedroom together, and when they woke up one morning to find all the furniture in the living room piled against one wall, they called the local catholic church.
Bill was scared pretty shitless. He'd gone to visit and heard some things, saw a few things move a bit, said a quick prayer and skedaddled. It didn't help. The family begged him to come back but Bill was reluctant to do it, and the diocese thought the whole thing unworthy of investigating. So Bill asked me to have a look.
So we went to visit, nice little house, nice family and obviously scared as shit. They were pretty sure they were being visited by a demon, and had laid in a few crosses and whatnot. We had some tea and I didn't see too much, although a few things fell off the mantlepiece while we were there and a bit of lemon slice I had absolutely would not stay on the table next to me. Several times I put it back on my saucer, minute or two later it was on the ground. Weird.
Bill was fucking useless - these poor folks were desperate for assurances and Bill was reluctant to help them he said because, no shit, they weren't parishioners. They also weren't catholic for that matter but that's still no reason for Bill to be a douche about it. So I told them that, from what I'd read, this seemed more like a poltergeist activity than anything evil, and that this is usually associated with adolescent children. It's not their fault, it's not a spirit invading or anything, and it'd probably run its course in a month or two.
That was it. They seemed relieved and it did tail off about a week later. They called Bill to thank him but declined to join the church.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 05/20/2013 01:04AM by abelard.
When I was in college I went home to visit my folks, and after church (my parents insisted, and it's their house) I was stopped by Father Bill, who wanted a word. I never much cared for Bill, who was a bit of a dick and liked to body build with a few of the young male parishioners. I never found out for sure if he was a closet case buy I always assumed it - his business. Anyway, a year or two earlier we'd had a visit from a priest who'd retired to the area, who was an actual demonologist (another story there) with whom I'd had a rather interesting discussion, and Bill had been there. This guy had moved away and Bill had recently gotten an odd call, which he wanted to talk about.
Apparently a family who'd moved to the area where experiencing a rather frightening and prolonged disturbance in their home. Knocking, strange power surges, and appliances had turned themselves on and off right in front of them. Mom, dad and the two kids took to sleeping in the master bedroom together, and when they woke up one morning to find all the furniture in the living room piled against one wall, they called the local catholic church.
Bill was scared pretty shitless. He'd gone to visit and heard some things, saw a few things move a bit, said a quick prayer and skedaddled. It didn't help. The family begged him to come back but Bill was reluctant to do it, and the diocese thought the whole thing unworthy of investigating. So Bill asked me to have a look.
So we went to visit, nice little house, nice family and obviously scared as shit. They were pretty sure they were being visited by a demon, and had laid in a few crosses and whatnot. We had some tea and I didn't see too much, although a few things fell off the mantlepiece while we were there and a bit of lemon slice I had absolutely would not stay on the table next to me. Several times I put it back on my saucer, minute or two later it was on the ground. Weird.
Bill was fucking useless - these poor folks were desperate for assurances and Bill was reluctant to help them he said because, no shit, they weren't parishioners. They also weren't catholic for that matter but that's still no reason for Bill to be a douche about it. So I told them that, from what I'd read, this seemed more like a poltergeist activity than anything evil, and that this is usually associated with adolescent children. It's not their fault, it's not a spirit invading or anything, and it'd probably run its course in a month or two.
That was it. They seemed relieved and it did tail off about a week later. They called Bill to thank him but declined to join the church.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 05/20/2013 01:04AM by abelard.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghostwalker
()
Date: May 22, 2013 07:47AM
Here are some interesting threads...
Ghost of Eva
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/969228/1091530.html#msg-1091530
Clifton ES Ghost
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/628261/1061196.html#msg-1061196
Wizards still haunted by the ghost of Abe and Andray
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/40/1060452/1060452.html#msg-1060452
The Ghost of Little Girl "Margaret" seen at Community Pool construction site
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/876023/1043385.html#msg-1043385
Ghost of Eva
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/969228/1091530.html#msg-1091530
Clifton ES Ghost
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/628261/1061196.html#msg-1061196
Wizards still haunted by the ghost of Abe and Andray
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/40/1060452/1060452.html#msg-1060452
The Ghost of Little Girl "Margaret" seen at Community Pool construction site
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/876023/1043385.html#msg-1043385
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghostwalker
()
Date: May 22, 2013 07:50AM
abelard Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> This happened way outside Fairfax County but it
> actually happened.
>
> When I was in college I went home to visit my
> folks, and after church (my parents insisted, and
> it's their house) I was stopped by Father Bill,
> who wanted a word. I never much cared for Bill,
> who was a bit of a dick and liked to body build
> with a few of the young male parishioners. I
> never found out for sure if he was a closet case
> buy I always assumed it - his business. Anyway, a
> year or two earlier we'd had a visit from a priest
> who'd retired to the area, who was an actual
> demonologist (another story there) with whom I'd
> had a rather interesting discussion, and Bill had
> been there. This guy had moved away and Bill had
> recently gotten an odd call, which he wanted to
> talk about.
>
> Apparently a family who'd moved to the area where
> experiencing a rather frightening and prolonged
> disturbance in their home. Knocking, strange
> power surges, and appliances had turned themselves
> on and off right in front of them. Mom, dad and
> the two kids took to sleeping in the master
> bedroom together, and when they woke up one
> morning to find all the furniture in the living
> room piled against one wall, they called the local
> catholic church.
>
> Bill was scared pretty shitless. He'd gone to
> visit and heard some things, saw a few things move
> a bit, said a quick prayer and skedaddled. It
> didn't help. The family begged him to come back
> but Bill was reluctant to do it, and the diocese
> thought the whole thing unworthy of investigating.
> So Bill asked me to have a look.
>
> So we went to visit, nice little house, nice
> family and obviously scared as shit. They were
> pretty sure they were being visited by a demon,
> and had laid in a few crosses and whatnot. We had
> some tea and I didn't see too much, although a few
> things fell off the mantlepiece while we were
> there and a bit of lemon slice I had absolutely
> would not stay on the table next to me. Several
> times I put it back on my saucer, minute or two
> later it was on the ground. Weird.
>
> Bill was fucking useless - these poor folks were
> desperate for assurances and Bill was reluctant to
> help them he said because, no shit, they weren't
> parishioners. They also weren't catholic for that
> matter but that's still no reason for Bill to be a
> douche about it. So I told them that, from what
> I'd read, this seemed more like a poltergeist
> activity than anything evil, and that this is
> usually associated with adolescent children. It's
> not their fault, it's not a spirit invading or
> anything, and it'd probably run its course in a
> month or two.
>
> That was it. They seemed relieved and it did tail
> off about a week later. They called Bill to thank
> him but declined to join the church.
That's fairly typical of the Catholic church back prior to 2000. Pope John Paul, instituted a training course for all the different faiths in the early 2000's because the church wasn't doing what it was supposed to do, oppose this sort of evil. The course taught them how to do excorcisms, various prayers, etc. This activity you encountered will probably not go away for good, burning sage and praying along the property line, inside the house, etc. will drive off a harmful spirit. If you do some investigation on the house or the family living there you might find a connection there. (persons in the family with some trauma, psychic abilities, etc.) Those attract spirits too.
-------------------------------------------------------
> This happened way outside Fairfax County but it
> actually happened.
>
> When I was in college I went home to visit my
> folks, and after church (my parents insisted, and
> it's their house) I was stopped by Father Bill,
> who wanted a word. I never much cared for Bill,
> who was a bit of a dick and liked to body build
> with a few of the young male parishioners. I
> never found out for sure if he was a closet case
> buy I always assumed it - his business. Anyway, a
> year or two earlier we'd had a visit from a priest
> who'd retired to the area, who was an actual
> demonologist (another story there) with whom I'd
> had a rather interesting discussion, and Bill had
> been there. This guy had moved away and Bill had
> recently gotten an odd call, which he wanted to
> talk about.
>
> Apparently a family who'd moved to the area where
> experiencing a rather frightening and prolonged
> disturbance in their home. Knocking, strange
> power surges, and appliances had turned themselves
> on and off right in front of them. Mom, dad and
> the two kids took to sleeping in the master
> bedroom together, and when they woke up one
> morning to find all the furniture in the living
> room piled against one wall, they called the local
> catholic church.
>
> Bill was scared pretty shitless. He'd gone to
> visit and heard some things, saw a few things move
> a bit, said a quick prayer and skedaddled. It
> didn't help. The family begged him to come back
> but Bill was reluctant to do it, and the diocese
> thought the whole thing unworthy of investigating.
> So Bill asked me to have a look.
>
> So we went to visit, nice little house, nice
> family and obviously scared as shit. They were
> pretty sure they were being visited by a demon,
> and had laid in a few crosses and whatnot. We had
> some tea and I didn't see too much, although a few
> things fell off the mantlepiece while we were
> there and a bit of lemon slice I had absolutely
> would not stay on the table next to me. Several
> times I put it back on my saucer, minute or two
> later it was on the ground. Weird.
>
> Bill was fucking useless - these poor folks were
> desperate for assurances and Bill was reluctant to
> help them he said because, no shit, they weren't
> parishioners. They also weren't catholic for that
> matter but that's still no reason for Bill to be a
> douche about it. So I told them that, from what
> I'd read, this seemed more like a poltergeist
> activity than anything evil, and that this is
> usually associated with adolescent children. It's
> not their fault, it's not a spirit invading or
> anything, and it'd probably run its course in a
> month or two.
>
> That was it. They seemed relieved and it did tail
> off about a week later. They called Bill to thank
> him but declined to join the church.
That's fairly typical of the Catholic church back prior to 2000. Pope John Paul, instituted a training course for all the different faiths in the early 2000's because the church wasn't doing what it was supposed to do, oppose this sort of evil. The course taught them how to do excorcisms, various prayers, etc. This activity you encountered will probably not go away for good, burning sage and praying along the property line, inside the house, etc. will drive off a harmful spirit. If you do some investigation on the house or the family living there you might find a connection there. (persons in the family with some trauma, psychic abilities, etc.) Those attract spirits too.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghostwalker
()
Date: May 22, 2013 08:02AM
This might not be your cup of tea, but I put it here anyway...
UFOs in Fairfax
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/474563/1180920.html#msg-1180920
Six mysterious lights in the sky, UFO's or helicopters seen tonight believed to be over 236 near intersection with Guinea Road.
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/1103349/1104636.html#msg-1104636
UFO Chased By Military Jets - Seen By Multiple People In Fairfax County - 2nd Large Sighting
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/584570/1089745.html#msg-1089745
UFOs in Fairfax
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/474563/1180920.html#msg-1180920
Six mysterious lights in the sky, UFO's or helicopters seen tonight believed to be over 236 near intersection with Guinea Road.
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/1103349/1104636.html#msg-1104636
UFO Chased By Military Jets - Seen By Multiple People In Fairfax County - 2nd Large Sighting
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/584570/1089745.html#msg-1089745
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
demonology
()
Date: May 23, 2013 09:07AM
I swear there are spirits in cub run stream area.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghostwalker
()
Date: May 23, 2013 09:09AM
demonology Wrote:
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> I swear there are spirits in cub run stream area.
Go on, tell us more!
-------------------------------------------------------
> I swear there are spirits in cub run stream area.
Go on, tell us more!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
abelard
()
Date: May 24, 2013 12:08AM
>This activity you encountered will probably not go away for good, burning sage and
>praying along the property line, inside the house, etc. will drive off a harmful
>spirit.
Far as I know nobody did any of that although who knows - the family was pretty desperate. I'd never heard of smudging a house at that point or I might have suggested it.
It's been a while but I don't remember there being anything personal or malevolent about the whole thing. If anything, the activity was almost playful, albeit alarming. Also kinda unfocused. I'd read Malachi Martin's Hostage to the Devil by that time and I remember looking for any signs of intent or pattern. Nothing. I do know it stopped - they sent me a thank you card months later.
>praying along the property line, inside the house, etc. will drive off a harmful
>spirit.
Far as I know nobody did any of that although who knows - the family was pretty desperate. I'd never heard of smudging a house at that point or I might have suggested it.
It's been a while but I don't remember there being anything personal or malevolent about the whole thing. If anything, the activity was almost playful, albeit alarming. Also kinda unfocused. I'd read Malachi Martin's Hostage to the Devil by that time and I remember looking for any signs of intent or pattern. Nothing. I do know it stopped - they sent me a thank you card months later.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Spirit of '76
()
Date: May 24, 2013 07:11AM
When I went to Gunston Hall (George Mason's house in Lorton) for the Revolutionary War Re-enactment, one of the tour guides mentioned ghosts being seen there from time to time in period clothing. I would love to go explore that place at night.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghostwalker
()
Date: May 25, 2013 04:36PM
Ghost Trackers Takes You Into The Dark of Night
This is what I wanted to do last year but didn't make it...
Visit a 200-year-old house in the dark of the night on Saturday, December 29, 2012 as the Park Authority ends the year with things that go bump in the night. This could be creepy fun as you track the ghosts of Walney’s past at Ellanor C. Lawrence Park. Hear chilling local historic and folklore tales from 9 to 10 p.m.
Participants must meet at the Walney Visitor Center. Only those ages 16 and older will be allowed on this spine tingling program. The cost is $15 per person. Register online, but hurry before all the spooky spots are taken. Register at Parktakes Online or call 703-222-4664. For information contact the site at 703-631-0013.
This is what I wanted to do last year but didn't make it...
Visit a 200-year-old house in the dark of the night on Saturday, December 29, 2012 as the Park Authority ends the year with things that go bump in the night. This could be creepy fun as you track the ghosts of Walney’s past at Ellanor C. Lawrence Park. Hear chilling local historic and folklore tales from 9 to 10 p.m.
Participants must meet at the Walney Visitor Center. Only those ages 16 and older will be allowed on this spine tingling program. The cost is $15 per person. Register online, but hurry before all the spooky spots are taken. Register at Parktakes Online or call 703-222-4664. For information contact the site at 703-631-0013.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghostwalker
()
Date: May 25, 2013 04:37PM
New Park Program Tracks Ghosts of Centreville’s Past
http://fairfaxnews.com/2012/07/new-park-program-tracks-ghosts-of-centrevilles-past/
Incorporated into an old stone wall at Ellanor C. Lawrence Park is a mysterious gravestone with a cryptic inscription which reads, “All ye that are about him, bemoan him; and all ye that know his name, say, How is the strong staff broken, and the beautiful rod!”
Was this ambiguous message, a quote taken from Jeremiah 48 and used in 19th century eulogies, meant as praise or a subtle condemnation? The mason who placed the stone said there was no name on it and that it had probably marked a slave’s grave. No one really knows, but one can speculate….
Find the ghosts
Ghost Trackers, a new program offered by the Fairfax County Park Authority at Ellanor C. Lawrence Park’s Cabells Mill in Chantilly, Va., explores the area’s local history and folklore.
Participants age 16 and older will hear chilling tales as they make a rubbing of the enigmatic gravestone and visit the 200-year-old miller’s house in the dark of night. They may hear the crying ghost or see one of the benevolent presences associated with the site. Or, perhaps they will meet the maintenance poltergeist responsible for the recent loss of air-conditioning.
The program begins at 10 p.m. on Friday, August 3, 2012 , and lasts one hour. The cost is $15 per person. Materials for rubbings will be provided. Registration is available via Parktakes Online.
E.C. Lawrence Park is located at 5040 Walney Road in Chantilly. For more information about this program, call 703-631-0013.
Attachments:
http://fairfaxnews.com/2012/07/new-park-program-tracks-ghosts-of-centrevilles-past/
Incorporated into an old stone wall at Ellanor C. Lawrence Park is a mysterious gravestone with a cryptic inscription which reads, “All ye that are about him, bemoan him; and all ye that know his name, say, How is the strong staff broken, and the beautiful rod!”
Was this ambiguous message, a quote taken from Jeremiah 48 and used in 19th century eulogies, meant as praise or a subtle condemnation? The mason who placed the stone said there was no name on it and that it had probably marked a slave’s grave. No one really knows, but one can speculate….
Find the ghosts
Ghost Trackers, a new program offered by the Fairfax County Park Authority at Ellanor C. Lawrence Park’s Cabells Mill in Chantilly, Va., explores the area’s local history and folklore.
Participants age 16 and older will hear chilling tales as they make a rubbing of the enigmatic gravestone and visit the 200-year-old miller’s house in the dark of night. They may hear the crying ghost or see one of the benevolent presences associated with the site. Or, perhaps they will meet the maintenance poltergeist responsible for the recent loss of air-conditioning.
The program begins at 10 p.m. on Friday, August 3, 2012 , and lasts one hour. The cost is $15 per person. Materials for rubbings will be provided. Registration is available via Parktakes Online.
E.C. Lawrence Park is located at 5040 Walney Road in Chantilly. For more information about this program, call 703-631-0013.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
JillHamilton
()
Date: May 28, 2013 06:28PM
Go to Trummer's On Main. It's a restaurant in clifton. go to the bar and have a drink. Ask the bartender about the ghosts. Interesting stories and good drinks.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghostwalker
()
Date: May 30, 2013 06:59AM
JillHamilton Wrote:
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> Go to Trummer's On Main. It's a restaurant in
> clifton. go to the bar and have a drink. Ask the
> bartender about the ghosts. Interesting stories
> and good drinks.
Here's their website and address...
Trummer's
http://trummersonmain.com/
703.266.1623
7134 Main Street, Clifton, Virginia
History:
Where New York Meets Main Street
George Washington and Lord Fairfax hunted here; the Confederates and the Union met up here throughout the Civil War; the first electricity in Virginia began here; the first New York restaurateurs to bring a restaurant to Clifton opened here in 2009. Located on Main Street in a historic town born out of the Civil War, Trummers on Main, formerly the Hermitage Inn, is a creation of husband and wife restaurateurs Stefan and Victoria Trummer. They have relocated to Victoria’s hometown to “combine small town charm with fabulous food and attentive service generally found in big food cities.”
Located just 25 miles from Washington DC, Clifton is a quaint destination with its working Virginia railway driven directly through the center of it all. Following the Civil War, noted Clifton developer Harrison Otis built a hotel in the heart of this quiet town upon frustration with his vineyard. The hotel is the original building structure of Trummers on Main. As history begins to unfold, the historic building dates back to 1869, when it opened as The Clifton Hotel.
General Robert E. Lee and Presidents Abraham Lincoln and Ulysses S. Grant, who came thru Clifton during wars and administrations, greet you upon stepping inside via their painted portraits. Other visitors included Presidents Rutherford B. Hayes and Teddy Roosevelt, who once hung their hats here at The Clifton Hotel.
A fresh coat of paint on the exterior and shutters, the Trummers have completely rebuilt the interior. The restaurant space boasts three floors enveloped by warm reds and oranges with soft creams. The ‘Winter Garden,’ an addition added during the Hermitage days, is both a dining room and ideal for private events. This glass-enclosed room has a view of the serene flagstone waterfall behind the restaurant and the outdoor seating patio. The main feature in this room is the set of four paintings based on the Trummer’s logo. Commissioned specifically for Trummer’s On Main, artist Buck Nelligan has incorporated the logo into the four seasons of a tree through winter, spring, summer and fall.
The ‘Gallery’ is the third floor dining room featuring local artist paintings available for sale to guests. These will rotate every two months. Also off this space is the elegant bridal suite. The second floor dining room featuring exposed brick and two working fireplaces is aptly named ‘The Loft’ and is located directly off the ‘Winter Garden.’ One fireplace features its historic refurbished mantel centered prominently and the second located near the back in a corner with raised river rock. Plaster painted walls in cream and contemporary styled, vibrant chairs complete the design. Restaurant seating will accommodate 210 guests, complete with textured chairs of red and orange contemporary design and tabletops of a butcher block-blend.
The bar and lounge on the first floor feature dark cherry wood, a honey-colored translucent granite bar top, prominent lighting and textured stones on the bar wall, and columns wrapped in amber ledge stone. A fireplace in the lounge is flanked by painted portraits of cocktails. Here, Master Mixologist Stefan Trummer’s hand-crafted cocktails will be both seasonal and innovative libations.
A wine tasting room is glass enclosed for wine tasting only, complete with a communal tasting table and a view of the wine cellar room located directly next to it. The wine cellar will hold up to 8,000 bottles of wine.
The Trummers come with a collective service, food and beverage background comprised of Citarella Restaurant, Bouley, ‘upstairs’ at Bouley, Masa, Restaurant RM and Compass in New York. Stefan’s mixology lends a large element; a skill honed for years as a consultant for 202 Restaurant and Ultra Club in New York, L2 Lounge in Georgetown, DC, and Hangar 7 in Austria, his native country.
A destination near to Washington DC and the Blue Ridge Mountains, Clifton has been a main thoroughfare for centuries. Today, Trummer’s On Main reignites Main Street with a culinary adventure of historic proportion.
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> Go to Trummer's On Main. It's a restaurant in
> clifton. go to the bar and have a drink. Ask the
> bartender about the ghosts. Interesting stories
> and good drinks.
Here's their website and address...
Trummer's
http://trummersonmain.com/
703.266.1623
7134 Main Street, Clifton, Virginia
History:
Where New York Meets Main Street
George Washington and Lord Fairfax hunted here; the Confederates and the Union met up here throughout the Civil War; the first electricity in Virginia began here; the first New York restaurateurs to bring a restaurant to Clifton opened here in 2009. Located on Main Street in a historic town born out of the Civil War, Trummers on Main, formerly the Hermitage Inn, is a creation of husband and wife restaurateurs Stefan and Victoria Trummer. They have relocated to Victoria’s hometown to “combine small town charm with fabulous food and attentive service generally found in big food cities.”
Located just 25 miles from Washington DC, Clifton is a quaint destination with its working Virginia railway driven directly through the center of it all. Following the Civil War, noted Clifton developer Harrison Otis built a hotel in the heart of this quiet town upon frustration with his vineyard. The hotel is the original building structure of Trummers on Main. As history begins to unfold, the historic building dates back to 1869, when it opened as The Clifton Hotel.
General Robert E. Lee and Presidents Abraham Lincoln and Ulysses S. Grant, who came thru Clifton during wars and administrations, greet you upon stepping inside via their painted portraits. Other visitors included Presidents Rutherford B. Hayes and Teddy Roosevelt, who once hung their hats here at The Clifton Hotel.
A fresh coat of paint on the exterior and shutters, the Trummers have completely rebuilt the interior. The restaurant space boasts three floors enveloped by warm reds and oranges with soft creams. The ‘Winter Garden,’ an addition added during the Hermitage days, is both a dining room and ideal for private events. This glass-enclosed room has a view of the serene flagstone waterfall behind the restaurant and the outdoor seating patio. The main feature in this room is the set of four paintings based on the Trummer’s logo. Commissioned specifically for Trummer’s On Main, artist Buck Nelligan has incorporated the logo into the four seasons of a tree through winter, spring, summer and fall.
The ‘Gallery’ is the third floor dining room featuring local artist paintings available for sale to guests. These will rotate every two months. Also off this space is the elegant bridal suite. The second floor dining room featuring exposed brick and two working fireplaces is aptly named ‘The Loft’ and is located directly off the ‘Winter Garden.’ One fireplace features its historic refurbished mantel centered prominently and the second located near the back in a corner with raised river rock. Plaster painted walls in cream and contemporary styled, vibrant chairs complete the design. Restaurant seating will accommodate 210 guests, complete with textured chairs of red and orange contemporary design and tabletops of a butcher block-blend.
The bar and lounge on the first floor feature dark cherry wood, a honey-colored translucent granite bar top, prominent lighting and textured stones on the bar wall, and columns wrapped in amber ledge stone. A fireplace in the lounge is flanked by painted portraits of cocktails. Here, Master Mixologist Stefan Trummer’s hand-crafted cocktails will be both seasonal and innovative libations.
A wine tasting room is glass enclosed for wine tasting only, complete with a communal tasting table and a view of the wine cellar room located directly next to it. The wine cellar will hold up to 8,000 bottles of wine.
The Trummers come with a collective service, food and beverage background comprised of Citarella Restaurant, Bouley, ‘upstairs’ at Bouley, Masa, Restaurant RM and Compass in New York. Stefan’s mixology lends a large element; a skill honed for years as a consultant for 202 Restaurant and Ultra Club in New York, L2 Lounge in Georgetown, DC, and Hangar 7 in Austria, his native country.
A destination near to Washington DC and the Blue Ridge Mountains, Clifton has been a main thoroughfare for centuries. Today, Trummer’s On Main reignites Main Street with a culinary adventure of historic proportion.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
old mike
()
Date: May 30, 2013 07:16AM
I was born and raised in Fairfax Station VA. Our house was located where bloody battles took place during the Civil War. Many strange sightings and sounds occurred when I was just a young child. Doors opened and closed by themselves.
I could hear someone walking up the stairs in our home. When I would look to see who was there, there was no one. I used to play a ''penny game'' that I made up at age four. I would place a penny under the carpet runner on the stairs leading to the second floor.
The next day I would check go see if my penny was still there. It was along with two more pennies. Have never told anyone about that until now fifty one years later!.
I could hear someone walking up the stairs in our home. When I would look to see who was there, there was no one. I used to play a ''penny game'' that I made up at age four. I would place a penny under the carpet runner on the stairs leading to the second floor.
The next day I would check go see if my penny was still there. It was along with two more pennies. Have never told anyone about that until now fifty one years later!.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
hh
()
Date: May 30, 2013 07:19AM
My ex and I used to have an apartment in Vienna on gosnell road right in the heart of tyson's corner. We'd always believed in ghosts or spirits or whatever you wish to call them. Small things would happen a lot like the light from one of our floor lamps would start going dim when I approached it but would return to normal as I moved further away.
I always tried to use logic and debunk whatever I could. However one night when we were laying in bed we both
heard a crash. It sounded like glass breaking. It was loud enough to make both of us sit up immediately.
Neither of us asked if the other heard the noise because the look on our faces was enough proof that we had. The sound was
so loud that I swore someone had just broken in so I told her to stay in the bedroom while I went to check it out.
I checked the entire place. No windows were broken. Our back door (we were on the ground level) was a sliding glass door and it was normal. Locked and intact. I checked the kitchen to see if a glass had fallen.
Nothing there either. I got her up and told her to look around to see if she could find any broken glass anywhere. We searched for about 30 minutes and neither of us found anything. To this day we still have no explanation.
I always tried to use logic and debunk whatever I could. However one night when we were laying in bed we both
heard a crash. It sounded like glass breaking. It was loud enough to make both of us sit up immediately.
Neither of us asked if the other heard the noise because the look on our faces was enough proof that we had. The sound was
so loud that I swore someone had just broken in so I told her to stay in the bedroom while I went to check it out.
I checked the entire place. No windows were broken. Our back door (we were on the ground level) was a sliding glass door and it was normal. Locked and intact. I checked the kitchen to see if a glass had fallen.
Nothing there either. I got her up and told her to look around to see if she could find any broken glass anywhere. We searched for about 30 minutes and neither of us found anything. To this day we still have no explanation.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
john in vienna
()
Date: May 30, 2013 07:21AM
This isn't a sighting I had but my friend did. He was in a car with a few friends and they were driving through a neighborhood when all of a sudden a random little girl started biking in the street. They thought it was a normal girl but as they got closer they noticed she was white and glowing.
When they got even closer they noticed that her arms and legs were broken and her hair was up like if she was laying on the ground. Then she turned and disappeared under a Streetlight. About an hour later when they went home they were talking in the middle of the street when all of a sudden one of them keeled over in pain.
Then when he lifted his shirt up he had gashes all over his back. Now we constantly feel like we're being watched. Freaky stuff. I didn't believe in the supernatural up until now.
When they got even closer they noticed that her arms and legs were broken and her hair was up like if she was laying on the ground. Then she turned and disappeared under a Streetlight. About an hour later when they went home they were talking in the middle of the street when all of a sudden one of them keeled over in pain.
Then when he lifted his shirt up he had gashes all over his back. Now we constantly feel like we're being watched. Freaky stuff. I didn't believe in the supernatural up until now.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Maritza
()
Date: May 30, 2013 07:25AM
I lived in a apartment on the basement floor on Troy Street here in Arlington, VA. I loved the place until really scary things were happening like the doors would open and close by themselves, the drawers would open and the microwave would turn on by itself.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
jane1
()
Date: May 30, 2013 07:26AM
The forest in Bluemont Park where frisbee golf is has had stories of ghosts for 100's of years. Lots of wiccans do spells at an ancient tree in the forest called the dancing tree. I've heard storys of a slave being murdered in those woods in the 1700's.
My friends and I went there one night when nobody was there we hiked uphill to the ghost tree and right in front of us came a really loud scream we were to scared to move so we stood there for a minute there was nobody else there so we ran.
My friends and I went there one night when nobody was there we hiked uphill to the ghost tree and right in front of us came a really loud scream we were to scared to move so we stood there for a minute there was nobody else there so we ran.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Guillmero
()
Date: May 30, 2013 07:28AM
I live over in the townhouse behind the park where Hidden Oaks Nature Center is and at night when my friends and I are hanging out in the park we sometimes see what looks like a cloudy mist moving along the top of the old Manassas Gap railroad bed, not every night just some.
The staff at the nature center don't seem interested in ghosts when I asked one old person there. I think they are worried about reporters showing up maybe.
The staff at the nature center don't seem interested in ghosts when I asked one old person there. I think they are worried about reporters showing up maybe.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
John1
()
Date: May 30, 2013 07:29AM
I was walking one night down rolling road intersection it was around 2:30 pm about 1 year ago... I was mad at my bf n I stopped the car n I started walking not knowing that my bf was mad too n had driven away leaving me there all alone...As I was walking this figure which seemed like a boy but I am not sure cuz I couldn't tell what it was all I know that it was a figure of a human who was on a bike it passed right by me with a speed n as it passed me it slowed down all I felt was a cold chill very icy...
It still gives me goose bumps.... It took me a while to figure out what it was n as it passed me in just a minute it disappeared... I couldn't believe what I had seen... I started asking
for a lift and luckily I got one...
And went home... It was really creepy... Later when I told my friends they all laughed at me but they all went there again I cudn't face it so I didn't go but they did and they saw the same
thing...
They were all creeped out too...
It still gives me goose bumps.... It took me a while to figure out what it was n as it passed me in just a minute it disappeared... I couldn't believe what I had seen... I started asking
for a lift and luckily I got one...
And went home... It was really creepy... Later when I told my friends they all laughed at me but they all went there again I cudn't face it so I didn't go but they did and they saw the same
thing...
They were all creeped out too...
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
kevins
()
Date: May 30, 2013 07:31AM
John1 Wrote:
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> I was walking one night down rolling road
> intersection it was around 2:30 pm about 1 year
> ago... I was mad at my bf n I stopped the car n I
> started walking not knowing that my bf was mad too
> n had driven away leaving me there all alone...As
> I was walking this figure which seemed like a boy
> but I am not sure cuz I couldn't tell what it was
> all I know that it was a figure of a human who was
> on a bike it passed right by me with a speed n as
> it passed me it slowed down all I felt was a cold
> chill very icy...
> It still gives me goose bumps.... It took me a
> while to figure out what it was n as it passed me
> in just a minute it disappeared... I couldn't
> believe what I had seen... I started asking
> for a lift and luckily I got one...
>
> And went home... It was really creepy... Later
> when I told my friends they all laughed at me but
> they all went there again I cudn't face it so I
> didn't go but they did and they saw the same
> thing...
> They were all creeped out too...
Were you on Annandale Rd around Roundtree Park? There are stories about that place. I don't know what happened there, all I know is that there are shrieks that come out of that place!.
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> I was walking one night down rolling road
> intersection it was around 2:30 pm about 1 year
> ago... I was mad at my bf n I stopped the car n I
> started walking not knowing that my bf was mad too
> n had driven away leaving me there all alone...As
> I was walking this figure which seemed like a boy
> but I am not sure cuz I couldn't tell what it was
> all I know that it was a figure of a human who was
> on a bike it passed right by me with a speed n as
> it passed me it slowed down all I felt was a cold
> chill very icy...
> It still gives me goose bumps.... It took me a
> while to figure out what it was n as it passed me
> in just a minute it disappeared... I couldn't
> believe what I had seen... I started asking
> for a lift and luckily I got one...
>
> And went home... It was really creepy... Later
> when I told my friends they all laughed at me but
> they all went there again I cudn't face it so I
> didn't go but they did and they saw the same
> thing...
> They were all creeped out too...
Were you on Annandale Rd around Roundtree Park? There are stories about that place. I don't know what happened there, all I know is that there are shrieks that come out of that place!.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Tina McLean
()
Date: May 30, 2013 07:32AM
We lived in a house on Hazel Lane in Mclean. It was a '60s contemporary house. We would hear footsteps coming up the stairs on numerous occasions. Whoever the footsteps belonged to they showed a light around the top of the steps.
The bathroom light in my parents' bathroom would turn on at random times. They had an electrician come out and he found nothing wrong with the electrical system. The recreation room was the creepiest.
You could sit on the couch and feel the chilliest presence. My brother lived on the first floor bedroom and would see shadows Thank goodness we were only living there until we moved back into our permanent home in Mclean.
The bathroom light in my parents' bathroom would turn on at random times. They had an electrician come out and he found nothing wrong with the electrical system. The recreation room was the creepiest.
You could sit on the couch and feel the chilliest presence. My brother lived on the first floor bedroom and would see shadows Thank goodness we were only living there until we moved back into our permanent home in Mclean.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
abelard
()
Date: May 31, 2013 12:41PM
This didn't happen in Fairfax so apologies there, but when I was in high school I too had an odd 'footstep' encounter. I used to run at night because it was cooler, and I'd stop for a breather at my half-way point along a road. There was nothing particular about this road - it had houses, streetlights, and a nice gentle hill. One night as I sat there I heard what I swore was a footstep on the loose gravel not 100 feet away. Then another, and now I was absolutely sure it was a footstep. I stood up and could see the entire road for a 100 meters in either direction, plenty of streetlights. Nothing. The next one was closer, then again closer still. I stood there flipping between 'this can't be happening' and 'there it is again' until the last step was, I swear, right in front of me. No way it could have been a person and not be visible, but I'd heard enough and shuffled back quickly, listening intently. Nothing. Stayed there a good ten minutes but it was gone.
About a year later I passing this section of road and (not for the first time) thinking about that night. Nothing had happened again before, but this night I heard a crunching again, steady, like a rolling car. I turned around and it was a rolling car - the one I'd just run past was now moving slowly down the slight incline. I'd not touched it but I had the presence of mind to open the driver's door, get in and put on the brakes. There was nobody there and it occurred to me that I'd just as soon not try to explain what I was doing in somebody else's car, so I put on the parking brake and skedaddled.
That was it - no odd re-occurances, no weird history for that section of road, nor mysterious or tragic events or battles nearby that I know of. Just two odd things in the same place.
Edited 3 time(s). Last edit at 05/31/2013 12:47PM by abelard.
About a year later I passing this section of road and (not for the first time) thinking about that night. Nothing had happened again before, but this night I heard a crunching again, steady, like a rolling car. I turned around and it was a rolling car - the one I'd just run past was now moving slowly down the slight incline. I'd not touched it but I had the presence of mind to open the driver's door, get in and put on the brakes. There was nobody there and it occurred to me that I'd just as soon not try to explain what I was doing in somebody else's car, so I put on the parking brake and skedaddled.
That was it - no odd re-occurances, no weird history for that section of road, nor mysterious or tragic events or battles nearby that I know of. Just two odd things in the same place.
Edited 3 time(s). Last edit at 05/31/2013 12:47PM by abelard.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Enrico Palazzo
()
Date: May 31, 2013 03:16PM
John1 Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> I was walking one night down rolling road
> intersection it was around 2:30 pm about 1 year
> ago... I was mad at my bf n I stopped the car n I
> started walking not knowing that my bf was mad too
> n had driven away leaving me there all alone...As
> I was walking this figure which seemed like a boy
> but I am not sure cuz I couldn't tell what it was
> all I know that it was a figure of a human who was
> on a bike it passed right by me with a speed n as
> it passed me it slowed down all I felt was a cold
> chill very icy...
> It still gives me goose bumps.... It took me a
> while to figure out what it was n as it passed me
> in just a minute it disappeared... I couldn't
> believe what I had seen... I started asking
> for a lift and luckily I got one...
>
> And went home... It was really creepy... Later
> when I told my friends they all laughed at me but
> they all went there again I cudn't face it so I
> didn't go but they did and they saw the same
> thing...
> They were all creeped out too...
John I smell bullshit. Your boyfriend?
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> I was walking one night down rolling road
> intersection it was around 2:30 pm about 1 year
> ago... I was mad at my bf n I stopped the car n I
> started walking not knowing that my bf was mad too
> n had driven away leaving me there all alone...As
> I was walking this figure which seemed like a boy
> but I am not sure cuz I couldn't tell what it was
> all I know that it was a figure of a human who was
> on a bike it passed right by me with a speed n as
> it passed me it slowed down all I felt was a cold
> chill very icy...
> It still gives me goose bumps.... It took me a
> while to figure out what it was n as it passed me
> in just a minute it disappeared... I couldn't
> believe what I had seen... I started asking
> for a lift and luckily I got one...
>
> And went home... It was really creepy... Later
> when I told my friends they all laughed at me but
> they all went there again I cudn't face it so I
> didn't go but they did and they saw the same
> thing...
> They were all creeped out too...
John I smell bullshit. Your boyfriend?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
leesburg
()
Date: June 01, 2013 06:51AM
Sorry, this happened in Leesburg not Fairfax, but I wanted to share this story.
This picture was taken 10 / 31/09 at around 10:45 pm in Leesburg, VA. The church I was attempting to capture was the St. James' Episcopal church. I tried twice to get a decent picture of the church, but was unable to get anything that clearly showed the beauty of this church.
Upon uploading the pictures to my computer I noticed that the two photos I managed to take of the church had a ghostly image in the bottom right hand corner of the picture. Bear in mind that I used my cell phone for the pictures I took that night, but these two were the only ones to show this human shaped mist in the picture.
There were no people near me at the time these pictures were taken.
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This picture was taken 10 / 31/09 at around 10:45 pm in Leesburg, VA. The church I was attempting to capture was the St. James' Episcopal church. I tried twice to get a decent picture of the church, but was unable to get anything that clearly showed the beauty of this church.
Upon uploading the pictures to my computer I noticed that the two photos I managed to take of the church had a ghostly image in the bottom right hand corner of the picture. Bear in mind that I used my cell phone for the pictures I took that night, but these two were the only ones to show this human shaped mist in the picture.
There were no people near me at the time these pictures were taken.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Rae
()
Date: June 02, 2013 05:18AM
It was around ten o'clock in the morning I got into the shower. The water was strangely cold. I thought it was just cold because of my brother using all of the hot water but he had had is shower a half an hour before me.
I stood in the shower for three minutes shivering from head to toe. Then I turned my head to look through the clear glass shower stall and saw to my amazement a blurry outline of a small girl with her arms wrapped around my waist as if she were hugging me.
My waist was freezing. After I got out the whole room was filled with steam yet it felt like I was in an icebox. I have seen the little girl once since then and would like to know who she is.
Sometimes I have heard in my house when I am alone my name faintly several times. But lately things have become more and more bizarre. I was talking to my mom about what to pack for a trip and I mentioned a pair of white tie dye shorts.
I then threw a pair of blue shorts and a brown shirt in my suitcase and thought I would pack the shorts later. I went downstairs for something and when I returned I found the shorts in my suitcase.
My mother does not pack my suitcase and I remembered the brown shirt clearly on top of the blue shorts. Then I heard pounding on my door while taking a shower I turned off the water and asked my father if my brother wanted to take a shower and he said that my brother was in the other bathroom.
I feel nerves and tense sometimes in this house and I desperately would like to find out who this girl is.
On another day I was in my brothers room on his laptop making a video. During the video a strange silver orb appeared on screen. I turned of the recording and tried to make another video. I started talking like before then the orb appeared again on screen.
I stopped the video then started a new one. It happened again. A few seconds after I began to speak it appeared. I thought it was the light from my locket reflecting the sun so I moved it but the orb did not follow it's movements.
The only thing that I can think is that it is a ghost. Because after I turned off the camera I began to feel scared and tense. Then a mans laughter came from the hallway outside my brothers rooms door.
I was home alone. No one was in the house but me. It's been sometime since I've felt or heard something. But I still think that there is something here.
I stood in the shower for three minutes shivering from head to toe. Then I turned my head to look through the clear glass shower stall and saw to my amazement a blurry outline of a small girl with her arms wrapped around my waist as if she were hugging me.
My waist was freezing. After I got out the whole room was filled with steam yet it felt like I was in an icebox. I have seen the little girl once since then and would like to know who she is.
Sometimes I have heard in my house when I am alone my name faintly several times. But lately things have become more and more bizarre. I was talking to my mom about what to pack for a trip and I mentioned a pair of white tie dye shorts.
I then threw a pair of blue shorts and a brown shirt in my suitcase and thought I would pack the shorts later. I went downstairs for something and when I returned I found the shorts in my suitcase.
My mother does not pack my suitcase and I remembered the brown shirt clearly on top of the blue shorts. Then I heard pounding on my door while taking a shower I turned off the water and asked my father if my brother wanted to take a shower and he said that my brother was in the other bathroom.
I feel nerves and tense sometimes in this house and I desperately would like to find out who this girl is.
On another day I was in my brothers room on his laptop making a video. During the video a strange silver orb appeared on screen. I turned of the recording and tried to make another video. I started talking like before then the orb appeared again on screen.
I stopped the video then started a new one. It happened again. A few seconds after I began to speak it appeared. I thought it was the light from my locket reflecting the sun so I moved it but the orb did not follow it's movements.
The only thing that I can think is that it is a ghost. Because after I turned off the camera I began to feel scared and tense. Then a mans laughter came from the hallway outside my brothers rooms door.
I was home alone. No one was in the house but me. It's been sometime since I've felt or heard something. But I still think that there is something here.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Tracey
()
Date: June 02, 2013 05:43AM
Leehigh Drive Fairfax Virginia.. Lived there for 11 years 1981-1992 - lots of activity. Every time I go home to visit I drive by and wish I had the nerve to ask the owners if they have had any encounters... But afraid to ask.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Sorry I voted for Obama
()
Date: June 02, 2013 06:08AM
There's no such thing as ghosts.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Chelsea
()
Date: June 02, 2013 10:44AM
Rumors floods around the meadows of Chantilly tralier Park that if you go to the old Park at 10 and say this little girl named emily's name 5 times then she'll appear sliding and playing saying come play with me.
She is rumored to have died from a plane crash here in meadows of Chantilly. I have personally seen here but if you don't believe me just come find out for yourself.
She is rumored to have died from a plane crash here in meadows of Chantilly. I have personally seen here but if you don't believe me just come find out for yourself.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
haunted commonwealth
()
Date: June 02, 2013 11:10AM
Walney Road - Chantilly, Virginia
http://hauntedva.blogspot.com/2010/05/walney-road-chantilly-virginia.html
The state of Virginia has numerous haunted roadways throughout the Commonwealth but none are as interesting as Walney Road in Chantilly, Virginia.
The story began back before this windy road was paved when one night, a passing vehicle ran over a man out for a leisurely night stroll, killing him instantly. Afraid of what might happen, the driver fled the scene and police were never able to determine who the killer was.
Since then, the road has been paved and homes have been built along the stretch of road. However, interesting and rather creepy sightings have been recorded for many years by those who travel this road frequently. Legend has it that if you're driving down this road at night you may see the ghost of this man, frantically seeking out help on the side of the road. If you drive by, you will see the figure twice more and if you don't pull over to help, the man will appear inside your car and force you off the road.
Perhaps this is a true story and it's definitely one worth checking out if you're brave enough to drive down this road during the night. However, to me, it sounds like a rumor that spread rapidly due to the high amount of accidents that occur on this road every year. The road is windy and dimly lit, which can cause cars to loose control if they are traveling at too high of speeds.
But who am I to say. The people who live around this area certainly believe it and I guess its best to say you should stay clear of driving on this road after the sun goes down.
Want to hear more about this story? Check out this book at Amazon.com now.
http://www.amazon.com/Weird-Virginia-Jeff-Bahr/dp/1402739427?ie=UTF8&tag=Hokie-20&link_code=bil&camp=213689&creative=392969
http://hauntedva.blogspot.com/2010/05/walney-road-chantilly-virginia.html
The state of Virginia has numerous haunted roadways throughout the Commonwealth but none are as interesting as Walney Road in Chantilly, Virginia.
The story began back before this windy road was paved when one night, a passing vehicle ran over a man out for a leisurely night stroll, killing him instantly. Afraid of what might happen, the driver fled the scene and police were never able to determine who the killer was.
Since then, the road has been paved and homes have been built along the stretch of road. However, interesting and rather creepy sightings have been recorded for many years by those who travel this road frequently. Legend has it that if you're driving down this road at night you may see the ghost of this man, frantically seeking out help on the side of the road. If you drive by, you will see the figure twice more and if you don't pull over to help, the man will appear inside your car and force you off the road.
Perhaps this is a true story and it's definitely one worth checking out if you're brave enough to drive down this road during the night. However, to me, it sounds like a rumor that spread rapidly due to the high amount of accidents that occur on this road every year. The road is windy and dimly lit, which can cause cars to loose control if they are traveling at too high of speeds.
But who am I to say. The people who live around this area certainly believe it and I guess its best to say you should stay clear of driving on this road after the sun goes down.
Want to hear more about this story? Check out this book at Amazon.com now.
http://www.amazon.com/Weird-Virginia-Jeff-Bahr/dp/1402739427?ie=UTF8&tag=Hokie-20&link_code=bil&camp=213689&creative=392969
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
So sorry I voted for Obama
()
Date: June 02, 2013 11:39AM
I do believe in ghosts. I do. I do I do believe in ghosts.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Chessie?
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Date: June 02, 2013 11:47AM
No necessarily Fairfax county but what about Chessie? I remember watching ABC news back in the 70's, and they showed a video taken from a helicopter of Chessie swimming. It had to be about 30 feet long and looked like a giant swimming black snake!
Chessi is a legendary sea monster said to live in the midst of the Chesapeake Bay. Over the years there have been many alleged sightings of a serpent-like creature with flippers as part of its body. Most sighting reports describe it as a long, snake-like creature, from 25 feet (7.6 m) to 40 feet (12 m) long. It is said to swim using its body as a sine curve moving through the water. There were a rash of sightings in 1977 and more in the mid-1980s.
Although there are alleged photographs of Chessie, there is no genuine evidence of its existence. Speculation to explain sightings has included a "mutant eel" theory, large river otters, prehistoric zeuglodons, and South American anacondas escaping from 18th and 19th century sailing ships.
Sightings
According to Matt Lake in Weird Maryland, two perch fishermen, Francis Klarrman and Edward J. Ward, in 1943 spotted something in the water near Baltimore.
This thing was about 75 yards away, at right angles from our boat. At first it looked like something floating on the water. It was black and the part of it that was out of the water seemed about 12 feet long. It has a head about as big as a football and shaped somewhat like a horse’s head. It turned its head around several times—almost all the way around.”[1]
A photograph of an unknown sea creature taken by Trudy Guthrie in 1980 was later identified as a manatee from Florida. Manatees are unusual this far from Florida. A manatee nicknamed “Chessie” was rescued from the Chesapeake's chilly water in October 1994 and returned to Florida, but has revisited the Chesapeake several times since then. It was photographed in the Patapsco River in 2010 (unconfirmed) and near the shore of Calvert County on July 12, 2011. The more recent photograph was confirmed by U.S. Geological Survey biologists. Unlike the reports of a serpentine creature, manatees do not swim undulating from side to side.[2][3][4]
In 1982 Robert and Karen Frew supposedly videotaped Chessie near Kent Island. Their video shows a brownish object moving side to side like an aquatic snake.[1]
The last notable sighting of the beast was in 1997, off the shore of Fort Smallwood State Park, very close to shore. The legend of "Chessie" is very similar to, and was likely inspired by, that of "Nessie", the Loch Ness Monster.
Watch video here:
Doctor Greg : Episode 1 ( Chessie the Sea Monster)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-gi0NoZKsso
Sea Monster?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=4cNLRHdNZ28
Chessi is a legendary sea monster said to live in the midst of the Chesapeake Bay. Over the years there have been many alleged sightings of a serpent-like creature with flippers as part of its body. Most sighting reports describe it as a long, snake-like creature, from 25 feet (7.6 m) to 40 feet (12 m) long. It is said to swim using its body as a sine curve moving through the water. There were a rash of sightings in 1977 and more in the mid-1980s.
Although there are alleged photographs of Chessie, there is no genuine evidence of its existence. Speculation to explain sightings has included a "mutant eel" theory, large river otters, prehistoric zeuglodons, and South American anacondas escaping from 18th and 19th century sailing ships.
Sightings
According to Matt Lake in Weird Maryland, two perch fishermen, Francis Klarrman and Edward J. Ward, in 1943 spotted something in the water near Baltimore.
This thing was about 75 yards away, at right angles from our boat. At first it looked like something floating on the water. It was black and the part of it that was out of the water seemed about 12 feet long. It has a head about as big as a football and shaped somewhat like a horse’s head. It turned its head around several times—almost all the way around.”[1]
A photograph of an unknown sea creature taken by Trudy Guthrie in 1980 was later identified as a manatee from Florida. Manatees are unusual this far from Florida. A manatee nicknamed “Chessie” was rescued from the Chesapeake's chilly water in October 1994 and returned to Florida, but has revisited the Chesapeake several times since then. It was photographed in the Patapsco River in 2010 (unconfirmed) and near the shore of Calvert County on July 12, 2011. The more recent photograph was confirmed by U.S. Geological Survey biologists. Unlike the reports of a serpentine creature, manatees do not swim undulating from side to side.[2][3][4]
In 1982 Robert and Karen Frew supposedly videotaped Chessie near Kent Island. Their video shows a brownish object moving side to side like an aquatic snake.[1]
The last notable sighting of the beast was in 1997, off the shore of Fort Smallwood State Park, very close to shore. The legend of "Chessie" is very similar to, and was likely inspired by, that of "Nessie", the Loch Ness Monster.
Watch video here:
Doctor Greg : Episode 1 ( Chessie the Sea Monster)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-gi0NoZKsso
Sea Monster?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=4cNLRHdNZ28
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Chessie?
()
Date: June 02, 2013 11:49AM
Chessie, The Chesapeake Bay Monster
http://livingdinos.com/2011/07/chessie-the-chesapeake-bay-monster/
Ever since this country was young, a strange creature has been sighted in the Chesapeake Bay. This creature, unofficially known as Chessie, is said to be a dark tubular or snake-like animal averaging 20- 30 feet long and capable of swimming up to 10 MPH. Chessie is known to be sometimes curious of nearby humans and is not afraid by those who work and live on the Bay, and who might therefore chance upon it. The creature is still seen intermittently. concentrations of sightings occur in May through September most likely because that is when the Bay is most populated with boaters and swimmers. Chessie has been sighted most often are Love Point at Kent Island, the mouth of the Potomac, and the Eastern Bay.
Chessie was by all accounts not your typical Longnecked, Humpbacked, Plesiosaur-shaped sea monsters. Instead, Chessie seemed to be truly serpentine and traveled along in a serpentine motion, in broad horizontal sine-curves or closer-knit sets of squiggles.
In May of 1982, the first hard evidence of Chessie’s existence arrived. While at their Kent Island home, the Frew family, along with friends, believed they spotted Chessie and they made a videotape. Mr. Frew and his wife were looking out at the bay when they noticed a large snake-like creature. Frew and his wife spotted the creature in shallow, clear water about 200 yards from the house. The Frews grabbed their camera and started recording. That video tape was later analyzed by people at the Smithsonian. It was determined that the creature taped was a living animal. Frew video taped the creature as it swam toward a group of swimmers. It dove beneath the swimmers and reappeared on the other side of them. The creature they saw was about 25-30 feet long, 1-2 feet in diameter, dark brown with aa undulating back. In 1978, a retired CIA employee, Donald Kyker, also reported seeing Chessie and 3 others about 75 yards off shore. His neighbors, the Smoots’, also witness the creatures. They gave descriptions of a 30 ft, sleek, dark gray creature swimming about 7-8 miles per hour.
In the summer of 1982, the Smithsonian had a mini-symposium to determine if the videotape was indeed evidence of Chessie’s existence. Along with the video, there was a photograph taken by a woman who was previously afraid to bring it to public attention. The officials concluded that the object was definitely alive, but they did not conclude what it was. The creature in the Bay was left Unidentified.
Although a manatee was discovered to frequent Chesapeake bay and frequently migrated to and from it, the descriptions of the manatee do not match the creature and there is virtually no chance that the manatee is responsible for any of the sightings, still photos or video footage.
[On the other hand, every now and then a sighting in the more typical Plesiosaur mode also pops up. At the beginning of the Wikipedia's entry on Chessie, it states:
"Chessie is a legendary sea monster said to live in the midst of the Chesapeake Bay. Over the years there have been many alleged sightings of a serpent-like creature with flippers as part of its body. According to Matt Lake in Weird Maryland, two perch fishermen, Francis Klarrman and Edward J. Ward, in 1943 spotted something in the water near Baltimore.
“This thing was about 75 yards (69 m) away, at right angles from our boat. At first it looked like something floating on the water. It was black and the part of it that was out of the water seemed about 12 feet (3.7 m) long. It has a head about as big as a football and shaped somewhat like a horse’s head. It turned its head around several times—almost all the way around.”1
(-After which the Wikipedia emphasizes a snakelike creature swimming by horizontal undulations-DD )
1.^ a b Lake, Matt: Weird Maryland, page 68. Sterling Publishing, 2006. ISBN 1402739060.
Attachments:
http://livingdinos.com/2011/07/chessie-the-chesapeake-bay-monster/
Ever since this country was young, a strange creature has been sighted in the Chesapeake Bay. This creature, unofficially known as Chessie, is said to be a dark tubular or snake-like animal averaging 20- 30 feet long and capable of swimming up to 10 MPH. Chessie is known to be sometimes curious of nearby humans and is not afraid by those who work and live on the Bay, and who might therefore chance upon it. The creature is still seen intermittently. concentrations of sightings occur in May through September most likely because that is when the Bay is most populated with boaters and swimmers. Chessie has been sighted most often are Love Point at Kent Island, the mouth of the Potomac, and the Eastern Bay.
Chessie was by all accounts not your typical Longnecked, Humpbacked, Plesiosaur-shaped sea monsters. Instead, Chessie seemed to be truly serpentine and traveled along in a serpentine motion, in broad horizontal sine-curves or closer-knit sets of squiggles.
In May of 1982, the first hard evidence of Chessie’s existence arrived. While at their Kent Island home, the Frew family, along with friends, believed they spotted Chessie and they made a videotape. Mr. Frew and his wife were looking out at the bay when they noticed a large snake-like creature. Frew and his wife spotted the creature in shallow, clear water about 200 yards from the house. The Frews grabbed their camera and started recording. That video tape was later analyzed by people at the Smithsonian. It was determined that the creature taped was a living animal. Frew video taped the creature as it swam toward a group of swimmers. It dove beneath the swimmers and reappeared on the other side of them. The creature they saw was about 25-30 feet long, 1-2 feet in diameter, dark brown with aa undulating back. In 1978, a retired CIA employee, Donald Kyker, also reported seeing Chessie and 3 others about 75 yards off shore. His neighbors, the Smoots’, also witness the creatures. They gave descriptions of a 30 ft, sleek, dark gray creature swimming about 7-8 miles per hour.
In the summer of 1982, the Smithsonian had a mini-symposium to determine if the videotape was indeed evidence of Chessie’s existence. Along with the video, there was a photograph taken by a woman who was previously afraid to bring it to public attention. The officials concluded that the object was definitely alive, but they did not conclude what it was. The creature in the Bay was left Unidentified.
Although a manatee was discovered to frequent Chesapeake bay and frequently migrated to and from it, the descriptions of the manatee do not match the creature and there is virtually no chance that the manatee is responsible for any of the sightings, still photos or video footage.
[On the other hand, every now and then a sighting in the more typical Plesiosaur mode also pops up. At the beginning of the Wikipedia's entry on Chessie, it states:
"Chessie is a legendary sea monster said to live in the midst of the Chesapeake Bay. Over the years there have been many alleged sightings of a serpent-like creature with flippers as part of its body. According to Matt Lake in Weird Maryland, two perch fishermen, Francis Klarrman and Edward J. Ward, in 1943 spotted something in the water near Baltimore.
“This thing was about 75 yards (69 m) away, at right angles from our boat. At first it looked like something floating on the water. It was black and the part of it that was out of the water seemed about 12 feet (3.7 m) long. It has a head about as big as a football and shaped somewhat like a horse’s head. It turned its head around several times—almost all the way around.”1
(-After which the Wikipedia emphasizes a snakelike creature swimming by horizontal undulations-DD )
1.^ a b Lake, Matt: Weird Maryland, page 68. Sterling Publishing, 2006. ISBN 1402739060.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
So sorry I voted for Obama
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Date: June 02, 2013 11:51AM
(I don't really believe in ghosts)
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
jennus
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Date: June 02, 2013 12:28PM
Back when I was a young, broke college student, a friend and I thought we had stumbled upon the deal of a lifetime: A huge 5 bedroom house with 2 bathrooms for dirt cheap rent. The house was in a kind of out of the way place in Virginia, but it suited our needs and the rent was unbelievably cheap. Let me preface this by saying that in the Commonwealth of Virginia, there are no disclosure laws in real estate, meaning that the buyer/renter is not entitled to know the history of the house before signing on the dotted line.
Within a month of moving into this house, odd things began happening. The electricity didn't work very well. At first we attributed this to the fact that the house was very old, built in the early 1900's and the most recent re-wiring of the house had been done in the 50's. Also, the main breaker for the house was located outside in a barn that stood about 20 yards from the house itself and was connected by several crude-looking overhead wires. Whenever the breakers tripped (which was at least 4 times a week) we'd have to get the flashlight and go to the barn to flip them back on. The electricity wasn't the only problem. We had an answering machine that never recorded any messages. Sometimes the light would be blinking and when we'd push play, it was nothing but static. This was before DVR and we worked a lot of nights, so we would try to record our shows, but it never worked. Just static and white noise. We also found it odd that pictures never turned out in or around the house. We went though 13 rolls of film before finally giving up.
The first time we realized that we were dealing with more than just bad wiring was approximately 4 weeks after we moved in. As we were heading to the garage (which was only accessible through the door in the kitchen or the heavy old automatic door outside) we came to a dead stop. There was a man standing in our garage! He just stood there and was completely oblivious when we screamed. My friend slammed the door and locked it and called out to the man that we had a gun and were calling the cops. She retrieved the said gun and we opened the door again. The man was gone. Just poof, vanished. As previously stated, there were only 2 ways in - door through kitchen or automatic door outside. The automatic door was very noisy, so we would have heard it open and we had been in the kitchen all morning so there was no way he got in that way. We were baffled, but went about life like normal. That incident seemed to open the floodgates, because after that it really became obvious we were dealing with something not of this world.
We used to hear the sound of a baby crying, followed by the sound of a rocking chair up in the attic. We investigated and found nothing. Certain spots would always remain cold. Cold is not something you come across in Virginia in the summer. Numerous times we woke up to find all the contents of the pantry on the floor. There were dozens of other odd things that happened, but I'm just highlighting some of the more bizarre occurrences.
As things began to escalate, we got more and more nervous. The pinnacle was when we were sitting in the kitchen one evening, playing cards and waiting for some guests to arrive. Naturally, the lights went out, so we went out to trip the breaker. When we came out of the barn, we saw our friend running up the steps of the porch with a baseball bat. When we asked what he was doing, he told us that he saw a man standing in our living room then walk up the stairs! Scared, we crowded behind him and searched the house with the bat and a gun. Nothing!
About 2 weeks after that, my roommates boss asked her why she never returned his call about switching a shift. She said that she hadn't gotten any messages and he proceeded to tell her about the man that answered the phone and told her we were out! Upon further investigation, we discovered that several other people had the same experience when they called! We were thoroughly freaked out by this time, so we decided to ask some of the town's resident's about the house.
We found out that the house was always vacant within 6 months of it being rented out. Although we were scared, we still stayed because of how cheap it was.
One evening, we were in the living room watching TV. When we heard a huge thud against the basement door. When I say thud, I mean the whole wall shook and the door frame came loose. The door was locked, but we were scared and put a chair against it. We could hear growling on the other side and claws on the door, so we again got the gun. We figured at first that a wild animal must have gotten in there, so we went outside to check the entrance. It was bolted shut. We even checked the tiny windows, nothing broken.
We finally went back into the house and opened the basement door. Nothing there! I've never seen claw marks like that before or since. It was as if whatever had done it only had 3 toes! Besides, nothing that was indigenous to the area was 3 toed or could have gotten in there without opening the door or breaking the window! Not to mention, none of the local animals, say a bear, could have exerted that much force to warp a door frame! We moved a week later.
We could never really come up with any idea of what happened in that house or why. To this day, it remains a mystery. And to this day, nobody lives there for more than 6 months before leaving.
Within a month of moving into this house, odd things began happening. The electricity didn't work very well. At first we attributed this to the fact that the house was very old, built in the early 1900's and the most recent re-wiring of the house had been done in the 50's. Also, the main breaker for the house was located outside in a barn that stood about 20 yards from the house itself and was connected by several crude-looking overhead wires. Whenever the breakers tripped (which was at least 4 times a week) we'd have to get the flashlight and go to the barn to flip them back on. The electricity wasn't the only problem. We had an answering machine that never recorded any messages. Sometimes the light would be blinking and when we'd push play, it was nothing but static. This was before DVR and we worked a lot of nights, so we would try to record our shows, but it never worked. Just static and white noise. We also found it odd that pictures never turned out in or around the house. We went though 13 rolls of film before finally giving up.
The first time we realized that we were dealing with more than just bad wiring was approximately 4 weeks after we moved in. As we were heading to the garage (which was only accessible through the door in the kitchen or the heavy old automatic door outside) we came to a dead stop. There was a man standing in our garage! He just stood there and was completely oblivious when we screamed. My friend slammed the door and locked it and called out to the man that we had a gun and were calling the cops. She retrieved the said gun and we opened the door again. The man was gone. Just poof, vanished. As previously stated, there were only 2 ways in - door through kitchen or automatic door outside. The automatic door was very noisy, so we would have heard it open and we had been in the kitchen all morning so there was no way he got in that way. We were baffled, but went about life like normal. That incident seemed to open the floodgates, because after that it really became obvious we were dealing with something not of this world.
We used to hear the sound of a baby crying, followed by the sound of a rocking chair up in the attic. We investigated and found nothing. Certain spots would always remain cold. Cold is not something you come across in Virginia in the summer. Numerous times we woke up to find all the contents of the pantry on the floor. There were dozens of other odd things that happened, but I'm just highlighting some of the more bizarre occurrences.
As things began to escalate, we got more and more nervous. The pinnacle was when we were sitting in the kitchen one evening, playing cards and waiting for some guests to arrive. Naturally, the lights went out, so we went out to trip the breaker. When we came out of the barn, we saw our friend running up the steps of the porch with a baseball bat. When we asked what he was doing, he told us that he saw a man standing in our living room then walk up the stairs! Scared, we crowded behind him and searched the house with the bat and a gun. Nothing!
About 2 weeks after that, my roommates boss asked her why she never returned his call about switching a shift. She said that she hadn't gotten any messages and he proceeded to tell her about the man that answered the phone and told her we were out! Upon further investigation, we discovered that several other people had the same experience when they called! We were thoroughly freaked out by this time, so we decided to ask some of the town's resident's about the house.
We found out that the house was always vacant within 6 months of it being rented out. Although we were scared, we still stayed because of how cheap it was.
One evening, we were in the living room watching TV. When we heard a huge thud against the basement door. When I say thud, I mean the whole wall shook and the door frame came loose. The door was locked, but we were scared and put a chair against it. We could hear growling on the other side and claws on the door, so we again got the gun. We figured at first that a wild animal must have gotten in there, so we went outside to check the entrance. It was bolted shut. We even checked the tiny windows, nothing broken.
We finally went back into the house and opened the basement door. Nothing there! I've never seen claw marks like that before or since. It was as if whatever had done it only had 3 toes! Besides, nothing that was indigenous to the area was 3 toed or could have gotten in there without opening the door or breaking the window! Not to mention, none of the local animals, say a bear, could have exerted that much force to warp a door frame! We moved a week later.
We could never really come up with any idea of what happened in that house or why. To this day, it remains a mystery. And to this day, nobody lives there for more than 6 months before leaving.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
BlackKitty7
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Date: June 02, 2013 03:53PM
This is something that happened 8 years ago. I haven't thought much about it, until recently that I read someone posting a question regarding a knocking ghost on answer.yahoo.com.
Anyway, I was living alone in a small studio in Falls Church, Virginia. I may have been living there for some months (probably weeks), when I started to notice some sort of noises coming from the ceiling in the middle of the night. That may not have been a problem, except that I was living on the 3rd floor, and above me was the roof. As for the noise, it was like some scratching, and even a knocking sound. I am not very good at locating sound, but I was pretty sure that it came from the studio corner, up in the wall toward the ceiling, just above my bed (and my head). It would just wake me up. I would turn up the lights to see where the sound was coming from, and it would temporarily stop. After I'd turn the lights off, it would resume after a while.
I tried to convince myself that it was some chipmunks, or other kind of animals making that noise... Although, what animal would be up in the middle of the night making that?
Other than that, I have never felt any kind of weird thing going on in that studio. However, I had never been very comfortable living there either. Probably I was also lonely and homesick (I was a foreign student working on a Master degree). I remember going to the bathroom at night, and walking directly to the toilet trying not to look at anything else (like the closet, the bathtub, and especially not to look at the bathroom mirror).
I remember the noise would come and go. One day I got pretty uncomfortable, and decided to get a pet for companion. I got a ferret from a pet store. A week later, some neighbour kids found some stray kittens, and I took a black one with me. I think since then, I stopped hearing the noises. I also felt more comfortable with the cat around me.
Anyway, I was living alone in a small studio in Falls Church, Virginia. I may have been living there for some months (probably weeks), when I started to notice some sort of noises coming from the ceiling in the middle of the night. That may not have been a problem, except that I was living on the 3rd floor, and above me was the roof. As for the noise, it was like some scratching, and even a knocking sound. I am not very good at locating sound, but I was pretty sure that it came from the studio corner, up in the wall toward the ceiling, just above my bed (and my head). It would just wake me up. I would turn up the lights to see where the sound was coming from, and it would temporarily stop. After I'd turn the lights off, it would resume after a while.
I tried to convince myself that it was some chipmunks, or other kind of animals making that noise... Although, what animal would be up in the middle of the night making that?
Other than that, I have never felt any kind of weird thing going on in that studio. However, I had never been very comfortable living there either. Probably I was also lonely and homesick (I was a foreign student working on a Master degree). I remember going to the bathroom at night, and walking directly to the toilet trying not to look at anything else (like the closet, the bathtub, and especially not to look at the bathroom mirror).
I remember the noise would come and go. One day I got pretty uncomfortable, and decided to get a pet for companion. I got a ferret from a pet store. A week later, some neighbour kids found some stray kittens, and I took a black one with me. I think since then, I stopped hearing the noises. I also felt more comfortable with the cat around me.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
alex's
()
Date: June 02, 2013 06:26PM
Everyone in northern Virginia has heard the legend of the Bunny Man Bridge and me being a teenager decided to go with some friends at night. It was about 11 pm when we got there, it was very creepy and spooky.
Driving up the bridge I put the high beams up so I could see everything. Me and my friends got out of the car and went on the bridge which has a railroad on it. We were there looking at our surroundings which were illuminated by the full moon. Out of now where we heard screaming, not yelling but screaming.
It was so scary we though someone was pulling a prank on us but we were the only ones there. Me and my other friend ran off the bridge while our third friend stayed on.
She soon came after us saying she saw something across from her. We got in the car and it wouldn't start. It was like straight out of a horror movie. We finally get it to start and drive away looking out onto the bridge searching for anyone or anything and saw nothing.
After 5 minutes we came back to the bridge and saw a train go by where we were standing. At first we thought it was a railroad warning sign going off but then realized why would there be one if there was no intersection on the railroad because the car road was below the bridge while the railroad was on the bridge.
Driving up the bridge I put the high beams up so I could see everything. Me and my friends got out of the car and went on the bridge which has a railroad on it. We were there looking at our surroundings which were illuminated by the full moon. Out of now where we heard screaming, not yelling but screaming.
It was so scary we though someone was pulling a prank on us but we were the only ones there. Me and my other friend ran off the bridge while our third friend stayed on.
She soon came after us saying she saw something across from her. We got in the car and it wouldn't start. It was like straight out of a horror movie. We finally get it to start and drive away looking out onto the bridge searching for anyone or anything and saw nothing.
After 5 minutes we came back to the bridge and saw a train go by where we were standing. At first we thought it was a railroad warning sign going off but then realized why would there be one if there was no intersection on the railroad because the car road was below the bridge while the railroad was on the bridge.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
So sorry I voted for Obama
()
Date: June 02, 2013 07:13PM
Are you serious? C'mon. Get real.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Who Ya Gonna Call?
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Date: June 04, 2013 07:06AM
Who Ya Gonna Call?
Puzzling paranormal activity is heating up down in Occoquan, a town that's getting quite the reputation as a ghost capital of sorts. First there was the Rockledge Mansion and now they even have ghost tours. Spooky! Turns out the town even has its own "ghost buster," Kay Pietrewicz.
Apparently Pietrewicz, whose official title is paranormal investigator, keeps pretty busy. She recently investigated incidents at Puzzle Palooza, where Donna Carleton reported a possible ghostly presence. Turns out a ghostly child, a boy named Tad, may be haunting the shop, Pietrewicz surmised.
Puzzle Palooza opened earlier this year and sells puzzles of all kinds. Since opening the shop in February, Carleton and her business partner Holly VandenHeuvel said they observed many incidents that they chalk up to paranormal activity. We also hear Tad is pretty good at puzzles.
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Puzzle Palooza Owner Reports Possible Ghostly Presence in Occoquan
She brought in local paranormal investigator Kathleen "Kay" Pietrewicz to determine the nature of the possible haunting.
http://lakeridge.patch.com/articles/puzzle-palooza-owner-reports-possible-ghostly-presence-in-occoquan
A ghostly child may be haunting Puzzle Palooza in Occoquan, according to owner Donna Carleton and local paranormal investigator Kay Pietrewicz.
Puzzle Palooza opened earlier this year and sells puzzles of all kinds. Since opening the shop in February, Carleton and her business partner Holly VandenHeuvel have observed many incidents that they chalk up to paranormal activity.
Carleton met with Pietrewicz to ask her to communicate with this possible ghost.
A couple weeks after they opened, Carleton called VandenHeuvel's son and suggested that he close up shop early that day, since it was a rainy day.
"The first words out of his mouth were, 'We have a ghost!'" Pietrewicz said. "He went on to say that the lights kept flickering on and off. She dismissed this as just the effects of the stormy weather. Then he told her the internet kept going in and out. He then told her about the door coming open several times."
Pietrewicz asked if they had a back door, to determine whether one door could have opened from the draft from another door. However, the son insisted he had closed the door properly, and that it kept opening anyway.
"While she was on the phone with him she heard a bang in the background," Pietrewicz said. "She said, 'What was that?' He said a puzzle had just fallen of the shelf. Once again, there could be a logical explanation, but it made her question whether there might, in fact, be something paranormal happening."
VandenHeuvel also reported a strange encounter. After coming in to work one day, she put her lunch in the refrigerator in the back room. At noon, she came back to get her lunch, and noticed that there were four puzzle boxes set end to end just in front of the refrigerator door, so close that she would have disturbed the boxes had they been there when she had put her lunch into the refrigerator that morning, Pietrewicz said.
"Donna was very much intrigued by the events, so one day she left a floor puzzle out with a couple of pieces left to the side. When she came in the next day, she noticed a piece of the puzzle had been completed and that some towels she had put in the back had been left on top of the pile," Pietrewicz said. "Donna decided to try leaving another puzzle out on the bench. When she came in again, not only was the puzzle completed, but it was moved to another part of the bench."
After pulling out her TASCOM DR-05 recorder and dowsing rods, Pietrewicz set out to try to communicate with this reported ghost. From the recording and activity, Pietrewicz said that the building is haunted by a 7-year-old boy named Tad who was an only child. His father worked in Occoquan, and he did not have the use of his left arm.
Have you experienced any activity that you believe to be paranormal? Find out more about Haunted Occoquan at haunted-occoquan.com.
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Puzzling paranormal activity is heating up down in Occoquan, a town that's getting quite the reputation as a ghost capital of sorts. First there was the Rockledge Mansion and now they even have ghost tours. Spooky! Turns out the town even has its own "ghost buster," Kay Pietrewicz.
Apparently Pietrewicz, whose official title is paranormal investigator, keeps pretty busy. She recently investigated incidents at Puzzle Palooza, where Donna Carleton reported a possible ghostly presence. Turns out a ghostly child, a boy named Tad, may be haunting the shop, Pietrewicz surmised.
Puzzle Palooza opened earlier this year and sells puzzles of all kinds. Since opening the shop in February, Carleton and her business partner Holly VandenHeuvel said they observed many incidents that they chalk up to paranormal activity. We also hear Tad is pretty good at puzzles.
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Puzzle Palooza Owner Reports Possible Ghostly Presence in Occoquan
She brought in local paranormal investigator Kathleen "Kay" Pietrewicz to determine the nature of the possible haunting.
http://lakeridge.patch.com/articles/puzzle-palooza-owner-reports-possible-ghostly-presence-in-occoquan
A ghostly child may be haunting Puzzle Palooza in Occoquan, according to owner Donna Carleton and local paranormal investigator Kay Pietrewicz.
Puzzle Palooza opened earlier this year and sells puzzles of all kinds. Since opening the shop in February, Carleton and her business partner Holly VandenHeuvel have observed many incidents that they chalk up to paranormal activity.
Carleton met with Pietrewicz to ask her to communicate with this possible ghost.
A couple weeks after they opened, Carleton called VandenHeuvel's son and suggested that he close up shop early that day, since it was a rainy day.
"The first words out of his mouth were, 'We have a ghost!'" Pietrewicz said. "He went on to say that the lights kept flickering on and off. She dismissed this as just the effects of the stormy weather. Then he told her the internet kept going in and out. He then told her about the door coming open several times."
Pietrewicz asked if they had a back door, to determine whether one door could have opened from the draft from another door. However, the son insisted he had closed the door properly, and that it kept opening anyway.
"While she was on the phone with him she heard a bang in the background," Pietrewicz said. "She said, 'What was that?' He said a puzzle had just fallen of the shelf. Once again, there could be a logical explanation, but it made her question whether there might, in fact, be something paranormal happening."
VandenHeuvel also reported a strange encounter. After coming in to work one day, she put her lunch in the refrigerator in the back room. At noon, she came back to get her lunch, and noticed that there were four puzzle boxes set end to end just in front of the refrigerator door, so close that she would have disturbed the boxes had they been there when she had put her lunch into the refrigerator that morning, Pietrewicz said.
"Donna was very much intrigued by the events, so one day she left a floor puzzle out with a couple of pieces left to the side. When she came in the next day, she noticed a piece of the puzzle had been completed and that some towels she had put in the back had been left on top of the pile," Pietrewicz said. "Donna decided to try leaving another puzzle out on the bench. When she came in again, not only was the puzzle completed, but it was moved to another part of the bench."
After pulling out her TASCOM DR-05 recorder and dowsing rods, Pietrewicz set out to try to communicate with this reported ghost. From the recording and activity, Pietrewicz said that the building is haunted by a 7-year-old boy named Tad who was an only child. His father worked in Occoquan, and he did not have the use of his left arm.
Have you experienced any activity that you believe to be paranormal? Find out more about Haunted Occoquan at haunted-occoquan.com.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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Oakton - October 2007
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Date: June 04, 2013 07:29AM
I was lying in bed, waiting to fall asleep. The blinds were open, so I looked outside, towards the north and east. Through the branches of a tree in my front yard, I saw three lights in a triangle formation, bouncing/jumping around in place. Honestly, it looked like something off TV, so I immediatly thought "aliens." I froze at first, then freaked out, panicked, and kind of lost it. I couldn't just close the blinds because if it was extraterrestrial it was too late to "hide." So I jumped out of bed, took my phone, started to leave my room, but went back to the window to check. It was still there. So I ran to my parents' room, where I eventually slept, after becoming extemely paranoid and almost hysterical. I shivered, hiding under the covers for almost another hour. I live right near I66, so every time a car went down the highway it sounded like a space craft to me. Before I made my dad close the blinds in their room, I saw a light in the wooded area behind my house, which could have just been from the street behind those woods, but I don't really know. The trees were still pretty dense as it wasn't quite winter yet.The experience was so strong that I'll NEVER forget the date or time or how paranoid I felt. Since then I sometimes get panic attacks when I'm the last one up, and trying to fall asleep. Every little noise makes me jump. The last big panic attack was Christmas Eve. I sleep with my cell phone and a stuffed animal and even a nightlight. I'm not prone to believe wild stories, or ghosts or aliens, but this experience has had a big impact on me. Even though I only saw the thing for a few seconds, it was how I felt that will really stick with me.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghostwalker
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Date: June 04, 2013 07:56AM
Here's a place for you...
A Haunting Revisited
Self-proclaimed ghost hunter recalls her childhood living in Aspen Grove
http://fairfaxcity.patch.com/articles/a-haunting-revisited#photo-6827181
The ghost legend of Aspen Grove has been covered by the Washington Post, NBC, and a 2007 episode of HGTV’s “If These Walls Could Talk,” but never quite like it has been recently by author, medical transcriptionist, and ghost hunter Sharon Day.
In a three-part series on her blog GHOST THEOR1E5, Day relives her childhood in Aspen Grove, including details of relic discoveries, commentary on memorable events, as well as the effect the spirits may have had in the death of her family members after they moved away.
“I ask a lot questions of the field of the paranormal,” she said. “I talk about my experiences and invite the readers in for discussions that go back and forth and inspire new lines of thought.”
She got the idea for the blog in 2008 from her son, Alex, while bedridden from an Achilles tendon surgery. It's a “forum for the odd folk, paranormal theories, horror, humor; a real mind carnival," she said.
For Day, 48, that carnival began when she was 2 years old. She was the youngest of five children to move onto the estate. Her father worked for the postal office in Washington D.C. and her mother was an artist and historian who deeply loved the house for its illustrious past. As a child, Day roamed the property with a metal detector, finding old relics including bullets, cannonball fragments and, her favorite, a buried row of small tin soldiers.
Built in 1750, the Aspen Grove Estate was used by the Sagar family as a station in the Underground Railroad, before being fought over as a hospital by both sides during the Civil War.
The ghost might have been one of the many soldiers that died on the front lawn. Legend has it a barefoot Union soldier was killed on the lawn in the middle of the night. He's been looking for his boots ever since.
In her blog, Day recounts the first time she saw the chandelier begin to shake, causing the Waterford Crystal to jingle. She couldn't explain it away in a home with no heat or central air. Day said this incident was what made her want to gather equipment and ghost hunt as an adult, something now she does every month.
Day goes on to recount hearing sounds similar to people pulling out chairs, slamming fists on the table, running up and down the stairs, and even arguing.
“I grew up thinking the things you heard or caught glimpses of were normal,” she explained. “When you're a baby growing up with phenomena, it's a part of 'normal' physics, like when a kid throws a ball in the air and it comes back down. They don't ask why. Well, a couple times I saw things move on their own and it seemed normal. I didn't question it. I was older when I realized it was unusual.”
The strange incidents didn't stop, even after the family moved out of the estate. Her father, brother and sister died in a span of 11 years, all under bizarre circumstances. Oddly enough, the new tenants insisted that they saw her father at an outdoor dinner party while he was physically lying on his deathbed in an Arizona hospital.
Day isn't the only one with stories to tell.
Former owner Joanne McGregor told the Burke connection: “He’s a good ghost, just a little clumsy."
Bob Garfield published an article in an 1996 edition of the Washington Post about his time on the estate, claiming the ghost stories were the creaks and groans of an old house. But he couldn’t offer a very plausible explanation as to how a set of cabinets were ripped out of the wall with only his young daughter as a witness.
Today, the house is inhabited by realtor Betsy Rutkowski, who in 10 years has only heard the occasional footstep on the stairs. Twice the overhead light in the master bedroom turned on in the middle of the night, she said. Oddly enough, both Rutkowski’s stepdaughters and Sharon Day felt the same sensation of a “ghost” touching them on the feet in their sleep.
“We found out about the ‘ghosts’ after we made the offer,” she said. “I loved the house so much, I told myself we would live amongst ‘them’ and would not bother ‘them’ if they did not bother us.”
Although Rutkowski has yet to read the blog, she occasionally exchanges emails with Day, who likes to check in on the ghosts of her past. She believes her deceased family is now there in spirit.
“My ultimate dream,” Day wrote. “Is to go there (Aspen Grove) for a hunt with my team, the right equipment and a film crew to document a hunt like no other; a predetermined hunt with spirits waiting and willing to make contact.”
It seems Day will have to wait to fulfill this desire, as Rutkowski wants no part in the exploration.
“I am open to folks visiting the house for history’s sake and appreciation,” she said. “But I would absolutely not like the idea of conjuring up spirits, ghosts… I would not want to disturb any peaceful souls.”
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A Haunting Revisited
Self-proclaimed ghost hunter recalls her childhood living in Aspen Grove
http://fairfaxcity.patch.com/articles/a-haunting-revisited#photo-6827181
The ghost legend of Aspen Grove has been covered by the Washington Post, NBC, and a 2007 episode of HGTV’s “If These Walls Could Talk,” but never quite like it has been recently by author, medical transcriptionist, and ghost hunter Sharon Day.
In a three-part series on her blog GHOST THEOR1E5, Day relives her childhood in Aspen Grove, including details of relic discoveries, commentary on memorable events, as well as the effect the spirits may have had in the death of her family members after they moved away.
“I ask a lot questions of the field of the paranormal,” she said. “I talk about my experiences and invite the readers in for discussions that go back and forth and inspire new lines of thought.”
She got the idea for the blog in 2008 from her son, Alex, while bedridden from an Achilles tendon surgery. It's a “forum for the odd folk, paranormal theories, horror, humor; a real mind carnival," she said.
For Day, 48, that carnival began when she was 2 years old. She was the youngest of five children to move onto the estate. Her father worked for the postal office in Washington D.C. and her mother was an artist and historian who deeply loved the house for its illustrious past. As a child, Day roamed the property with a metal detector, finding old relics including bullets, cannonball fragments and, her favorite, a buried row of small tin soldiers.
Built in 1750, the Aspen Grove Estate was used by the Sagar family as a station in the Underground Railroad, before being fought over as a hospital by both sides during the Civil War.
The ghost might have been one of the many soldiers that died on the front lawn. Legend has it a barefoot Union soldier was killed on the lawn in the middle of the night. He's been looking for his boots ever since.
In her blog, Day recounts the first time she saw the chandelier begin to shake, causing the Waterford Crystal to jingle. She couldn't explain it away in a home with no heat or central air. Day said this incident was what made her want to gather equipment and ghost hunt as an adult, something now she does every month.
Day goes on to recount hearing sounds similar to people pulling out chairs, slamming fists on the table, running up and down the stairs, and even arguing.
“I grew up thinking the things you heard or caught glimpses of were normal,” she explained. “When you're a baby growing up with phenomena, it's a part of 'normal' physics, like when a kid throws a ball in the air and it comes back down. They don't ask why. Well, a couple times I saw things move on their own and it seemed normal. I didn't question it. I was older when I realized it was unusual.”
The strange incidents didn't stop, even after the family moved out of the estate. Her father, brother and sister died in a span of 11 years, all under bizarre circumstances. Oddly enough, the new tenants insisted that they saw her father at an outdoor dinner party while he was physically lying on his deathbed in an Arizona hospital.
Day isn't the only one with stories to tell.
Former owner Joanne McGregor told the Burke connection: “He’s a good ghost, just a little clumsy."
Bob Garfield published an article in an 1996 edition of the Washington Post about his time on the estate, claiming the ghost stories were the creaks and groans of an old house. But he couldn’t offer a very plausible explanation as to how a set of cabinets were ripped out of the wall with only his young daughter as a witness.
Today, the house is inhabited by realtor Betsy Rutkowski, who in 10 years has only heard the occasional footstep on the stairs. Twice the overhead light in the master bedroom turned on in the middle of the night, she said. Oddly enough, both Rutkowski’s stepdaughters and Sharon Day felt the same sensation of a “ghost” touching them on the feet in their sleep.
“We found out about the ‘ghosts’ after we made the offer,” she said. “I loved the house so much, I told myself we would live amongst ‘them’ and would not bother ‘them’ if they did not bother us.”
Although Rutkowski has yet to read the blog, she occasionally exchanges emails with Day, who likes to check in on the ghosts of her past. She believes her deceased family is now there in spirit.
“My ultimate dream,” Day wrote. “Is to go there (Aspen Grove) for a hunt with my team, the right equipment and a film crew to document a hunt like no other; a predetermined hunt with spirits waiting and willing to make contact.”
It seems Day will have to wait to fulfill this desire, as Rutkowski wants no part in the exploration.
“I am open to folks visiting the house for history’s sake and appreciation,” she said. “But I would absolutely not like the idea of conjuring up spirits, ghosts… I would not want to disturb any peaceful souls.”
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
sally's
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Date: June 05, 2013 07:59AM
In a house in Centreville (my house) there are at least 10 to 15 ghosts and spirits. The house looks normal inside and outside but if you are a medium or physic like me... You are in for a suprize. This home is filled with spirits you hear noises day and nite! If you knock twice...They knock twice back! I even have a recording of their voices! My friends are afraid of my house! :o I have many experiences with these ''dead friends'' of mine :) ! Have you?.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Anonymous1
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Date: June 05, 2013 08:04AM
While flying towards the Dulles airfield from the west there appeared an air force jet at a nearby distance close to the right wing of the commercial airliner and disappeared within sight. This happened over a mountainous area as the airliner was approaching its landing destination.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Cliff was
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Date: June 05, 2013 08:36AM
Back in the early 90s when the Manasses Mall had the movie theater my girlfriend whom I married went there to see Spawn. While sitting in the theater and we were the only two there my girlfriend looked over to her right and saw a black shadow walking up the isle. I was sitting on the right side of her and you may think I am going to say she was imagining things. However how could she imagine that a black shadow was walking up the Isle and I saw it too?
The scary part was that I was closest to it.
The scary part was that I was closest to it.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Josh1973
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Date: June 05, 2013 09:24AM
I've lived in my parents house in Manassas VA for 25 years. They still live there. I finally moved out and down the road a mile. Anyways my parents are the original owners of the house. It is off parkstreet .
I remember the neighborhood where Confederate trail is was a big field. Now it's all houses. I was a little kid and thought my mom came home but it was not her. Well my wife was showing a friend of ours her house and they went downstairs into basement and turned the corner and a woman with long dress hair up . She said she felt like she walked in on her by accident. She freaked out and rran.
I remember the neighborhood where Confederate trail is was a big field. Now it's all houses. I was a little kid and thought my mom came home but it was not her. Well my wife was showing a friend of ours her house and they went downstairs into basement and turned the corner and a woman with long dress hair up . She said she felt like she walked in on her by accident. She freaked out and rran.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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Josue in Man asses
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Date: June 05, 2013 10:52AM
One night me and my friend decided to sneak out and run away from stuff. We decided to go and walk the railroad tracks in older town to my house. As we got further into the tracks it would get darker. To the point were no human nor lights were to be seen for a while. Out of the blue we here a woman scream the scream was so close we started running and we heard the scream one last time then a gunshot. There were no news stories of a woman being shot the next day. Could there be the spirit of young woman still lurking the tracks?
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The Bunnyman Cometh!
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Date: June 05, 2013 07:19PM
Beware the Bunnyman!
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Javier
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Date: June 06, 2013 07:04AM
I am posting this for the janitor in my building. He claims that there is a ghost that talks to him and bangs on stuff in one of the empty offices. The ghost also turns lights on and he also can feel a presence when he enters the office.
I went with him the other day and I too felt it and also got major goose bumps. He just wants to know what the ghost wants so he can help him. This is in the Fairbrook Drive building in Herndon.
I went with him the other day and I too felt it and also got major goose bumps. He just wants to know what the ghost wants so he can help him. This is in the Fairbrook Drive building in Herndon.
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Franklin Farm Ghosts
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Date: June 06, 2013 07:12AM
I lived in franklin farms. During my 2 years there our home had many occurrences. The bathroom light fixture flew off the wall. Not straight down but flew to the other side of the wall during a family birthday party.
I came home one night and heard a growl in my ear. No one else was home. My daughter came flying down the stairs in a panic one night. Our TV in the bedroom kept going on and off. But what really got her was when my wedding picture flew off the side bedstand!
My neighbor across the street was woken by a Civil War solder standing at the foot of her bed. Her daughter in law also saw this on a seperat occation. From reserching the area framklin farms was the scene of a Civil War battlefield.
I came home one night and heard a growl in my ear. No one else was home. My daughter came flying down the stairs in a panic one night. Our TV in the bedroom kept going on and off. But what really got her was when my wedding picture flew off the side bedstand!
My neighbor across the street was woken by a Civil War solder standing at the foot of her bed. Her daughter in law also saw this on a seperat occation. From reserching the area framklin farms was the scene of a Civil War battlefield.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
neighbor
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Date: June 06, 2013 07:24AM
Franklin Farm Ghosts Wrote:
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> I lived in franklin farms. During my 2 years there
> our home had many occurrences. The bathroom light
> fixture flew off the wall. Not straight down but
> flew to the other side of the wall during a family
> birthday party.
>
> I came home one night and heard a growl in my ear.
> No one else was home. My daughter came flying down
> the stairs in a panic one night. Our TV in the
> bedroom kept going on and off. But what really got
> her was when my wedding picture flew off the side
> bedstand!
>
> My neighbor across the street was woken by a Civil
> War solder standing at the foot of her bed. Her
> daughter in law also saw this on a seperat
> occation. From reserching the area framklin farms
> was the scene of a Civil War battlefield.
I have a close relative that lives in Herndon VA Franklin farm development on thorngate Dr. For years I've know the house haunted. My many visits to to house and I have also resided there for the last few years.
My experience has been shared with other family member. First case once I was in the house alone about 19 years ago as I sat in the family room I hard loud and clear someone heavy footsteps come up out of the basement into the foyer and open the front door. I yelled out expecting a reply and no one did. I got up and search front door was locked. I was so scared I wanted to leave then and there. Second occurrence was I conversing with two relatives in the kicten and one the owner of the house and suddlenly a huge 30lb picture slammed from the dining room wall now the picture hung over a a credenza which had a lot of glassware, and wine decantors the huge picture was found by myself lying on the dining room floor flat on it's face between the dining table and the credenza not a single glass item broken. It was though something had slammed it down. I also witnessed a wedding picture hurl from a bookshelf mid air to the floor third event my child and her cousin witness a tall dark shadow floating from the upstairs to the living during a thanksgiving dinner prayer. At night I hear and see the hall light go out and also footsteps
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> I lived in franklin farms. During my 2 years there
> our home had many occurrences. The bathroom light
> fixture flew off the wall. Not straight down but
> flew to the other side of the wall during a family
> birthday party.
>
> I came home one night and heard a growl in my ear.
> No one else was home. My daughter came flying down
> the stairs in a panic one night. Our TV in the
> bedroom kept going on and off. But what really got
> her was when my wedding picture flew off the side
> bedstand!
>
> My neighbor across the street was woken by a Civil
> War solder standing at the foot of her bed. Her
> daughter in law also saw this on a seperat
> occation. From reserching the area framklin farms
> was the scene of a Civil War battlefield.
I have a close relative that lives in Herndon VA Franklin farm development on thorngate Dr. For years I've know the house haunted. My many visits to to house and I have also resided there for the last few years.
My experience has been shared with other family member. First case once I was in the house alone about 19 years ago as I sat in the family room I hard loud and clear someone heavy footsteps come up out of the basement into the foyer and open the front door. I yelled out expecting a reply and no one did. I got up and search front door was locked. I was so scared I wanted to leave then and there. Second occurrence was I conversing with two relatives in the kicten and one the owner of the house and suddlenly a huge 30lb picture slammed from the dining room wall now the picture hung over a a credenza which had a lot of glassware, and wine decantors the huge picture was found by myself lying on the dining room floor flat on it's face between the dining table and the credenza not a single glass item broken. It was though something had slammed it down. I also witnessed a wedding picture hurl from a bookshelf mid air to the floor third event my child and her cousin witness a tall dark shadow floating from the upstairs to the living during a thanksgiving dinner prayer. At night I hear and see the hall light go out and also footsteps
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
bathory313
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Date: June 06, 2013 07:32AM
This happened to me about a month or so ago, and I have posted it in a couple of places; one place for entertainment of others, and one place to try to find some answers to this encounter.
I have been having ghost experiences since I was very young; I am now 39 and quite seasoned at ghostly contact. I have seen and heard them, and also felt them touch me. I have had one encounter with an animal ghost, and a couple of encounters with shadow ghosts. This last experience, though, seems to have combined the two, and has left me a bit frightened.
I had JUST laid down in bed, and was facing my bedroom windows; lying on my right side. I am in the third town home from the corner; there is a streetlight on the corner, which affords a bit of light into the bedroom. I also have a 2-ft black light in the bedroom, which burns constantly. I was lying there, and noticed what I thought was my Papillon, with this forepaws up on the mattress, appearing to look at me intently. I stared at "him" for awhile, and I noticed that his figure wasn't moving... This is uncharacteristic of a 2-year old Pap, so I began examining the shadow a bit more in depth. I noted that the shadow was really, really dark... Darker than a normal shadow of an animal should have been. The "thing" also did not have my boy's butterfly ears; it appeared to be more the size and shape of a large house cat. I wanted to reach out to touch it, to see if it was real, but something told me I dare not do that.
I suddenly became very afraid (this thing was about 6 inches from my face, since I tend to sleep toward the very edge of the mattress) I squeezed my eyes shut for about a minute, and then reopened them to see the thing still there. I kept staring at it, angry and scared, and it began doing this weird motion with its head. Picture a cat moving its head in an "infinity" symbol shape; like a sideways '8'. I became VERY scared at this point, it was almost as if it wanted to hypnotize me. I closed my eyes again for a minute, and when I looked again the thing was gone.
Whatever this was, I feel it was very ancient, but lower-level, spiritually. As strange as this is going to sound, I feel that it was trying to get me out of my physical body to go on a journey that I did NOT want to take. I don't know if this was a shadow ghost (I usually see them as very dark, fast-moving shadows on the floor around my feet) or if this was some kind of psychic attack. I do know that this thing felt very malevolent and sinister... I did not like the way its essence or energy felt to me.
This has disturbed me since it happened. I was only able to bring myself to write about it a few nights ago! I came here searching for answers, perhaps someone knows what this could have been?
This has bothered me more than any old human spirit ever could... This thing was NOT HUMAN, and never was.
Ideas, comments, suggestions? Thanks in advance for reading this!
I have been having ghost experiences since I was very young; I am now 39 and quite seasoned at ghostly contact. I have seen and heard them, and also felt them touch me. I have had one encounter with an animal ghost, and a couple of encounters with shadow ghosts. This last experience, though, seems to have combined the two, and has left me a bit frightened.
I had JUST laid down in bed, and was facing my bedroom windows; lying on my right side. I am in the third town home from the corner; there is a streetlight on the corner, which affords a bit of light into the bedroom. I also have a 2-ft black light in the bedroom, which burns constantly. I was lying there, and noticed what I thought was my Papillon, with this forepaws up on the mattress, appearing to look at me intently. I stared at "him" for awhile, and I noticed that his figure wasn't moving... This is uncharacteristic of a 2-year old Pap, so I began examining the shadow a bit more in depth. I noted that the shadow was really, really dark... Darker than a normal shadow of an animal should have been. The "thing" also did not have my boy's butterfly ears; it appeared to be more the size and shape of a large house cat. I wanted to reach out to touch it, to see if it was real, but something told me I dare not do that.
I suddenly became very afraid (this thing was about 6 inches from my face, since I tend to sleep toward the very edge of the mattress) I squeezed my eyes shut for about a minute, and then reopened them to see the thing still there. I kept staring at it, angry and scared, and it began doing this weird motion with its head. Picture a cat moving its head in an "infinity" symbol shape; like a sideways '8'. I became VERY scared at this point, it was almost as if it wanted to hypnotize me. I closed my eyes again for a minute, and when I looked again the thing was gone.
Whatever this was, I feel it was very ancient, but lower-level, spiritually. As strange as this is going to sound, I feel that it was trying to get me out of my physical body to go on a journey that I did NOT want to take. I don't know if this was a shadow ghost (I usually see them as very dark, fast-moving shadows on the floor around my feet) or if this was some kind of psychic attack. I do know that this thing felt very malevolent and sinister... I did not like the way its essence or energy felt to me.
This has disturbed me since it happened. I was only able to bring myself to write about it a few nights ago! I came here searching for answers, perhaps someone knows what this could have been?
This has bothered me more than any old human spirit ever could... This thing was NOT HUMAN, and never was.
Ideas, comments, suggestions? Thanks in advance for reading this!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Jessyness646
()
Date: June 06, 2013 07:39AM
Helllllll yes I believe in ghosts. And by the way, just to point it out, don't they sometimes call the Holy Spirit the Holy Ghost? Anyway. I have lived in numerous haunted places where creepy things have happened and my mother and sister have seen ghosts. I actually saw a ghosts years ago, no lie, running around my friend's yard. We were all playin outside and we saw this guy running like dressed in prison garb, it was like a gray suit i think, and we start chasing this guy because ya know we were little and dumb and we're like why's this guy running around our yard? AND THEN HE DISAPPEARS. AND THEN HE REAPPEARED. It was freaky man, he just kept disappearing, and reappearing.
Ok, maybe we were all hallucinating. I doubt it, but possibly. But Now I actually have a picture of a ghost. We took two pictures, or my sister did, of me sitting on my ex's lap and we were facing eachother, making funny faces, it was a mad funny picture. My cat was sitting between us. First picture, there's a couple red blurs, a small one to the right of us, a huge one to the left, and if you look at the one on the left, you can totally see it's the shape of a man wearing like 1800 clothes with long hair and his fists clenched just staring down at us, and my cat is totally freaking out in this pic. Then, in the next pic, absolutely nothing, and my cat's like asleep. You'd have to see it to believe it, it's so detailed, it's creepy.
Also, if you look up Norwich Hospital, in Norwich, Ct, there's some crazy ghost stories about that place too. So I went there and crawled through a window once, in the day because i'm a wuss, and it was just creepy. I didn't see a ghost, but I had this all around creepy bad feeling. Not even a scared feeling, just bad, like something bad had happened there or was going to. i had to get out, it was so freakin scary. But I totally believe in ghosts, all the way, I know they exist. I also used to hear them running around in my attic....and no it wasn't a racoon or something, way too big to be that....I KNOW they exist.
Ok, maybe we were all hallucinating. I doubt it, but possibly. But Now I actually have a picture of a ghost. We took two pictures, or my sister did, of me sitting on my ex's lap and we were facing eachother, making funny faces, it was a mad funny picture. My cat was sitting between us. First picture, there's a couple red blurs, a small one to the right of us, a huge one to the left, and if you look at the one on the left, you can totally see it's the shape of a man wearing like 1800 clothes with long hair and his fists clenched just staring down at us, and my cat is totally freaking out in this pic. Then, in the next pic, absolutely nothing, and my cat's like asleep. You'd have to see it to believe it, it's so detailed, it's creepy.
Also, if you look up Norwich Hospital, in Norwich, Ct, there's some crazy ghost stories about that place too. So I went there and crawled through a window once, in the day because i'm a wuss, and it was just creepy. I didn't see a ghost, but I had this all around creepy bad feeling. Not even a scared feeling, just bad, like something bad had happened there or was going to. i had to get out, it was so freakin scary. But I totally believe in ghosts, all the way, I know they exist. I also used to hear them running around in my attic....and no it wasn't a racoon or something, way too big to be that....I KNOW they exist.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Like a good neighbor...
()
Date: June 06, 2013 07:55AM
neighbor Wrote:
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> Franklin Farm Ghosts Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I lived in franklin farms. During my 2 years
> there
> > our home had many occurrences. The bathroom
> light
> > fixture flew off the wall. Not straight down
> but
> > flew to the other side of the wall during a
> family
> > birthday party.
> >
> > I came home one night and heard a growl in my
> ear.
> > No one else was home. My daughter came flying
> down
> > the stairs in a panic one night. Our TV in the
> > bedroom kept going on and off. But what really
> got
> > her was when my wedding picture flew off the
> side
> > bedstand!
> >
> > My neighbor across the street was woken by a
> Civil
> > War solder standing at the foot of her bed. Her
> > daughter in law also saw this on a seperat
> > occation. From reserching the area framklin
> farms
> > was the scene of a Civil War battlefield.
>
>
> I have a close relative that lives in Herndon VA
> Franklin farm development on thorngate Dr. For
> years I've know the house haunted. My many visits
> to to house and I have also resided there for the
> last few years.
>
> My experience has been shared with other family
> member. First case once I was in the house alone
> about 19 years ago as I sat in the family room I
> hard loud and clear someone heavy footsteps come
> up out of the basement into the foyer and open the
> front door. I yelled out expecting a reply and no
> one did. I got up and search front door was
> locked. I was so scared I wanted to leave then and
> there. Second occurrence was I conversing with two
> relatives in the kicten and one the owner of the
> house and suddlenly a huge 30lb picture slammed
> from the dining room wall now the picture hung
> over a a credenza which had a lot of glassware,
> and wine decantors the huge picture was found by
> myself lying on the dining room floor flat on it's
> face between the dining table and the credenza not
> a single glass item broken. It was though
> something had slammed it down. I also witnessed a
> wedding picture hurl from a bookshelf mid air to
> the floor third event my child and her cousin
> witness a tall dark shadow floating from the
> upstairs to the living during a thanksgiving
> dinner prayer. At night I hear and see the hall
> light go out and also footsteps
I lived in Franklin Farm with my parents for about 10 years, right off Franklin Farm Road itself. My house was haunted per se, but we did have some unusual things that happened in our house, in our guest bed room. One time we heard strange sounds coming from that room, that would disappear into a small closet in there. Never found out what it was, but it was gone shortly after it started. It felt like there was always someone in the room, there was that warmth of presence in there always. (A nice family warmth). We filled that room with a lot of my grandparent’s furniture, so maybe it attracted them to that room in the house, I don’t know. We never really saw anything.
As for Franklin Farm itself, I used hear a lot of ghost stories around there, with people seeing strange things on the path. I myself saw a gigantic snake on the path there near the community center/pool near the front entrance of Franklin Farm off of West Ox Road. I was about 15 years old at the time and this snake had to have been about 40 plus feet long, and probably something like an anaconda or python because its head was about 2-3 times the size of my hand. A friend and I ran into this thing when we were moving a TV from my house to his on the paths, he lived over on Dower house road and I lived down at the last house on the side of Franklin Farm road just before the group of ponds. We ran into the snake when it was almost dark and I mistook it for some kind of strange log or tree limb that was on the path. I went to move it out of the way, and I nearly touched the snake’s head thinking it was the end of a branch or something. When it moved (head and then body) we then realized it was a freaking huge snake. We were so scared that when we ran, we knocked over the TV and the rolling stand it was on, and destroyed it (pieces all over the path). Later on we heard about the snake being seen around the pond, and one night I ran over it when it was crossing the road near the community center/pool. I think I killed it with my Ford Escort.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Franklin Farm Ghosts Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I lived in franklin farms. During my 2 years
> there
> > our home had many occurrences. The bathroom
> light
> > fixture flew off the wall. Not straight down
> but
> > flew to the other side of the wall during a
> family
> > birthday party.
> >
> > I came home one night and heard a growl in my
> ear.
> > No one else was home. My daughter came flying
> down
> > the stairs in a panic one night. Our TV in the
> > bedroom kept going on and off. But what really
> got
> > her was when my wedding picture flew off the
> side
> > bedstand!
> >
> > My neighbor across the street was woken by a
> Civil
> > War solder standing at the foot of her bed. Her
> > daughter in law also saw this on a seperat
> > occation. From reserching the area framklin
> farms
> > was the scene of a Civil War battlefield.
>
>
> I have a close relative that lives in Herndon VA
> Franklin farm development on thorngate Dr. For
> years I've know the house haunted. My many visits
> to to house and I have also resided there for the
> last few years.
>
> My experience has been shared with other family
> member. First case once I was in the house alone
> about 19 years ago as I sat in the family room I
> hard loud and clear someone heavy footsteps come
> up out of the basement into the foyer and open the
> front door. I yelled out expecting a reply and no
> one did. I got up and search front door was
> locked. I was so scared I wanted to leave then and
> there. Second occurrence was I conversing with two
> relatives in the kicten and one the owner of the
> house and suddlenly a huge 30lb picture slammed
> from the dining room wall now the picture hung
> over a a credenza which had a lot of glassware,
> and wine decantors the huge picture was found by
> myself lying on the dining room floor flat on it's
> face between the dining table and the credenza not
> a single glass item broken. It was though
> something had slammed it down. I also witnessed a
> wedding picture hurl from a bookshelf mid air to
> the floor third event my child and her cousin
> witness a tall dark shadow floating from the
> upstairs to the living during a thanksgiving
> dinner prayer. At night I hear and see the hall
> light go out and also footsteps
I lived in Franklin Farm with my parents for about 10 years, right off Franklin Farm Road itself. My house was haunted per se, but we did have some unusual things that happened in our house, in our guest bed room. One time we heard strange sounds coming from that room, that would disappear into a small closet in there. Never found out what it was, but it was gone shortly after it started. It felt like there was always someone in the room, there was that warmth of presence in there always. (A nice family warmth). We filled that room with a lot of my grandparent’s furniture, so maybe it attracted them to that room in the house, I don’t know. We never really saw anything.
As for Franklin Farm itself, I used hear a lot of ghost stories around there, with people seeing strange things on the path. I myself saw a gigantic snake on the path there near the community center/pool near the front entrance of Franklin Farm off of West Ox Road. I was about 15 years old at the time and this snake had to have been about 40 plus feet long, and probably something like an anaconda or python because its head was about 2-3 times the size of my hand. A friend and I ran into this thing when we were moving a TV from my house to his on the paths, he lived over on Dower house road and I lived down at the last house on the side of Franklin Farm road just before the group of ponds. We ran into the snake when it was almost dark and I mistook it for some kind of strange log or tree limb that was on the path. I went to move it out of the way, and I nearly touched the snake’s head thinking it was the end of a branch or something. When it moved (head and then body) we then realized it was a freaking huge snake. We were so scared that when we ran, we knocked over the TV and the rolling stand it was on, and destroyed it (pieces all over the path). Later on we heard about the snake being seen around the pond, and one night I ran over it when it was crossing the road near the community center/pool. I think I killed it with my Ford Escort.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
restonites
()
Date: June 06, 2013 07:59AM
In about 1970 my cousin and I were driving to the town lake from Springfield where we lived. At that time the area around the lake was all that had any kind of houses that were close together. On the way we saw a mist that was approximately four feet high and three wide floating from out of the woods on one side of the road and it proceeded across the road to the woods on the other side of the road.
Neither one of us mentioned the episode until we were about five miles further down the road and then it was just to acknowledge that we each saw the same thing. We didn't speak of it again for years.
Neither one of us mentioned the episode until we were about five miles further down the road and then it was just to acknowledge that we each saw the same thing. We didn't speak of it again for years.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
believers
()
Date: June 06, 2013 08:00AM
Jessyness646 Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Helllllll yes I believe in ghosts. And by the way,
> just to point it out, don't they sometimes call
> the Holy Spirit the Holy Ghost? Anyway. I have
> lived in numerous haunted places where creepy
> things have happened and my mother and sister have
> seen ghosts. I actually saw a ghosts years ago, no
> lie, running around my friend's yard. We were all
> playin outside and we saw this guy running like
> dressed in prison garb, it was like a gray suit i
> think, and we start chasing this guy because ya
> know we were little and dumb and we're like why's
> this guy running around our yard? AND THEN HE
> DISAPPEARS. AND THEN HE REAPPEARED. It was freaky
> man, he just kept disappearing, and reappearing.
>
> Ok, maybe we were all hallucinating. I doubt it,
> but possibly. But Now I actually have a picture of
> a ghost. We took two pictures, or my sister did,
> of me sitting on my ex's lap and we were facing
> eachother, making funny faces, it was a mad funny
> picture. My cat was sitting between us. First
> picture, there's a couple red blurs, a small one
> to the right of us, a huge one to the left, and if
> you look at the one on the left, you can totally
> see it's the shape of a man wearing like 1800
> clothes with long hair and his fists clenched just
> staring down at us, and my cat is totally freaking
> out in this pic. Then, in the next pic, absolutely
> nothing, and my cat's like asleep. You'd have to
> see it to believe it, it's so detailed, it's
> creepy.
>
> Also, if you look up Norwich Hospital, in Norwich,
> Ct, there's some crazy ghost stories about that
> place too. So I went there and crawled through a
> window once, in the day because i'm a wuss, and it
> was just creepy. I didn't see a ghost, but I had
> this all around creepy bad feeling. Not even a
> scared feeling, just bad, like something bad had
> happened there or was going to. i had to get out,
> it was so freakin scary. But I totally believe in
> ghosts, all the way, I know they exist. I also
> used to hear them running around in my
> attic....and no it wasn't a racoon or something,
> way too big to be that....I KNOW they exist.
I was at a party by a pond at 10 pm when I decided to take a break with my sister on a gazibo on a pond. We hung out for a while when my sister needed to go back to the party to get something so I was by myself in the dark. I looked back to the path going towards the party to see if my sister was coming back and I saw a white figure walking on the path going towards the party. My sister came back and she asked if I saw it. She claimed she saw a woman dressed in all white. My sister tried to say hello but the woman wouldn't respond. I'm still kind of creeped out by it.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Helllllll yes I believe in ghosts. And by the way,
> just to point it out, don't they sometimes call
> the Holy Spirit the Holy Ghost? Anyway. I have
> lived in numerous haunted places where creepy
> things have happened and my mother and sister have
> seen ghosts. I actually saw a ghosts years ago, no
> lie, running around my friend's yard. We were all
> playin outside and we saw this guy running like
> dressed in prison garb, it was like a gray suit i
> think, and we start chasing this guy because ya
> know we were little and dumb and we're like why's
> this guy running around our yard? AND THEN HE
> DISAPPEARS. AND THEN HE REAPPEARED. It was freaky
> man, he just kept disappearing, and reappearing.
>
> Ok, maybe we were all hallucinating. I doubt it,
> but possibly. But Now I actually have a picture of
> a ghost. We took two pictures, or my sister did,
> of me sitting on my ex's lap and we were facing
> eachother, making funny faces, it was a mad funny
> picture. My cat was sitting between us. First
> picture, there's a couple red blurs, a small one
> to the right of us, a huge one to the left, and if
> you look at the one on the left, you can totally
> see it's the shape of a man wearing like 1800
> clothes with long hair and his fists clenched just
> staring down at us, and my cat is totally freaking
> out in this pic. Then, in the next pic, absolutely
> nothing, and my cat's like asleep. You'd have to
> see it to believe it, it's so detailed, it's
> creepy.
>
> Also, if you look up Norwich Hospital, in Norwich,
> Ct, there's some crazy ghost stories about that
> place too. So I went there and crawled through a
> window once, in the day because i'm a wuss, and it
> was just creepy. I didn't see a ghost, but I had
> this all around creepy bad feeling. Not even a
> scared feeling, just bad, like something bad had
> happened there or was going to. i had to get out,
> it was so freakin scary. But I totally believe in
> ghosts, all the way, I know they exist. I also
> used to hear them running around in my
> attic....and no it wasn't a racoon or something,
> way too big to be that....I KNOW they exist.
I was at a party by a pond at 10 pm when I decided to take a break with my sister on a gazibo on a pond. We hung out for a while when my sister needed to go back to the party to get something so I was by myself in the dark. I looked back to the path going towards the party to see if my sister was coming back and I saw a white figure walking on the path going towards the party. My sister came back and she asked if I saw it. She claimed she saw a woman dressed in all white. My sister tried to say hello but the woman wouldn't respond. I'm still kind of creeped out by it.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Hunters Woods
()
Date: June 06, 2013 08:21AM
Reston VA corner of Park glen court and north shore Dr. It's a dead end! There's nothing but a downward drop into the woods if you were to keep going. It was night time coming back home with my two of my friends and my younger brother.
I was driving at the end of N. Shore there's a culdesac and a Street light at the end of glen court. I was making u-turn at the end of N. Shore. The street light was blinking and no one was around as I made my turn to go back out a lady in a red dress appears out of nowhere on the corner of glen CT.
It happened so fast everyone in the car jumped and yelled. After I passed by I stopped the car turned my head and she was gone. I can't explain it I was in shock. No one got out of the car for another 15mins!.
Reston hunters woods area I have experienced many events over the years in my townhouse. I have had items disappear only to be found months later in the same spot they disappeared from. Lights blink for no reason appliances turn themselves on.
My neighbor has had similar experiences at her home. I have seen a ghostly woman in wearing 19th century clothes and a young African American girl attired similarly. My cat would sit for hours just staring at the same spot.
I was driving at the end of N. Shore there's a culdesac and a Street light at the end of glen court. I was making u-turn at the end of N. Shore. The street light was blinking and no one was around as I made my turn to go back out a lady in a red dress appears out of nowhere on the corner of glen CT.
It happened so fast everyone in the car jumped and yelled. After I passed by I stopped the car turned my head and she was gone. I can't explain it I was in shock. No one got out of the car for another 15mins!.
Reston hunters woods area I have experienced many events over the years in my townhouse. I have had items disappear only to be found months later in the same spot they disappeared from. Lights blink for no reason appliances turn themselves on.
My neighbor has had similar experiences at her home. I have seen a ghostly woman in wearing 19th century clothes and a young African American girl attired similarly. My cat would sit for hours just staring at the same spot.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Curious One
()
Date: June 06, 2013 08:23AM
Javier Wrote:
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> I am posting this for the janitor in my building.
> He claims that there is a ghost that talks to him
> and bangs on stuff in one of the empty offices.
> The ghost also turns lights on and he also can
> feel a presence when he enters the office.
> I went with him the other day and I too felt it
> and also got major goose bumps. He just wants to
> know what the ghost wants so he can help him. This
> is in the Fairbrook Drive building in Herndon.
Javier, what does the ghost say to the janitor? Does he see the ghost a lot?
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> I am posting this for the janitor in my building.
> He claims that there is a ghost that talks to him
> and bangs on stuff in one of the empty offices.
> The ghost also turns lights on and he also can
> feel a presence when he enters the office.
> I went with him the other day and I too felt it
> and also got major goose bumps. He just wants to
> know what the ghost wants so he can help him. This
> is in the Fairbrook Drive building in Herndon.
Javier, what does the ghost say to the janitor? Does he see the ghost a lot?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ruritan
()
Date: June 06, 2013 08:25AM
This didn't take place in Fairfax, but I thought everyone would like to to read it anyway!
The occurrence took place in Sterling, VA, Ruritan road.. The old spot where you go play bingo
and get some good ol' country food. Mmm. I lived right by it, 10 ft away. One night a summer night
I was out letting out some steam, I remember clearly that I was Indian position on the floor and I
was on a dirt one way road.
Very isolated area. When I saw a black slave woman with dirty old clothes on messed up hair and shackles.
She was just walking away down the road. Out of nowhere.. Like I just felt a overwhelming sadness and laid
back and cried. The second I closed my eyes she was gone and a big cold air blew and I just stood there stuck.
Shocked. I couldn't believe she was like right there for a good 45 seconds. In her 20s. I've worked in the
Ruritan and I've heard strange noises and my daughter running to me a few times. It was crazy.
The occurrence took place in Sterling, VA, Ruritan road.. The old spot where you go play bingo
and get some good ol' country food. Mmm. I lived right by it, 10 ft away. One night a summer night
I was out letting out some steam, I remember clearly that I was Indian position on the floor and I
was on a dirt one way road.
Very isolated area. When I saw a black slave woman with dirty old clothes on messed up hair and shackles.
She was just walking away down the road. Out of nowhere.. Like I just felt a overwhelming sadness and laid
back and cried. The second I closed my eyes she was gone and a big cold air blew and I just stood there stuck.
Shocked. I couldn't believe she was like right there for a good 45 seconds. In her 20s. I've worked in the
Ruritan and I've heard strange noises and my daughter running to me a few times. It was crazy.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Alex2013
()
Date: June 06, 2013 08:26AM
One day I was doing homework in my room on my desk with my back turned towards the door and my brother walks in and ask me if I want to go to the mall with him and mom. I say no and hear the door slam as they leave.
Someone (who I assumed was my brother) walked into my room and left quickly. I soon realized that my mom and brother had left and my dad was at work. I called my brother scared and he said he left a while ago and hadn't been home since.
It was so scary knowing someone I didn't know came into my room. Also one day I came home from school put a microwaveable soup in the microwave and took out a spoon from the cupboard. I distinctly remember closing the drawer.
I go change and come back and all the drawers a open perfectly half way, each and every one of them. Also on one occasion me and my brother both woke up ( we share a room and have bunk beds) at the exact same time in the middle of the night because we could feel someone in our room but our room was too dark to see anything and we were even afraid to talk to each other. .
Someone (who I assumed was my brother) walked into my room and left quickly. I soon realized that my mom and brother had left and my dad was at work. I called my brother scared and he said he left a while ago and hadn't been home since.
It was so scary knowing someone I didn't know came into my room. Also one day I came home from school put a microwaveable soup in the microwave and took out a spoon from the cupboard. I distinctly remember closing the drawer.
I go change and come back and all the drawers a open perfectly half way, each and every one of them. Also on one occasion me and my brother both woke up ( we share a room and have bunk beds) at the exact same time in the middle of the night because we could feel someone in our room but our room was too dark to see anything and we were even afraid to talk to each other. .
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
ghost of my neice
()
Date: June 06, 2013 08:29AM
It's been two weeks ago that my niece died and she has already been back to let me know she's alright. Because the light in my bedroom was flickering.
She smoked to because the next day I found a cigarette in the guest bedroom .
I asked the rest of my family did they put it there and they said no. Then the next day myself and one of my family members smelled cigarette smoke.
Than I went back to the guest bedroom to see if the cigarette was still there and it was gone .
She had come back to get her cigarette . She was such a beautiful person and a very special aura about her . I miss her so . I love you sweetie .
Where ever you are. Wish you were still here with me . You will always be my bff .
She smoked to because the next day I found a cigarette in the guest bedroom .
I asked the rest of my family did they put it there and they said no. Then the next day myself and one of my family members smelled cigarette smoke.
Than I went back to the guest bedroom to see if the cigarette was still there and it was gone .
She had come back to get her cigarette . She was such a beautiful person and a very special aura about her . I miss her so . I love you sweetie .
Where ever you are. Wish you were still here with me . You will always be my bff .
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
poltergeist
()
Date: June 06, 2013 08:29AM
We have a poltergeist that lives in our walk-in closet we have named matilda. She is so disruptive we have to be sure we shut the closet door each night - and do it faithfully to get some peaceful sleep.
Recently we were awakened when our cats were crying loudly at 2:00 am. We heard the cats but couldn't find them. After a search we found both cats were locked in the walk-in closet. We have no explanation how the cats got into the closet.
Recently we were awakened when our cats were crying loudly at 2:00 am. We heard the cats but couldn't find them. After a search we found both cats were locked in the walk-in closet. We have no explanation how the cats got into the closet.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Sugarland/Sterling
()
Date: June 06, 2013 08:31AM
Ruritan Wrote:
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> This didn't take place in Fairfax, but I thought
> everyone would like to to read it anyway!
>
> The occurrence took place in Sterling, VA, Ruritan
> road.. The old spot where you go play bingo
> and get some good ol' country food. Mmm. I lived
> right by it, 10 ft away. One night a summer night
> I was out letting out some steam, I remember
> clearly that I was Indian position on the floor
> and I
> was on a dirt one way road.
>
> Very isolated area. When I saw a black slave woman
> with dirty old clothes on messed up hair and
> shackles.
> She was just walking away down the road. Out of
> nowhere.. Like I just felt a overwhelming sadness
> and laid
> back and cried. The second I closed my eyes she
> was gone and a big cold air blew and I just stood
> there stuck.
> Shocked. I couldn't believe she was like right
> there for a good 45 seconds. In her 20s. I've
> worked in the
> Ruritan and I've heard strange noises and my
> daughter running to me a few times. It was crazy.
It was in the summer of last year . When I went for a walk on the walking path in sugarland in Sterling . I saw this girl standing by a tree she was crying and holding a suit case . Than as I got closer to her she walked up to me and said I'm running away from home .
I said I'm sorry to hear . I looked up the walking path to see where she went and she was gone. I asked someone that has lived here for many years . And they told me the little girl is nine years old she got mad at her parents .
And she was running away than she changed her mind and was headed back home and a drunk driver had hit her and killed her . I could tell she was a ghost she was pale and had the look of a nine year old back in the seventies.
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> This didn't take place in Fairfax, but I thought
> everyone would like to to read it anyway!
>
> The occurrence took place in Sterling, VA, Ruritan
> road.. The old spot where you go play bingo
> and get some good ol' country food. Mmm. I lived
> right by it, 10 ft away. One night a summer night
> I was out letting out some steam, I remember
> clearly that I was Indian position on the floor
> and I
> was on a dirt one way road.
>
> Very isolated area. When I saw a black slave woman
> with dirty old clothes on messed up hair and
> shackles.
> She was just walking away down the road. Out of
> nowhere.. Like I just felt a overwhelming sadness
> and laid
> back and cried. The second I closed my eyes she
> was gone and a big cold air blew and I just stood
> there stuck.
> Shocked. I couldn't believe she was like right
> there for a good 45 seconds. In her 20s. I've
> worked in the
> Ruritan and I've heard strange noises and my
> daughter running to me a few times. It was crazy.
It was in the summer of last year . When I went for a walk on the walking path in sugarland in Sterling . I saw this girl standing by a tree she was crying and holding a suit case . Than as I got closer to her she walked up to me and said I'm running away from home .
I said I'm sorry to hear . I looked up the walking path to see where she went and she was gone. I asked someone that has lived here for many years . And they told me the little girl is nine years old she got mad at her parents .
And she was running away than she changed her mind and was headed back home and a drunk driver had hit her and killed her . I could tell she was a ghost she was pale and had the look of a nine year old back in the seventies.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
store/sterling
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Date: June 06, 2013 09:30AM
In a store, a noise comes out from the room - a glass bottle on the floor. We, four people in the waiting
room, come inside to see who in there. But we don't see anyone or anything on the floor. One day, we see a
wax from a candle on the wall and the floor. At night before we go home, we turn off all light. But in the
morning, all lights are on. It is happening at Sterling area.
room, come inside to see who in there. But we don't see anyone or anything on the floor. One day, we see a
wax from a candle on the wall and the floor. At night before we go home, we turn off all light. But in the
morning, all lights are on. It is happening at Sterling area.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
creepy smoking man
()
Date: June 06, 2013 10:03AM
There's a story of a man that walks at night he wears a long black coat and he smokes a cigarette.
One night when my brother went out to the garage he said he saw a man walking up the street and he
was smoking a cigarette and he got two houses down from ours and he disappeared when I started asking
some people in the other neighborhoods someone told me that man got hit by a car many years ago he
was walking home that night and someone hit him so he's still trying to go home to this day. He's a
tall man about six foot tall because I've seen him too.
One night when my brother went out to the garage he said he saw a man walking up the street and he
was smoking a cigarette and he got two houses down from ours and he disappeared when I started asking
some people in the other neighborhoods someone told me that man got hit by a car many years ago he
was walking home that night and someone hit him so he's still trying to go home to this day. He's a
tall man about six foot tall because I've seen him too.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Haunted Virginia
()
Date: June 06, 2013 12:14PM
Virginia is supposed to be one of the most haunted states in the United States. Believe it or not but Virginia has all kinds of spooky paranormal things going on including a few ghosts and a vampire or two. If you take a few minutes to read the stories below you'll read all about the more famous ghost stories from all over the great state of Virginia.
Arlington Cemetery is supposed to be one of the most haunted locations in the state of Virginia. It is the Old Post Chapel at Arlington Cemetery that is supposed to be a hot bed of paranormal activity. Thousands of military men's funerals were held in the Old Post Chapel and it appears a few of them weren't quite ready for eternal rest. Soldiers on duty in and around the Old Post Chapel report that locked doors will be found open and open doors will be closed and locked. A woman crying loudly is often heard just inside the front of the chapel. A beautiful dark haired Spanish woman in black mourning clothes is often seen setting in the chapel but when she is approached she vanishes. Many soldiers on guard duty late at night have reported loud organ music coming from the locked Old Post Chapel. A small boy is quite often seen running through the chapel but he vanishes as quickly as he appears.
Over in Fairfax at the George Mason University there is a gazebo near the campus lake and a young man with water dripping off of him is quite often spotted in the gazebo. People who approach him say he is very sad looking and looks to be crying. There is said to also be water dripping off of him. It is reported that around 1920 that a young man did in fact leave a suicide note in the gazebo and then he drowned himself in the campus lake.
In Manassas Virginia their is a ghost called Lucy who is said to haunt the Old Town Inn and that she is both a playful spooky ghost and a ghoulish one also. It is said that she will appear to people at first as quite normal but then she will deteriorate right in front of people and look and smell like a rotting female corpse.
Colonial Williamsburg is supposedly a hot bed of paranormal activity with ghosts around every corner. Bacon's Castle is supposed to be Virginia's oldest home dating back to 1665 is home to several ghosts and plenty of mysteries. A ball of blue light is often spotted both inside and outside the house and it has been seen by many many people over the years. Some people have claimed the ball of blue light has been seen to roll across the yard , up the outside wall of the house and then it seems to perch at the highest point of the roof. A black woman's head is seen floating around the property with a white turban on. People quite often see it and freak slap out.
Items in the Bacon Castle are said to be quite often thrown around and books will be found thrown off shelf's and furniture over turned when the house is opened up in the morning. A ghost cat is said to live in the house. It is said to be a large yellow cat of around 20 pounds and its said that the cat will walk across the room , leap up on someones lap and vanish.
A horse and buggy is often heard riding up outside the house but no house and buggy is ever seen. The house has even been heard to neigh and its said you can hear the horses hoofs on the ground.
Arlington Cemetery is supposed to be one of the most haunted locations in the state of Virginia. It is the Old Post Chapel at Arlington Cemetery that is supposed to be a hot bed of paranormal activity. Thousands of military men's funerals were held in the Old Post Chapel and it appears a few of them weren't quite ready for eternal rest. Soldiers on duty in and around the Old Post Chapel report that locked doors will be found open and open doors will be closed and locked. A woman crying loudly is often heard just inside the front of the chapel. A beautiful dark haired Spanish woman in black mourning clothes is often seen setting in the chapel but when she is approached she vanishes. Many soldiers on guard duty late at night have reported loud organ music coming from the locked Old Post Chapel. A small boy is quite often seen running through the chapel but he vanishes as quickly as he appears.
Over in Fairfax at the George Mason University there is a gazebo near the campus lake and a young man with water dripping off of him is quite often spotted in the gazebo. People who approach him say he is very sad looking and looks to be crying. There is said to also be water dripping off of him. It is reported that around 1920 that a young man did in fact leave a suicide note in the gazebo and then he drowned himself in the campus lake.
In Manassas Virginia their is a ghost called Lucy who is said to haunt the Old Town Inn and that she is both a playful spooky ghost and a ghoulish one also. It is said that she will appear to people at first as quite normal but then she will deteriorate right in front of people and look and smell like a rotting female corpse.
Colonial Williamsburg is supposedly a hot bed of paranormal activity with ghosts around every corner. Bacon's Castle is supposed to be Virginia's oldest home dating back to 1665 is home to several ghosts and plenty of mysteries. A ball of blue light is often spotted both inside and outside the house and it has been seen by many many people over the years. Some people have claimed the ball of blue light has been seen to roll across the yard , up the outside wall of the house and then it seems to perch at the highest point of the roof. A black woman's head is seen floating around the property with a white turban on. People quite often see it and freak slap out.
Items in the Bacon Castle are said to be quite often thrown around and books will be found thrown off shelf's and furniture over turned when the house is opened up in the morning. A ghost cat is said to live in the house. It is said to be a large yellow cat of around 20 pounds and its said that the cat will walk across the room , leap up on someones lap and vanish.
A horse and buggy is often heard riding up outside the house but no house and buggy is ever seen. The house has even been heard to neigh and its said you can hear the horses hoofs on the ground.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
weasal
()
Date: June 06, 2013 02:07PM
I went to stay over at a friend’s place last year when his parents went out of town. There were 6 of us there and I was the only one who didn’t drink or smoke weed (strict teetotaller here)
Anyway, when we get there (new house) our friend informs us that the place is haunted and ‘freaky stuff’ had been happening. His parents even hired a few Hindu priests to exorcise the place with certain pujas and rituals to cleanse the place of unexplainable activity (even though his dad is a dyed in the wool atheist/rationalist with two PhDs, he still decided to cover all the bases when weird things began to happen).
At first the night was going well. We were having fun, the guys were slowly getting drunk and high, while I stayed sober. It only took a turn for the weird when we heard a noise and upon investigating, realized that someone locked my friend’s sister’s room while we were all sitting together in the hall.
The others were freaking out but I borrowed a set of keys to unlock the door and investigate by myself. Looked at every nook and cranny of the place and didn’t find anything suspicious. Called my friend in and he saw nothing was wrong either. We then decided to call the 4 other friends into the room.
When we returned a few seconds later, I shit you not, every goddamn shelf, drawer and cupboard in the room (even the ones too high to be reached unless you stand on a chair/are 7 feet tall) had been opened in the brief amount of time we stepped out of the room.
By now everyone was pretty terrified and high and having a bad trip, and they kept asking me for reassurance figuring that I should have a reasonable explanation (being the sober one). I don’t and we all go to my friend’s bedroom and decide to pass time by watching anime till the sun comes up.
As we were watching an episode of ‘Bleach’, one of my friends who was unfamiliar with the show asked ‘what’s the story about?’ before i casually said “oh, it’s about Gods of death who help souls cross over to the next world and..”
Before I could finish my sentence, all the taps in the bathroom switched on (the bathroom door was open and in our line of sight) and water gushed forth violently for a few seconds before it switched itself off.
Everyone freaked. We didn’t sleep a wink and went home at first light.
This is where the story ended but then a week later, when my friend’s family returns to town, his older sister (who is mentally challenged and is very child like) spends all day talking to herself in her room. He doesn’t let it bother him till she walks up to him and says “You had a party here with your friends when we were gone. You were drinking whiskey.”
When my friend freaked wondering who told her that, she just replied “My new friend. I was speaking to him in the room just now.”
Needless to stay, none of us stayed over there again.
Anyway, when we get there (new house) our friend informs us that the place is haunted and ‘freaky stuff’ had been happening. His parents even hired a few Hindu priests to exorcise the place with certain pujas and rituals to cleanse the place of unexplainable activity (even though his dad is a dyed in the wool atheist/rationalist with two PhDs, he still decided to cover all the bases when weird things began to happen).
At first the night was going well. We were having fun, the guys were slowly getting drunk and high, while I stayed sober. It only took a turn for the weird when we heard a noise and upon investigating, realized that someone locked my friend’s sister’s room while we were all sitting together in the hall.
The others were freaking out but I borrowed a set of keys to unlock the door and investigate by myself. Looked at every nook and cranny of the place and didn’t find anything suspicious. Called my friend in and he saw nothing was wrong either. We then decided to call the 4 other friends into the room.
When we returned a few seconds later, I shit you not, every goddamn shelf, drawer and cupboard in the room (even the ones too high to be reached unless you stand on a chair/are 7 feet tall) had been opened in the brief amount of time we stepped out of the room.
By now everyone was pretty terrified and high and having a bad trip, and they kept asking me for reassurance figuring that I should have a reasonable explanation (being the sober one). I don’t and we all go to my friend’s bedroom and decide to pass time by watching anime till the sun comes up.
As we were watching an episode of ‘Bleach’, one of my friends who was unfamiliar with the show asked ‘what’s the story about?’ before i casually said “oh, it’s about Gods of death who help souls cross over to the next world and..”
Before I could finish my sentence, all the taps in the bathroom switched on (the bathroom door was open and in our line of sight) and water gushed forth violently for a few seconds before it switched itself off.
Everyone freaked. We didn’t sleep a wink and went home at first light.
This is where the story ended but then a week later, when my friend’s family returns to town, his older sister (who is mentally challenged and is very child like) spends all day talking to herself in her room. He doesn’t let it bother him till she walks up to him and says “You had a party here with your friends when we were gone. You were drinking whiskey.”
When my friend freaked wondering who told her that, she just replied “My new friend. I was speaking to him in the room just now.”
Needless to stay, none of us stayed over there again.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Stories Told At Sea
()
Date: June 07, 2013 06:46AM
background, I am a warfare officer in the Australian Navy and I drive warships. The easiest way to describe my job is the person who pilots the ship for 4 hour shifts, and when the Captain walks onto the bridge, he often takes control of the ship off me, if he requests it. As such, I often have a team of about 3-4 on the bridge at any one time consisting of a helmsman (who physically drives and controls the engines on my behalf), a more senior ‘quarter master’ (QM…whose job is to make sure the admin of the bridge happens while i am busy navigating/talking to the operations room) and another junior warfare officer under training to learn my job, if we have a few of them onboard. ‘Watches’ are 4 hours long, with the usual rotation being 4 hours on, 8 hours off. As such, one of the +most bemoaned watch rosters is being the person who gets the afternoon (12-4pm)-graveyard shift (Midnight-4am), also known in Navy slang as the ‘Arvo and Guts Watch’. This watch is hated as it gives you the most broken sleep, as everyone onboard normally has to be up and about at 6:45am to start the day. I digress.
What this means, is that if you are unlucky enough to get the midnight-4am watch, you need to stay awake. Being up on the bridge of a warship, you need to have everything dark so as to not ruin your night vision out the windows and into the sea beyond. 80% of the ship is asleep, and I personally enjoy the quiet ‘downtime’. Weird conversations happen, and more often than not, people start talking about weird things that have happened to them. I will never forget the one night I was on a patrol boat in the middle of the Arafura Sea in northern Australia, and the story two of the sailors told me.
A patrol boat is smaller then normal warships, so I only had a helmsman on watch with me. We were hundreds of miles in the middle of the ocean, and were just having a coffee and a laugh while we sat in the dimly red-lit dark of the bridge, the muffled thrum of the ship’s engines, the sound of our bow cutting through the dark water and the muted static of our VHF radio scanning empty channels being the only sounds. Every now and then the wind would pick up and you’d hear the howl before it deposited a thin spray of salt water into our bridge windows. Hopefully I have set the scene and made you feel what it is like to be in the middle of nowhere late at night.
One of the senior engineers had wandered up to the bridge for a coffee and he was sitting on the stairs that led up to the upper deck from the bridge, and I had just finished telling my story about our old house to the sailor on the helm, who was a bit freaked out! The helmsman then told me his story….and needless to say, it in turn freaked me out. And I generally like a good ‘unexplained story’. His story really re-enforced my wariness of ouija boards/seances, as this was the prime factor behind the weirdness of the afore-mentioned house I lived in as a toddler. His story is as follows….
THE HOSPITAL SEANCE
To begin with, the sailor told me how before joining the Navy, he used to work as a wardsman at the Royal Brisbane Hospital in early 2001. He said it was a great place to work, with other young wardsmen for company, and as he put it ‘heaps of hot young nurses.’ A few of the girls were into seances and a few of them were living on the hospital grounds in accommodation while they did their internships. One of the girls suggested that one night they go into an abandoned ward and conduct a seance, because as anyone who works in a long-established hospital will tell you, they are normally hotbeds of weird activity. (My mother is a 30 year midwife and she has some things she said she can’t explain…like mothers reporting a ‘smiling, kindly old matron with a weird hat who came and checked on me in the middle of the night and patted my baby to sleep’…despite there only being 2 young nurses on that shift all night, but I again digress). Thinking it sounded like fun, he said yes, and a few nights later after work, a few of them (plus a few nurses he hadn’t met before) all went up to the disused ward and set up the ouija board.
He said they started the seance and the glass started to move as they had ‘apparently’ contacted a spirit. He scoffed and thought it was a joke, as the glass was moving randomly with everyone putting a finger on it. Of course he thought that the others were moving the glass. He said someone was given a pen and a paper and told to scribe anything that happened. Little did he know that their innocent night was about to get really weird…
Apparently someone asked this spirit, ‘What is your name?’ The glass moved and spelled out ‘N-I-G-E-L.’ They all laughed and someone else asked, ‘Are you Good or Evil?’ (I have goosebumps as I type this) and the glass moved over to ‘EVIL.’ Still scoffing, the sailor said some other questions were asked, but they got back a lot of jibberish. Suddenly, about 2 mins later he said the glass started going absolutely nuts, and some people started goetting uneasy. Despite this, it seemed to be following a pattern so someone told the guy scribing to write down what the glass was moving to. He got something like the following, and slowly it started making words. Apparently it read, ‘I-L-L-B-A-B-Y-C-A-S-S-I-K-I-L-L-B-A-B-Y-C-A…..’ After a few more repetitions the guy scribing went, ‘Kill baby Cassi…..oh, Cassi kill baby? What the hell does that mean??’ (I joke you not here when I tell you this, the sailor telling me the story said this screwed/disturbed him for quite a while) One of the girls in the circle turned pale, held her hand to her mouth and ran from the room sobbing hysterically, like a wailing cry of utter terror. He said one of the guys went ‘Haha what’s up with her?’.
One of the other nurses went outside to console her, and the story came back as such. The girl who ran outside confessed to the other girl that she had had a secret abortion 3 weeks prior after finding out she was pregnant. She told NO ONE about the abortion, not her parents, not even her own boyfriend. Her name? You guessed it, was Cassie. That pretty much wrapped up the night, and horrified, the rest of them finished the seance and swore never to do it again.
After he finished telling me this, I was pretty freaked out, but the other older sailor (he was in his 40s) just sat there and said nothing, and drank his coffee. Trying to lighten the mood, I said ‘that was a good story, but what about you Chief (his rank), surely you have a good one you have heard?’ I noticed he was looking really uncomfortable so being a great people manager/officer (lol), I decided to go for the jugular and shame him into telling it. ‘C’mon chief, tell us!’, I jibed. I probably should have left it there, but he decided to tell us. I don’t know if it was true or not, but in hindsight, judging how reluctant he was to tell the two of us, and how freaked out he looked when he told us, it’s inclined to make me think.
HIS STORY
To set it up, this guy was/is (as I mentioned) in his 40s. He’s been in the Navy for over 20 years working in the engine room as the Chief Engineering sailor, so he’s not a weak-willed guy prone to getting scared. From his posture, and the look on his face, I could tell he was really reluctant to tell his story. I’ve heard sailors tell stroies before (and I’ve heard some good ones) and you can tell when someone is pulling your leg. This guy was flat out scared. I almost felt bad that I tried to conjole the story out of him.
Anyway, his story started when he was 6. He said he was in Grade 2 of what some of you American readers would know as Elementary School. They had to make paper-maiche dolls for Mother’s Day, and he said he ended up making a clown marionette/puppet that was suspended on strings. He said his mother loved it immediately, and loved the fact that it was probably the first really creative thing he had made at school and prior that at kindergarden. She insisted he hang this doll off the curtain rail above his bed, as she loved seeing it hung up ion his room for ‘extra colour’.
Now being 6 years old, he said the novelty of having a clown puppet hanging over his head in bed at night started getting out of hand. After a year or so, he said he actually began to really resent the clown being there. He said he especially hated waking up in the middle of the night and seeing it leering down at him….after a while he started to realise that he hated the clown, and his imagination probably made it worse, as he felt like he was being ‘watched’ of a night time, or whenever he was in his room. He told his mother that he didn’t want it hung up above his bed anymore, but he said he could tell she really hurt by the diea of taking it down, as she really loved it being there. (I would have thought she should have hung it above HER bed, but I held my tongue!) One day, after freaking out in his sleep once too often, he took it down and threw it in the rubbish in the kitchen. He said he made sure he put some other rubbish on top of it so that his Mum wouldn’t find it. he went to bed early that night, and said he felt happy knowing it wasn’t above his head anymore on the curtain rod.
Next day he woke up to find the clown puppet back above his head. He said he cursed under his breath and thought that his Mum must have found it, gotten upset, and put it back in his room late that night/early that morning when he was sleeping. He decided not to say/ask anything about it of his mother, as he thought he’d get in trouble for trying to throw it out to begin with. A few weeks later he took it to the wheelie bin outside the house and threw it under some bottles and cans. He then placed a large bag of rubbish from the kitchen on top of it and wheeled the bin out for collection by the garbage men the next day. He woke up the next morning to find the bloody clown BACK above his head and hanging from the curtain rod.
As you can imagine he said he was upset by this point (and in real life, myself and the helmsman both realised that he was visibly shaken from telling us this) and he confronted his mother about it. He said to her, ‘Mum, why did you take that clown of the bin and put it back in my room?’ ‘James, what are you talking about? id you try and get rid of the doll? Why would you do that, you know how much that means to me, it was one of the first things you made!’ ‘Mum, I really don’t want it anymore, it scares me.’ ‘James that’s nonsense. It’s paper-maiche!’ He was upset, and assumed that his Mum was ‘onto him’ and had retrieved the doll from the rubbish.
He left it at that, but decided he would get rid of it once and for all a week later or so. One day when his Mum was out and his Dad was in the garage fixing the car, he took the puppet up the backyard and put it in the incinerator. (Australian readers will probably remember most people seemed to have one of these cicular brick areas in their backyards when they were younger for gardening/mulch etc) He said he lit the match and covered the doll in paper and dried grass. Afte ra few minutes, it was completely charred and had burned to ashes. Giddy with delight, he confessed to his mother what he had done later that day when she got home, confident in the fact that she now couldn’t do anything about it after the fact. He got grounded (and smacked!) for playing with fire, but he said his mother got over her dissappointment and moved on, with nothing more being said about it. Or so he thought.
That night he said he dreamed that he woke up, his bedroom door opened slowly, and that the clown, now on fire and in flames walked into his room and said to him, ‘You thought you could get rid of me didn’t you? Well one day you’re going to pay for what you did!’ He said he woke up screaming which brought his paretns running. He was crying but they assured him it was a bad dream. He quickly put it behind him, although he said his parents were quite concerned for a few days.
Years later, when he was 16 he had another dream. He dreamed (and now people, I can FEEL the goosebumps running up my legs!) the same clown doll walked into his room on fire and said ‘You thought I forgot didn’t you James? Well I haven’t forgotten, and trust me, one day you will pay.’ He woke up screaming again, and he told his mother about the dream. His grandmother, (who by his account was one of those hippie types who liked ‘alternate lifestyles’ etc) suggested that he see a clairvoyant/mystic/gypsy woman she knew for a card/palm reading. He thought it couldn’t hurt, and he went along and did it, despite his scepticism of such ‘rubbish’. He said the woman blanched a little when she read his cards and said ‘something or someone very bad wants to hurt you…have you offended anyone lately or in your life?’ He broke down and told her the story of the clown, and how it appeared in his dreams when he was younger and again when he was 16. She said to him ‘James, this is very bad. If you ever see that clown again, something terrible might happen and you need to be prepared.’ At this point we were quiet on the bridge. I was letting it all sink in, and I couldn’t help but notice that this sailor was shaking. I realised I shouldn’t have puhed him to tell the story, and that is was evidently something he was seriously scared of, and had been his entire life.
The helmsman, after a minute of silence blurted out what I had been thinking. ‘So Chief, have you seen it since?’. The Chief looked at us both and said ‘I have never seen it since, and I live in fear of the day that I end up dreaming I see it again.’
And that ladies and gentlemen, ended our few hours of telling stories. I went and pretended I was checking the radar and chart while the helmsman looked ahead and pretended to check the autopilot. The Chief finshed his coffee, came and looked over my shoulder at my nav-plan on the chart to see where we were, and bid us goodnight.
After the bridge door shut the helmsman and I looked at each other and uttered a rather prolonged, unified expletive. Whether it was true or not, it is the freakiest story I have ever heard. If he was pulling our leg, it was an Oscar award winning performance. The fact that he was so visibly shaken while telling it (his voice breaking at parts) led me to believe it probably wasn’t….if anything, it was real to him.
Another guy I was on watch with said he had a really freaky dream one night (wasn’t a true story, but his dream was freaky as hell) at sea. He said he dreamed he woke up in his bunk on the ship and no one was around. He dreamed he got dressed to go on watch, and all he could hear was the ship creaking and the dull sounds of waves outside the hull. He said he walked up to the bridge and found the ship on autopilot, with no one up there. Thinking it was weird, and hearing the creaking, he kept looking around. He said the worst part of the dream was that he opened a cargo hold in the lower part of the ship and found the whole ship’s company, some 56 people swinging by their necks from ropes hung from the roof of the hold, the creaking being the ropes swinging with the rock of the ship.
Weird. We laughed about it, but he said the dream freaked him out. Funny what the human mind can come up with while asleep!
What this means, is that if you are unlucky enough to get the midnight-4am watch, you need to stay awake. Being up on the bridge of a warship, you need to have everything dark so as to not ruin your night vision out the windows and into the sea beyond. 80% of the ship is asleep, and I personally enjoy the quiet ‘downtime’. Weird conversations happen, and more often than not, people start talking about weird things that have happened to them. I will never forget the one night I was on a patrol boat in the middle of the Arafura Sea in northern Australia, and the story two of the sailors told me.
A patrol boat is smaller then normal warships, so I only had a helmsman on watch with me. We were hundreds of miles in the middle of the ocean, and were just having a coffee and a laugh while we sat in the dimly red-lit dark of the bridge, the muffled thrum of the ship’s engines, the sound of our bow cutting through the dark water and the muted static of our VHF radio scanning empty channels being the only sounds. Every now and then the wind would pick up and you’d hear the howl before it deposited a thin spray of salt water into our bridge windows. Hopefully I have set the scene and made you feel what it is like to be in the middle of nowhere late at night.
One of the senior engineers had wandered up to the bridge for a coffee and he was sitting on the stairs that led up to the upper deck from the bridge, and I had just finished telling my story about our old house to the sailor on the helm, who was a bit freaked out! The helmsman then told me his story….and needless to say, it in turn freaked me out. And I generally like a good ‘unexplained story’. His story really re-enforced my wariness of ouija boards/seances, as this was the prime factor behind the weirdness of the afore-mentioned house I lived in as a toddler. His story is as follows….
THE HOSPITAL SEANCE
To begin with, the sailor told me how before joining the Navy, he used to work as a wardsman at the Royal Brisbane Hospital in early 2001. He said it was a great place to work, with other young wardsmen for company, and as he put it ‘heaps of hot young nurses.’ A few of the girls were into seances and a few of them were living on the hospital grounds in accommodation while they did their internships. One of the girls suggested that one night they go into an abandoned ward and conduct a seance, because as anyone who works in a long-established hospital will tell you, they are normally hotbeds of weird activity. (My mother is a 30 year midwife and she has some things she said she can’t explain…like mothers reporting a ‘smiling, kindly old matron with a weird hat who came and checked on me in the middle of the night and patted my baby to sleep’…despite there only being 2 young nurses on that shift all night, but I again digress). Thinking it sounded like fun, he said yes, and a few nights later after work, a few of them (plus a few nurses he hadn’t met before) all went up to the disused ward and set up the ouija board.
He said they started the seance and the glass started to move as they had ‘apparently’ contacted a spirit. He scoffed and thought it was a joke, as the glass was moving randomly with everyone putting a finger on it. Of course he thought that the others were moving the glass. He said someone was given a pen and a paper and told to scribe anything that happened. Little did he know that their innocent night was about to get really weird…
Apparently someone asked this spirit, ‘What is your name?’ The glass moved and spelled out ‘N-I-G-E-L.’ They all laughed and someone else asked, ‘Are you Good or Evil?’ (I have goosebumps as I type this) and the glass moved over to ‘EVIL.’ Still scoffing, the sailor said some other questions were asked, but they got back a lot of jibberish. Suddenly, about 2 mins later he said the glass started going absolutely nuts, and some people started goetting uneasy. Despite this, it seemed to be following a pattern so someone told the guy scribing to write down what the glass was moving to. He got something like the following, and slowly it started making words. Apparently it read, ‘I-L-L-B-A-B-Y-C-A-S-S-I-K-I-L-L-B-A-B-Y-C-A…..’ After a few more repetitions the guy scribing went, ‘Kill baby Cassi…..oh, Cassi kill baby? What the hell does that mean??’ (I joke you not here when I tell you this, the sailor telling me the story said this screwed/disturbed him for quite a while) One of the girls in the circle turned pale, held her hand to her mouth and ran from the room sobbing hysterically, like a wailing cry of utter terror. He said one of the guys went ‘Haha what’s up with her?’.
One of the other nurses went outside to console her, and the story came back as such. The girl who ran outside confessed to the other girl that she had had a secret abortion 3 weeks prior after finding out she was pregnant. She told NO ONE about the abortion, not her parents, not even her own boyfriend. Her name? You guessed it, was Cassie. That pretty much wrapped up the night, and horrified, the rest of them finished the seance and swore never to do it again.
After he finished telling me this, I was pretty freaked out, but the other older sailor (he was in his 40s) just sat there and said nothing, and drank his coffee. Trying to lighten the mood, I said ‘that was a good story, but what about you Chief (his rank), surely you have a good one you have heard?’ I noticed he was looking really uncomfortable so being a great people manager/officer (lol), I decided to go for the jugular and shame him into telling it. ‘C’mon chief, tell us!’, I jibed. I probably should have left it there, but he decided to tell us. I don’t know if it was true or not, but in hindsight, judging how reluctant he was to tell the two of us, and how freaked out he looked when he told us, it’s inclined to make me think.
HIS STORY
To set it up, this guy was/is (as I mentioned) in his 40s. He’s been in the Navy for over 20 years working in the engine room as the Chief Engineering sailor, so he’s not a weak-willed guy prone to getting scared. From his posture, and the look on his face, I could tell he was really reluctant to tell his story. I’ve heard sailors tell stroies before (and I’ve heard some good ones) and you can tell when someone is pulling your leg. This guy was flat out scared. I almost felt bad that I tried to conjole the story out of him.
Anyway, his story started when he was 6. He said he was in Grade 2 of what some of you American readers would know as Elementary School. They had to make paper-maiche dolls for Mother’s Day, and he said he ended up making a clown marionette/puppet that was suspended on strings. He said his mother loved it immediately, and loved the fact that it was probably the first really creative thing he had made at school and prior that at kindergarden. She insisted he hang this doll off the curtain rail above his bed, as she loved seeing it hung up ion his room for ‘extra colour’.
Now being 6 years old, he said the novelty of having a clown puppet hanging over his head in bed at night started getting out of hand. After a year or so, he said he actually began to really resent the clown being there. He said he especially hated waking up in the middle of the night and seeing it leering down at him….after a while he started to realise that he hated the clown, and his imagination probably made it worse, as he felt like he was being ‘watched’ of a night time, or whenever he was in his room. He told his mother that he didn’t want it hung up above his bed anymore, but he said he could tell she really hurt by the diea of taking it down, as she really loved it being there. (I would have thought she should have hung it above HER bed, but I held my tongue!) One day, after freaking out in his sleep once too often, he took it down and threw it in the rubbish in the kitchen. He said he made sure he put some other rubbish on top of it so that his Mum wouldn’t find it. he went to bed early that night, and said he felt happy knowing it wasn’t above his head anymore on the curtain rod.
Next day he woke up to find the clown puppet back above his head. He said he cursed under his breath and thought that his Mum must have found it, gotten upset, and put it back in his room late that night/early that morning when he was sleeping. He decided not to say/ask anything about it of his mother, as he thought he’d get in trouble for trying to throw it out to begin with. A few weeks later he took it to the wheelie bin outside the house and threw it under some bottles and cans. He then placed a large bag of rubbish from the kitchen on top of it and wheeled the bin out for collection by the garbage men the next day. He woke up the next morning to find the bloody clown BACK above his head and hanging from the curtain rod.
As you can imagine he said he was upset by this point (and in real life, myself and the helmsman both realised that he was visibly shaken from telling us this) and he confronted his mother about it. He said to her, ‘Mum, why did you take that clown of the bin and put it back in my room?’ ‘James, what are you talking about? id you try and get rid of the doll? Why would you do that, you know how much that means to me, it was one of the first things you made!’ ‘Mum, I really don’t want it anymore, it scares me.’ ‘James that’s nonsense. It’s paper-maiche!’ He was upset, and assumed that his Mum was ‘onto him’ and had retrieved the doll from the rubbish.
He left it at that, but decided he would get rid of it once and for all a week later or so. One day when his Mum was out and his Dad was in the garage fixing the car, he took the puppet up the backyard and put it in the incinerator. (Australian readers will probably remember most people seemed to have one of these cicular brick areas in their backyards when they were younger for gardening/mulch etc) He said he lit the match and covered the doll in paper and dried grass. Afte ra few minutes, it was completely charred and had burned to ashes. Giddy with delight, he confessed to his mother what he had done later that day when she got home, confident in the fact that she now couldn’t do anything about it after the fact. He got grounded (and smacked!) for playing with fire, but he said his mother got over her dissappointment and moved on, with nothing more being said about it. Or so he thought.
That night he said he dreamed that he woke up, his bedroom door opened slowly, and that the clown, now on fire and in flames walked into his room and said to him, ‘You thought you could get rid of me didn’t you? Well one day you’re going to pay for what you did!’ He said he woke up screaming which brought his paretns running. He was crying but they assured him it was a bad dream. He quickly put it behind him, although he said his parents were quite concerned for a few days.
Years later, when he was 16 he had another dream. He dreamed (and now people, I can FEEL the goosebumps running up my legs!) the same clown doll walked into his room on fire and said ‘You thought I forgot didn’t you James? Well I haven’t forgotten, and trust me, one day you will pay.’ He woke up screaming again, and he told his mother about the dream. His grandmother, (who by his account was one of those hippie types who liked ‘alternate lifestyles’ etc) suggested that he see a clairvoyant/mystic/gypsy woman she knew for a card/palm reading. He thought it couldn’t hurt, and he went along and did it, despite his scepticism of such ‘rubbish’. He said the woman blanched a little when she read his cards and said ‘something or someone very bad wants to hurt you…have you offended anyone lately or in your life?’ He broke down and told her the story of the clown, and how it appeared in his dreams when he was younger and again when he was 16. She said to him ‘James, this is very bad. If you ever see that clown again, something terrible might happen and you need to be prepared.’ At this point we were quiet on the bridge. I was letting it all sink in, and I couldn’t help but notice that this sailor was shaking. I realised I shouldn’t have puhed him to tell the story, and that is was evidently something he was seriously scared of, and had been his entire life.
The helmsman, after a minute of silence blurted out what I had been thinking. ‘So Chief, have you seen it since?’. The Chief looked at us both and said ‘I have never seen it since, and I live in fear of the day that I end up dreaming I see it again.’
And that ladies and gentlemen, ended our few hours of telling stories. I went and pretended I was checking the radar and chart while the helmsman looked ahead and pretended to check the autopilot. The Chief finshed his coffee, came and looked over my shoulder at my nav-plan on the chart to see where we were, and bid us goodnight.
After the bridge door shut the helmsman and I looked at each other and uttered a rather prolonged, unified expletive. Whether it was true or not, it is the freakiest story I have ever heard. If he was pulling our leg, it was an Oscar award winning performance. The fact that he was so visibly shaken while telling it (his voice breaking at parts) led me to believe it probably wasn’t….if anything, it was real to him.
Another guy I was on watch with said he had a really freaky dream one night (wasn’t a true story, but his dream was freaky as hell) at sea. He said he dreamed he woke up in his bunk on the ship and no one was around. He dreamed he got dressed to go on watch, and all he could hear was the ship creaking and the dull sounds of waves outside the hull. He said he walked up to the bridge and found the ship on autopilot, with no one up there. Thinking it was weird, and hearing the creaking, he kept looking around. He said the worst part of the dream was that he opened a cargo hold in the lower part of the ship and found the whole ship’s company, some 56 people swinging by their necks from ropes hung from the roof of the hold, the creaking being the ropes swinging with the rock of the ship.
Weird. We laughed about it, but he said the dream freaked him out. Funny what the human mind can come up with while asleep!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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Clifton native
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Date: June 07, 2013 07:03AM
One night I was babysitting a 2 y/o girl who was adopted from Russia. We were playing on her living room floor when she abruptly looked away from me, up and to her right. She stared into space for a few seconds and then smiled and said, “hi.” Thinking she was just being a kid, I said, “hi,” back to her, but she just looked back at me like, wtf? (clearly not talking to me) and then looked back to her right/up. She stared for another few seconds, and then looked back at me again, pointed to where she had been staring and said, “blood.”
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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planafuneral
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Date: June 07, 2013 07:21AM
A few years before I was born my brother Tom had some really scary stuff happen to him. This occurred in the late 1970s in the winter months. My father told me about this, and recently my brother confirmed it.
One night my mother and her friend were playing with a Ouija board when my father was out working. They were having a few drinks and just relaxing. They got spooked and put it away. No big deal.
About two nights later a ghost of a boy visited my brother demanding to be friends, scared the shit out my brother. The kid wouldn’t let up, sometimes he wouldn’t appear to my brother visually but only audibly. Well Tom tried ignoring him, and my parents though it was just your usual imaginary friend stuff. That was until the my brother started showing bruises, scratches, and clumps of his hair missing. He started wetting the bed, at age 8 and he’d never done it before. My mother would be out of the room and hear him having conversations with this ghost saying stuff like “leave me alone” and “I’m not your friend, go away” and my brother would be really insistent that this apparition should fuck off. Getting really kid angry at it.
Well one day my mother was cleaning his room and she saw a perfect noose hanging from his closet rail where you hang shirts. She was freaked out and demanded to know why Tom had made it. Tom said “I keep telling you mom, HE did it”. They moved out the next day. From that point on my brother never had a problem with the ghost again. A few years later after I was born my mom ran into somebody at an art class who knew who the original owners were. She explained that a murder suicide happened there in the 1950s a few years after it was built.
I forgot to say the freakiest part of all the noose was made with my brother’s own clothes! Can’t believe I forgot that part.
One night my mother and her friend were playing with a Ouija board when my father was out working. They were having a few drinks and just relaxing. They got spooked and put it away. No big deal.
About two nights later a ghost of a boy visited my brother demanding to be friends, scared the shit out my brother. The kid wouldn’t let up, sometimes he wouldn’t appear to my brother visually but only audibly. Well Tom tried ignoring him, and my parents though it was just your usual imaginary friend stuff. That was until the my brother started showing bruises, scratches, and clumps of his hair missing. He started wetting the bed, at age 8 and he’d never done it before. My mother would be out of the room and hear him having conversations with this ghost saying stuff like “leave me alone” and “I’m not your friend, go away” and my brother would be really insistent that this apparition should fuck off. Getting really kid angry at it.
Well one day my mother was cleaning his room and she saw a perfect noose hanging from his closet rail where you hang shirts. She was freaked out and demanded to know why Tom had made it. Tom said “I keep telling you mom, HE did it”. They moved out the next day. From that point on my brother never had a problem with the ghost again. A few years later after I was born my mom ran into somebody at an art class who knew who the original owners were. She explained that a murder suicide happened there in the 1950s a few years after it was built.
I forgot to say the freakiest part of all the noose was made with my brother’s own clothes! Can’t believe I forgot that part.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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is it James?
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Date: June 07, 2013 08:11AM
This is a pretty long story of the scariest thing that ever happened to me in my life, I hope you guys never have an experience as bad as mine.
I recently moved into a new house and now live alone. The house is near a small town, maybe 2 miles away. The house itself in the middle of a nicely wooded area in a smaller town, which is perfect for me, I love the serenity of the woods, being untainted by urban life. The idea of having a barn thrilled me, with all of the possibilities of what I could turn it into.
My parents recently gave me this house as a graduation gift. The house was given to them by my grandparents, which is strange because we didn’t live in this house growing up. In fact, my parents never mentioned it to me until I graduated college, admitting that they much preferred the city life over living in the middle of nowhere. My mother lived in the house briefly until she was around 7, when my grandparents decided to pack up and move one day. They never sold the house, they said there were too many memories and at the very least my parents could use it as a vacation home. They never did.
The house was in a slight state of disrepair, however I couldn’t care less. I was a homeowner! Mowing the lawn and clearing the branches was the easy part, the real work began within the house. Dusting old furniture, clearing cobwebs and throwing away old canned food. It took me about 2 weeks of cleaning until I decided it was sanitary enough to move into.
I decided to take a few weeks to just relax, I was tired of partying and I didn’t want to start searching for a job just yet. I spent my first day at the house hiking near the creek, fishing on a small pond and meeting folks in town. That night however I was restless, there was no tv and I didn’t have any books other than text books. I needed something to do after it got dark out, so I started exploring the house. In the attic to my surprise was filled with random furniture, toys and trinkets from my mothers childhood. I found baseballs cards, jump ropes, a little football helmet, action figures, a doll house, board games, ect. This was fascinating to me. I then found an antique dresser, which I found my mothers diary. Jackpot! I can read this at night until I fall asleep.
Not this night however, I was tired and decided to go to sleep in my new bedroom in my beautiful new house. Sleep came fast, however I was woken by creaking from the stairs and attic. This was to be expected living in an old house, I was sure I’d get used to it. The next day I decided to check out the barn, I’d decided to turn it into a hobby lounge where I could do woodworking or whatever my wavering enthusiasms desired. The barn was in fact in pristine condition, aside from a pile of cigarette butts in the corner and a musky smell which hung in the air. The smell was the only thing that bothered me, I am a nonsmoker I hate cigarettes, the stench they give off makes me want to vomit. There was a very unstable looking ladder leading up to the loft, which I decided not to use, the last thing I needed was to break my neck in the middle of nowhere. There didn’t appear to be anything up there aside from some hay creeping over the edge. After picking up the butts, I realized that I had more free time than I planned, since I assumed I would spend the day cleaning the barn.
I decided to explore the attic more, as I could not find my car keys to drive to town. Oddly enough I swore that I left them on the kitchen table next to my wallet, as this is what I have always done with any set of car keys I own. Asides from an old mirror and a pile of old cloths, I couldn’t find anything of much interest. As I left I noticed that there were less dolls than I had remembered, and I could swear one of them was not there before. Whatever, I decided to just read my mothers diary.
Lying in my bed I read through the diary, laughing at the entries of the diary. Several of them mentioned her older brother “James” throwing tantrums for no apparent reason, punching himself in the face or trying to fling his baseball bat into a tree. My mother must have had a very overactive imagination as a child, she had no siblings and grew up a single child.
I marked the page I was on and went downstairs to get a snack, growing more annoyed by the constant creaking in the attic. I decided to go to town the next morning and find someone who could fix it. Remembering I had lost my keys, I decided to retrace my steps so I could leave for town early in the morning.
The sun was beginning to set, a dull orange peaking over the horizon, so I decided to check the barn before it became to dark to see. I brought a flashlight just in case it did become too dark. I couldn’t find my keys, however I did find a few cigarette butts in the corner which I had apparently missed from earlier. I set down the flashlight and scooped them up and threw them away. After an unsuccessful search, I glanced up towards the loft and noticed there was a doll propped up against the wall. I could have sworn the doll was in the attic yesterday, so against my better judgment I climbed the rickety ladder to the loft. There was nothing up here aside from from an old hammer, the doll and a pile of hay. I picked up the doll and climbed down and walked towards my house. When I entered the front door I noticed my keys on the ground, only the car ignition key was mangled and bent.
Annoyed that I somehow must have stepped on the key to bend it, I decided to go to bed and walk to town in the morning. Before going to sleep I cracked open my mothers old diary to read. She was surprisingly articulate for a 7 year old, and I became so entranced by the story that the old house’s creaking no longer bothered me.
The diary’s entries became disturbing however. “James” began cutting himself in front of the family and starting fires, the story was becoming very morbid for a 7 year old’s imagination. The most disturbing entry, James had tried to kill my grandfather with a knife and ran off into the woods after stabbing him, my mother bearing witness to the entire scene. After returning from the hospital, James had not returned. Dead animals started appearing outside the front door and messages were being written on the house with blood. She wrote how her grandparents have been whispering among themselves for a week now and no longer allowing her out of the house alone. She also frequently wrote how much she missed James. The diary ended here, with no mention of when or why they moved, it just stopped.
My heart was racing, my pupils dilated and my heavy breathing silent. I didn’t want to stay here anymore, true or not the diary chilled me to the bone. I was aware of everything due to my adrenaline rush, the wind blowing outside and every little creak the house made. Wait, the house was no longer creaking, it was dead silent. I pushed my bed against the door barricading myself in the room. I moved my dresser in front of the window, knocking over my lamp and only light source. The blanket of darkness covered the room, the only source of light coming from the tiny keyhole in the door. Determined to stay awake until sunrise, I sat with my back against the wall next to the bed. The floor began creaking down the hallway, stopping right outside my door and then stopping. The light seeping in through the keyhole went dark, I tried to listen over the deafening sound of air entering and exiting my lungs, what was worse was my the constant thumping of blood entering and leaving my heart. A few minutes after soul crushing fear, light returned through the keyhole followed by more creaking. I refused to look through the keyhole to confirm my worst fear.
After what seemed like days, morning finally came. When light creeped around my dresser blocking the window, I moved it and waited until sunlight saturated the whole forest. Cautiously I moved my bed and bolted down the stairs outside. I didn’t need a car, I was going to run to town. I ran into the barn to quickly grab my heavy mag flashlight as a blunt weapon if I needed it. I plucked it from the pile of cigarettes it was hiding under and ran down the dirt path into town. I called my parents to come and pick me up from a greasy spoon diner, making sure to sit in a booth which was against a wall and not a window.
Aftermath: I did call the police who insisted they found nothing out of the ordinary and both my mother and grandparents deny any existence of a family member named James. I returned to the house, with several friends and my parents mind you, to retrieve my belongings, I was not living in this damned house. There were blank pages from the diary stacked nicely on the nightstand, however we couldn’t find the diary no matter how much we searched. My mother vehemently denied ever having one and scolded me for smoking in the barn and littering the ground with cigarette butts and having such an “active imagination”.
No, it’s all completely true. I decided it was already too long to include the after aftermath of the story, but there is more. I lived in a hotel for a while after the ordeal and a few days after it happened, I decided to drop by my parents house. I walked in on my mother and my grandparents having an explosive argument, while my father sat silently looking with his mouth gaping wide open. The argument, obviously ceased the second I walked in and they muttered something about the topic being politics. Not long after my mother admitted herself into a mental health hospital for a few weeks for “stress of losing money in the stock market”. She’s seemed different since her stay at the hospital, but it’s probably due to the heavy medication they put her on. She does see one for anxiety problems and recently moved to New York, she likes areas crowded with people. We don’t talk about what happened anymore.
The way I see it there are only three posibilities of what happened.
First is that I went psychotic and I bent my own keys, smoked all of the cigarettes and moved the dolls around. Then after a few days of my psychotic break, I decided to run to town and make up a story about what happened. I don’t believe this option at all, although I’d like to believe this one the most.
Second is that some ghost or spirit was trying to tell me its story. I don’t really believe this one at all either, a ghost smoking cigarettes? I don’t really believe in the supernatural like ghosts anyways, but I sure do believe in deranged maniacs.
Third is that the James really did exist, and was living in the barn/house. He bent my keys and was smoking, he was what walked down the hall and looked into my room through the keyhole. I guess my grandparents believed him to be gone when they gave me the house. I assume that what happened scared my mother for life and she doesn’t talk about it. I believe this 100%, but I refuse to go back to the house to confirm it.
I recently moved into a new house and now live alone. The house is near a small town, maybe 2 miles away. The house itself in the middle of a nicely wooded area in a smaller town, which is perfect for me, I love the serenity of the woods, being untainted by urban life. The idea of having a barn thrilled me, with all of the possibilities of what I could turn it into.
My parents recently gave me this house as a graduation gift. The house was given to them by my grandparents, which is strange because we didn’t live in this house growing up. In fact, my parents never mentioned it to me until I graduated college, admitting that they much preferred the city life over living in the middle of nowhere. My mother lived in the house briefly until she was around 7, when my grandparents decided to pack up and move one day. They never sold the house, they said there were too many memories and at the very least my parents could use it as a vacation home. They never did.
The house was in a slight state of disrepair, however I couldn’t care less. I was a homeowner! Mowing the lawn and clearing the branches was the easy part, the real work began within the house. Dusting old furniture, clearing cobwebs and throwing away old canned food. It took me about 2 weeks of cleaning until I decided it was sanitary enough to move into.
I decided to take a few weeks to just relax, I was tired of partying and I didn’t want to start searching for a job just yet. I spent my first day at the house hiking near the creek, fishing on a small pond and meeting folks in town. That night however I was restless, there was no tv and I didn’t have any books other than text books. I needed something to do after it got dark out, so I started exploring the house. In the attic to my surprise was filled with random furniture, toys and trinkets from my mothers childhood. I found baseballs cards, jump ropes, a little football helmet, action figures, a doll house, board games, ect. This was fascinating to me. I then found an antique dresser, which I found my mothers diary. Jackpot! I can read this at night until I fall asleep.
Not this night however, I was tired and decided to go to sleep in my new bedroom in my beautiful new house. Sleep came fast, however I was woken by creaking from the stairs and attic. This was to be expected living in an old house, I was sure I’d get used to it. The next day I decided to check out the barn, I’d decided to turn it into a hobby lounge where I could do woodworking or whatever my wavering enthusiasms desired. The barn was in fact in pristine condition, aside from a pile of cigarette butts in the corner and a musky smell which hung in the air. The smell was the only thing that bothered me, I am a nonsmoker I hate cigarettes, the stench they give off makes me want to vomit. There was a very unstable looking ladder leading up to the loft, which I decided not to use, the last thing I needed was to break my neck in the middle of nowhere. There didn’t appear to be anything up there aside from some hay creeping over the edge. After picking up the butts, I realized that I had more free time than I planned, since I assumed I would spend the day cleaning the barn.
I decided to explore the attic more, as I could not find my car keys to drive to town. Oddly enough I swore that I left them on the kitchen table next to my wallet, as this is what I have always done with any set of car keys I own. Asides from an old mirror and a pile of old cloths, I couldn’t find anything of much interest. As I left I noticed that there were less dolls than I had remembered, and I could swear one of them was not there before. Whatever, I decided to just read my mothers diary.
Lying in my bed I read through the diary, laughing at the entries of the diary. Several of them mentioned her older brother “James” throwing tantrums for no apparent reason, punching himself in the face or trying to fling his baseball bat into a tree. My mother must have had a very overactive imagination as a child, she had no siblings and grew up a single child.
I marked the page I was on and went downstairs to get a snack, growing more annoyed by the constant creaking in the attic. I decided to go to town the next morning and find someone who could fix it. Remembering I had lost my keys, I decided to retrace my steps so I could leave for town early in the morning.
The sun was beginning to set, a dull orange peaking over the horizon, so I decided to check the barn before it became to dark to see. I brought a flashlight just in case it did become too dark. I couldn’t find my keys, however I did find a few cigarette butts in the corner which I had apparently missed from earlier. I set down the flashlight and scooped them up and threw them away. After an unsuccessful search, I glanced up towards the loft and noticed there was a doll propped up against the wall. I could have sworn the doll was in the attic yesterday, so against my better judgment I climbed the rickety ladder to the loft. There was nothing up here aside from from an old hammer, the doll and a pile of hay. I picked up the doll and climbed down and walked towards my house. When I entered the front door I noticed my keys on the ground, only the car ignition key was mangled and bent.
Annoyed that I somehow must have stepped on the key to bend it, I decided to go to bed and walk to town in the morning. Before going to sleep I cracked open my mothers old diary to read. She was surprisingly articulate for a 7 year old, and I became so entranced by the story that the old house’s creaking no longer bothered me.
The diary’s entries became disturbing however. “James” began cutting himself in front of the family and starting fires, the story was becoming very morbid for a 7 year old’s imagination. The most disturbing entry, James had tried to kill my grandfather with a knife and ran off into the woods after stabbing him, my mother bearing witness to the entire scene. After returning from the hospital, James had not returned. Dead animals started appearing outside the front door and messages were being written on the house with blood. She wrote how her grandparents have been whispering among themselves for a week now and no longer allowing her out of the house alone. She also frequently wrote how much she missed James. The diary ended here, with no mention of when or why they moved, it just stopped.
My heart was racing, my pupils dilated and my heavy breathing silent. I didn’t want to stay here anymore, true or not the diary chilled me to the bone. I was aware of everything due to my adrenaline rush, the wind blowing outside and every little creak the house made. Wait, the house was no longer creaking, it was dead silent. I pushed my bed against the door barricading myself in the room. I moved my dresser in front of the window, knocking over my lamp and only light source. The blanket of darkness covered the room, the only source of light coming from the tiny keyhole in the door. Determined to stay awake until sunrise, I sat with my back against the wall next to the bed. The floor began creaking down the hallway, stopping right outside my door and then stopping. The light seeping in through the keyhole went dark, I tried to listen over the deafening sound of air entering and exiting my lungs, what was worse was my the constant thumping of blood entering and leaving my heart. A few minutes after soul crushing fear, light returned through the keyhole followed by more creaking. I refused to look through the keyhole to confirm my worst fear.
After what seemed like days, morning finally came. When light creeped around my dresser blocking the window, I moved it and waited until sunlight saturated the whole forest. Cautiously I moved my bed and bolted down the stairs outside. I didn’t need a car, I was going to run to town. I ran into the barn to quickly grab my heavy mag flashlight as a blunt weapon if I needed it. I plucked it from the pile of cigarettes it was hiding under and ran down the dirt path into town. I called my parents to come and pick me up from a greasy spoon diner, making sure to sit in a booth which was against a wall and not a window.
Aftermath: I did call the police who insisted they found nothing out of the ordinary and both my mother and grandparents deny any existence of a family member named James. I returned to the house, with several friends and my parents mind you, to retrieve my belongings, I was not living in this damned house. There were blank pages from the diary stacked nicely on the nightstand, however we couldn’t find the diary no matter how much we searched. My mother vehemently denied ever having one and scolded me for smoking in the barn and littering the ground with cigarette butts and having such an “active imagination”.
No, it’s all completely true. I decided it was already too long to include the after aftermath of the story, but there is more. I lived in a hotel for a while after the ordeal and a few days after it happened, I decided to drop by my parents house. I walked in on my mother and my grandparents having an explosive argument, while my father sat silently looking with his mouth gaping wide open. The argument, obviously ceased the second I walked in and they muttered something about the topic being politics. Not long after my mother admitted herself into a mental health hospital for a few weeks for “stress of losing money in the stock market”. She’s seemed different since her stay at the hospital, but it’s probably due to the heavy medication they put her on. She does see one for anxiety problems and recently moved to New York, she likes areas crowded with people. We don’t talk about what happened anymore.
The way I see it there are only three posibilities of what happened.
First is that I went psychotic and I bent my own keys, smoked all of the cigarettes and moved the dolls around. Then after a few days of my psychotic break, I decided to run to town and make up a story about what happened. I don’t believe this option at all, although I’d like to believe this one the most.
Second is that some ghost or spirit was trying to tell me its story. I don’t really believe this one at all either, a ghost smoking cigarettes? I don’t really believe in the supernatural like ghosts anyways, but I sure do believe in deranged maniacs.
Third is that the James really did exist, and was living in the barn/house. He bent my keys and was smoking, he was what walked down the hall and looked into my room through the keyhole. I guess my grandparents believed him to be gone when they gave me the house. I assume that what happened scared my mother for life and she doesn’t talk about it. I believe this 100%, but I refuse to go back to the house to confirm it.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
pecan groves ghost
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Date: June 07, 2013 10:05AM
Long story, but this really did happen.
When I was a kid I lived in a town with a lot of pecan groves on the outskirts of town. Weird things would happen down in those groves – people would get killed, go missing, get lost, see weird stuff, etc. I always thought the stories were a bunch of b.s. and didn’t pay much attention. I went to school in the city and didn’t have much occasion to even go to the groves very much.
Later in life I made friends with some people who had gone to elementary school at a school that was right next to some of the groves. They claimed that when they were on the playground, they would occasionally see this weird guy in a long coat, dark hat and dark glasses watching them from the groves. He would never come to the fence or talk, and they would see him and then the next time they looked over he would be gone. Again, I thought this was all b.s. and that they were either making it all up, or this guy was some old pedophile that hung around the school, and they should have told their parents or teachers about it, not made up a bunch of stupid crap about an evil spirit or whatever.
Then, one night when we were in high school, we were coming back from a party at the river. Getting home necessitated driving through the pecan groves close to the elementary school my friends had attended. The party had sucked and we hadn’t even been drinking. We’re being teenagers, screwing around, laughing, not watching the road, etc. All of a sudden out of nowhere, a guy is standing in the middle of the road about 20 feet away from the car. There’s no way we’ll be able to stop in time and not hit him. My friend who was driving stands on the brakes and we come to a screeching halt. There’s no way we haven’t hit this guy, yet we don’t hear an impact and we don’t see him in the road anymore. The girl in the passenger seat gets out of the car to look in the road. At about that same time, the girl sitting next to me in the backseat starts freaking out and screaming about how we have to get out of there. I look out her window and there was the guy, standing in the trees on the side of the road. We booked it out of there as fast as we could.
I never drove in the groves at night again, and years later none of us can really even talk about this story without getting totally creeped out. I never believed much in ghosts before that, but I do now.
When I was a kid I lived in a town with a lot of pecan groves on the outskirts of town. Weird things would happen down in those groves – people would get killed, go missing, get lost, see weird stuff, etc. I always thought the stories were a bunch of b.s. and didn’t pay much attention. I went to school in the city and didn’t have much occasion to even go to the groves very much.
Later in life I made friends with some people who had gone to elementary school at a school that was right next to some of the groves. They claimed that when they were on the playground, they would occasionally see this weird guy in a long coat, dark hat and dark glasses watching them from the groves. He would never come to the fence or talk, and they would see him and then the next time they looked over he would be gone. Again, I thought this was all b.s. and that they were either making it all up, or this guy was some old pedophile that hung around the school, and they should have told their parents or teachers about it, not made up a bunch of stupid crap about an evil spirit or whatever.
Then, one night when we were in high school, we were coming back from a party at the river. Getting home necessitated driving through the pecan groves close to the elementary school my friends had attended. The party had sucked and we hadn’t even been drinking. We’re being teenagers, screwing around, laughing, not watching the road, etc. All of a sudden out of nowhere, a guy is standing in the middle of the road about 20 feet away from the car. There’s no way we’ll be able to stop in time and not hit him. My friend who was driving stands on the brakes and we come to a screeching halt. There’s no way we haven’t hit this guy, yet we don’t hear an impact and we don’t see him in the road anymore. The girl in the passenger seat gets out of the car to look in the road. At about that same time, the girl sitting next to me in the backseat starts freaking out and screaming about how we have to get out of there. I look out her window and there was the guy, standing in the trees on the side of the road. We booked it out of there as fast as we could.
I never drove in the groves at night again, and years later none of us can really even talk about this story without getting totally creeped out. I never believed much in ghosts before that, but I do now.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Backward-leg-man
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Date: June 07, 2013 11:02AM
Our house is pretty old, and it was formerly a pig slaughter house. When we renovated it when found six doors, no windows aside from the ones we have. It’s a small, one floor house with an unfinished basement. I have grown up in the house, and I’ve had my share of weird ass shit happen. Typically your normal ghosty business: items misplaced, strange noises, voices, doors opening, etc. Our basement was never the creepy part though, it was the hallway leading to my bedroom. I hate that fucking hallway. It’s a straight shot, teen feet deep from the kitchen, I suppose. Nothing to bat an eye at. But I’ve always been terrified of it.
I was probably twelve or thirteen, still in middle school. At the time I had a desktop computer that I was ALWAYS on. I spent hours on it, constantly. I was up until four on it, then got up at seven for school, etc. One night I noticed I kept hearing weird noises in my hallway. Like stomping, I guess, but not loud. My door handle jiggled a bit, but nothing too creepy ( for me, anywho ). I assumed it was my dad or something. After a while I had to pee so I got up and opened the door, silence. Okay, cool. Whatever. I flipped on the hall light and went to the bathroom. After I was done I opened the door and looked into the kitchen. Our kitchen is really small with a island-table in the middle of it. Behind that I saw a figure there. I thought maybe it was my mom crouched down picking something up, so without thinking I call out to her.
No answer. Now I’m a little on edge, so I say ‘Mom?’ again a little louder. The figure shifted and came into the light of our security light shining through the window. It wasn’t my mom. It was a figure on all fours. His elbows were bent backwards, and his legs looks backwards too. He didn’t have hands, but feet. He didn’t have a face that I can remember, I just see it as a blur in my mind’s eye. I was terrified, but I was stuck. I couldn’t move. He moved towards me slowly and suddenly there was this noise to my left. Before I could turn to look at it I was pushed back into the bathroom and the door slammed shut. Instantly I heard my parents door open and I jumped out of the bathroom. Every single light was on in our house, including the basement and garage.
I’ve never been able to explain it. I’ve tried to pull it off as too much caffeine, not enough sleep. Could a power surge have turned on the lights? But… The flashlights were on too. That was the strange part. My dad, a huge skeptic, refuses to talk about it and blames it on me as a prank.
Another weird happening was just a month ago I was home from college and I had JUST gone to bed. I instantly heard some weird noises and I muted my TV. Suddenly my door slammed, like something had lunged against it. I didn’t go outside at all that night, nor did I sleep. In the morning I found a huge scratch on it. We do have a dog, but I give you my word that that scratch was not there before that night. Our dog knows better than to do that. She has never jumped up on a door before.
PIC – Of the scratches that I took and sent to my friend the morning it happened. I talked to my mom about it, and she said she has no idea what could have done that. We tried to think of a time we might have scratched it while carrying the vacuum or something, but nothing came up. My mom has mentioned seeing some things, but not nearly what I have experienced. She thinks it’s just the old house playing tricks… But I don’t think that’s it at all.
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I was probably twelve or thirteen, still in middle school. At the time I had a desktop computer that I was ALWAYS on. I spent hours on it, constantly. I was up until four on it, then got up at seven for school, etc. One night I noticed I kept hearing weird noises in my hallway. Like stomping, I guess, but not loud. My door handle jiggled a bit, but nothing too creepy ( for me, anywho ). I assumed it was my dad or something. After a while I had to pee so I got up and opened the door, silence. Okay, cool. Whatever. I flipped on the hall light and went to the bathroom. After I was done I opened the door and looked into the kitchen. Our kitchen is really small with a island-table in the middle of it. Behind that I saw a figure there. I thought maybe it was my mom crouched down picking something up, so without thinking I call out to her.
No answer. Now I’m a little on edge, so I say ‘Mom?’ again a little louder. The figure shifted and came into the light of our security light shining through the window. It wasn’t my mom. It was a figure on all fours. His elbows were bent backwards, and his legs looks backwards too. He didn’t have hands, but feet. He didn’t have a face that I can remember, I just see it as a blur in my mind’s eye. I was terrified, but I was stuck. I couldn’t move. He moved towards me slowly and suddenly there was this noise to my left. Before I could turn to look at it I was pushed back into the bathroom and the door slammed shut. Instantly I heard my parents door open and I jumped out of the bathroom. Every single light was on in our house, including the basement and garage.
I’ve never been able to explain it. I’ve tried to pull it off as too much caffeine, not enough sleep. Could a power surge have turned on the lights? But… The flashlights were on too. That was the strange part. My dad, a huge skeptic, refuses to talk about it and blames it on me as a prank.
Another weird happening was just a month ago I was home from college and I had JUST gone to bed. I instantly heard some weird noises and I muted my TV. Suddenly my door slammed, like something had lunged against it. I didn’t go outside at all that night, nor did I sleep. In the morning I found a huge scratch on it. We do have a dog, but I give you my word that that scratch was not there before that night. Our dog knows better than to do that. She has never jumped up on a door before.
PIC – Of the scratches that I took and sent to my friend the morning it happened. I talked to my mom about it, and she said she has no idea what could have done that. We tried to think of a time we might have scratched it while carrying the vacuum or something, but nothing came up. My mom has mentioned seeing some things, but not nearly what I have experienced. She thinks it’s just the old house playing tricks… But I don’t think that’s it at all.
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Posted by:
There’s a man in the room
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Date: June 07, 2013 01:24PM
Not my house…but somewhere I was sleeping. Hopefully you’ll forgive the length.
We were traveling from western Kentucky to Florida for vacation. After a long day of driving, we ate waffles and other breakfast miscellany at one of those all-night-breakfast places and were looking for somewhere to sleep for the night, but everywhere was full.
When we finally saw a hotel lacking a lit-up “No Vacancy” Sign, it was a Days Inn in Dothan Alabama. I needed to stretch my legs, and my Game Gear had died, so I went into the front office with my dad to get the room.
The woman, tired and barely contained by her hotel employee’s uniform, told us “We’re all booked up.” But her coworker said something like, “What about 229?” and she paused for a second, looked at me, and then at my dad and said, “Well yeah, I guess you could take 229. Would you like 229?”.
“Well yeah..why not? Sure”. And so began the strangest night I’ve ever experienced.
We settled in for bed almost instantly. My brother and I in one, my parents in the other. Something seemed off about the room, but we were too tired to care.
At around 2:30 in the morning I woke up to my mom screaming, and my dad sitting straight up in bed.
“There’s a man in the room! HEY, HEY. Who are you? What are you doing in here?“
We all woke up, and there was this dark figure of a large man in the room, standing over my parents bed. My brother dove for the lightswitch and the room came into this sudden, quiet focus.
I remember thinking later about what might be a more appropriate or effective thing to say when you’re encountered by a large dark figure standing at the foot of your bed. But in the moment, nothing was there. Just a shitty TV, a mini fridge, and a mirror.
We all sat there for a moment trying to figure out what just happened. My dad said, “We’re leaving.” And we were back on the road as fast as we fell asleep.
Later on, my parents discussed it. My mother apparently only saw a man. My father also saw a man and a dog. I just remember seeing shapes. We scoured the internet to see if anything weird had happened in the hotel that year. I even tried calling the hotel years later, but it had since gone under new management. From time to time we always wonder what happened in that room.
We were traveling from western Kentucky to Florida for vacation. After a long day of driving, we ate waffles and other breakfast miscellany at one of those all-night-breakfast places and were looking for somewhere to sleep for the night, but everywhere was full.
When we finally saw a hotel lacking a lit-up “No Vacancy” Sign, it was a Days Inn in Dothan Alabama. I needed to stretch my legs, and my Game Gear had died, so I went into the front office with my dad to get the room.
The woman, tired and barely contained by her hotel employee’s uniform, told us “We’re all booked up.” But her coworker said something like, “What about 229?” and she paused for a second, looked at me, and then at my dad and said, “Well yeah, I guess you could take 229. Would you like 229?”.
“Well yeah..why not? Sure”. And so began the strangest night I’ve ever experienced.
We settled in for bed almost instantly. My brother and I in one, my parents in the other. Something seemed off about the room, but we were too tired to care.
At around 2:30 in the morning I woke up to my mom screaming, and my dad sitting straight up in bed.
“There’s a man in the room! HEY, HEY. Who are you? What are you doing in here?“
We all woke up, and there was this dark figure of a large man in the room, standing over my parents bed. My brother dove for the lightswitch and the room came into this sudden, quiet focus.
I remember thinking later about what might be a more appropriate or effective thing to say when you’re encountered by a large dark figure standing at the foot of your bed. But in the moment, nothing was there. Just a shitty TV, a mini fridge, and a mirror.
We all sat there for a moment trying to figure out what just happened. My dad said, “We’re leaving.” And we were back on the road as fast as we fell asleep.
Later on, my parents discussed it. My mother apparently only saw a man. My father also saw a man and a dog. I just remember seeing shapes. We scoured the internet to see if anything weird had happened in the hotel that year. I even tried calling the hotel years later, but it had since gone under new management. From time to time we always wonder what happened in that room.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Numbers
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Date: June 07, 2013 05:06PM
Those who know the legend of Old Greg, don't go out on Burke Lake at night.
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Posted by:
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Date: June 08, 2013 07:58AM
Being a native Virginian in Civil War country, I have been lucky to have a few encounters and this is my favourite.
It was the fall of 1988; I was driving in the northern part of Fauquier County Virginia approx. 45 minutes outside of Upper vile. I was in a very remote area where the hills rolled gently and there were no homes, barns, fences, riding trails or other motorist. I was really enjoying the scenery when I drove around a curve and there on the left side of the road about half a mile ahead was a horse with a rider. This is pretty common in Fauquier County but this was a bit different. Again, I was in the middle of nowhere. Once I drove closer to the horse and rider, I noticed what the gentleman was wearing, a full Confederate uniform with sleeve markings indicating a high rank officer. His uniform consisted of the grey in colour pants, jacket, and full belt dressing with sword, a side arm, black hat, riding gloves and riding boots. As I drove past slowly, I waved and he tilted his hat. I will never forget the expression on his face. It was one of confusion and interest.
Being a Civil War enthusiast, I was very surprised and enjoyed the sight. This person and his horse seemed as real as I am. I could not understand why someone would be dressed in this fashion in the middle of nowhere. He appeared to be dirty enough for me to notice from about 20 feet away. His beard looked unkept and his hair was longer than the hat would cover. That's when I decided it must be a ghost. This is the only thing that is logical to me. Once I found a place to make a u-turn, I drove back and there was no trace of the person.
Please give me your opinions and views on this sighting. This occurred in the middle of the week, my day off at the time was Wednesday. Weather was cool and clear.
It was the fall of 1988; I was driving in the northern part of Fauquier County Virginia approx. 45 minutes outside of Upper vile. I was in a very remote area where the hills rolled gently and there were no homes, barns, fences, riding trails or other motorist. I was really enjoying the scenery when I drove around a curve and there on the left side of the road about half a mile ahead was a horse with a rider. This is pretty common in Fauquier County but this was a bit different. Again, I was in the middle of nowhere. Once I drove closer to the horse and rider, I noticed what the gentleman was wearing, a full Confederate uniform with sleeve markings indicating a high rank officer. His uniform consisted of the grey in colour pants, jacket, and full belt dressing with sword, a side arm, black hat, riding gloves and riding boots. As I drove past slowly, I waved and he tilted his hat. I will never forget the expression on his face. It was one of confusion and interest.
Being a Civil War enthusiast, I was very surprised and enjoyed the sight. This person and his horse seemed as real as I am. I could not understand why someone would be dressed in this fashion in the middle of nowhere. He appeared to be dirty enough for me to notice from about 20 feet away. His beard looked unkept and his hair was longer than the hat would cover. That's when I decided it must be a ghost. This is the only thing that is logical to me. Once I found a place to make a u-turn, I drove back and there was no trace of the person.
Please give me your opinions and views on this sighting. This occurred in the middle of the week, my day off at the time was Wednesday. Weather was cool and clear.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Troubled Life
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Date: June 08, 2013 08:28PM
This probably not the place for this, but for the past few weeks, I've been going through some very strange events. I think there is a ghost or demon attached to me or something. Whatever it is, I know it's following me. Two or three weeks ago, my mom saw a shadow person in our house. Then, her cross was thrown across the room towards her. It almost hit her. We have seen other objects moving without either one of us touching them. I have heard people talking when there was nobody around.
It's hard to talk about, but my mom was even choked by whatever was/is in our house. At that point I tried to get in my room which locked on the side I was already on. I could not unlock the door no matter how hard I tried. I have had screwdrivers, glass, and other objects thrown at me. I don't even know what threw them at me. I have noticed that five of our pets have died in freak accidents in the past year. I have had my hair pulled by someone that wasn't even there.
A couple of days ago, I was taking pictures of myself hoping to catch someone else in the pictures. I succeeded in two pictures. In one, I caught what appears to be an old Native American man behind me. In the other one, I caught what is definitely a little boy straight behind me, looking at me.
Also, when I was very little my sister and I saw what we believe to be a demon coming up out of the floor tile. I think that is the demon that is after me. I have seen things nobody should ever have to see. In elementary school, I happened to look up at the ceiling and saw a dog hanging there. I looked again, it was gone. One day, I was sitting on a swing and I felt something like a cold chain wrap around my neck. I turned to see who was trying to choke me. There was no one there. I also saw a boy covered in blood and I noticed he had a knife wound. He even told me his name. I assure you, all this stuff really happened.
I think tomorrow I am heading off to church and pray this all ends soon.
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It's hard to talk about, but my mom was even choked by whatever was/is in our house. At that point I tried to get in my room which locked on the side I was already on. I could not unlock the door no matter how hard I tried. I have had screwdrivers, glass, and other objects thrown at me. I don't even know what threw them at me. I have noticed that five of our pets have died in freak accidents in the past year. I have had my hair pulled by someone that wasn't even there.
A couple of days ago, I was taking pictures of myself hoping to catch someone else in the pictures. I succeeded in two pictures. In one, I caught what appears to be an old Native American man behind me. In the other one, I caught what is definitely a little boy straight behind me, looking at me.
Also, when I was very little my sister and I saw what we believe to be a demon coming up out of the floor tile. I think that is the demon that is after me. I have seen things nobody should ever have to see. In elementary school, I happened to look up at the ceiling and saw a dog hanging there. I looked again, it was gone. One day, I was sitting on a swing and I felt something like a cold chain wrap around my neck. I turned to see who was trying to choke me. There was no one there. I also saw a boy covered in blood and I noticed he had a knife wound. He even told me his name. I assure you, all this stuff really happened.
I think tomorrow I am heading off to church and pray this all ends soon.
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Posted by:
Mystery Inc.
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Date: June 08, 2013 08:35PM
Troubled Life Wrote:
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> This probably not the place for this, but for the
> past few weeks, I've been going through some very
> strange events. I think there is a ghost or demon
> attached to me or something. Whatever it is, I
> know it's following me. Two or three weeks ago, my
> mom saw a shadow person in our house. Then, her
> cross was thrown across the room towards her. It
> almost hit her. We have seen other objects moving
> without either one of us touching them. I have
> heard people talking when there was nobody around.
>
>
> It's hard to talk about, but my mom was even
> choked by whatever was/is in our house. At that
> point I tried to get in my room which locked on
> the side I was already on. I could not unlock the
> door no matter how hard I tried. I have had
> screwdrivers, glass, and other objects thrown at
> me. I don't even know what threw them at me. I
> have noticed that five of our pets have died in
> freak accidents in the past year. I have had my
> hair pulled by someone that wasn't even there.
>
> A couple of days ago, I was taking pictures of
> myself hoping to catch someone else in the
> pictures. I succeeded in two pictures. In one, I
> caught what appears to be an old Native American
> man behind me. In the other one, I caught what is
> definitely a little boy straight behind me,
> looking at me.
>
> Also, when I was very little my sister and I saw
> what we believe to be a demon coming up out of the
> floor tile. I think that is the demon that is
> after me. I have seen things nobody should ever
> have to see. In elementary school, I happened to
> look up at the ceiling and saw a dog hanging
> there. I looked again, it was gone. One day, I was
> sitting on a swing and I felt something like a
> cold chain wrap around my neck. I turned to see
> who was trying to choke me. There was no one
> there. I also saw a boy covered in blood and I
> noticed he had a knife wound. He even told me his
> name. I assure you, all this stuff really
> happened.
>
> I think tomorrow I am heading off to church and
> pray this all ends soon.
I see a few other faces that are not circled in the first picture. One is lower and to the left of the circled one, then the other one is over your right shoulder, (the left hand side of the picture).
Have you tried any means of expelling them before?
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> This probably not the place for this, but for the
> past few weeks, I've been going through some very
> strange events. I think there is a ghost or demon
> attached to me or something. Whatever it is, I
> know it's following me. Two or three weeks ago, my
> mom saw a shadow person in our house. Then, her
> cross was thrown across the room towards her. It
> almost hit her. We have seen other objects moving
> without either one of us touching them. I have
> heard people talking when there was nobody around.
>
>
> It's hard to talk about, but my mom was even
> choked by whatever was/is in our house. At that
> point I tried to get in my room which locked on
> the side I was already on. I could not unlock the
> door no matter how hard I tried. I have had
> screwdrivers, glass, and other objects thrown at
> me. I don't even know what threw them at me. I
> have noticed that five of our pets have died in
> freak accidents in the past year. I have had my
> hair pulled by someone that wasn't even there.
>
> A couple of days ago, I was taking pictures of
> myself hoping to catch someone else in the
> pictures. I succeeded in two pictures. In one, I
> caught what appears to be an old Native American
> man behind me. In the other one, I caught what is
> definitely a little boy straight behind me,
> looking at me.
>
> Also, when I was very little my sister and I saw
> what we believe to be a demon coming up out of the
> floor tile. I think that is the demon that is
> after me. I have seen things nobody should ever
> have to see. In elementary school, I happened to
> look up at the ceiling and saw a dog hanging
> there. I looked again, it was gone. One day, I was
> sitting on a swing and I felt something like a
> cold chain wrap around my neck. I turned to see
> who was trying to choke me. There was no one
> there. I also saw a boy covered in blood and I
> noticed he had a knife wound. He even told me his
> name. I assure you, all this stuff really
> happened.
>
> I think tomorrow I am heading off to church and
> pray this all ends soon.
I see a few other faces that are not circled in the first picture. One is lower and to the left of the circled one, then the other one is over your right shoulder, (the left hand side of the picture).
Have you tried any means of expelling them before?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
??????????????????
()
Date: June 08, 2013 08:55PM
All I see is a fat introverted kid with to much time on his hands. Get your fat ass out of that house and play in the yard. If there are any ghosts or demons in that house trying to scare you is because your FAT ASS IS SITTING ON THEM!
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Eric/Alexandria
()
Date: June 10, 2013 06:51AM
My wife and I were walking down N. Fayette away from king St. Around 7:45 pm when we noticed only one of the two swings in the Helen Miller Park was swinging rather violently. We were a block away when we first noticed the swing.We looked around and there was no one close it was actually oddly deserted. We watched the swing for several minutes because it continued at it's violent pace. We got creeped out enough and walked to our car which was 20 feet away.When we pulled up to the park the swing was dead still. No one could have stopped the swing without us seeing or hearing the chains rattle. Very strange.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Spencer
()
Date: June 10, 2013 06:59AM
I recently moved into the rolling Valley subdivision in Springfield bordering hidden pond Park and often walk over there in the early morning with my dog. One morning around 6:30 am I saw what appeared to be a young girl skipping along the pathway which leads from the pond up toward the nature center.I thought it odd because she was in a long old fashioned dress with a red bow in her hair she also didn't appear to have any shoes on. My dog growled and barked the girl stopped turned and stared at me. I continued to walk and she turned and went on her way. She was about 40 feet from me and I was going up the same steps she just went up and when I reached the top I didn't see her figured she had run
on into the neighorhood.
Weird thing was as I looked up into the open meadow area-I saw a misty/fog shape moving along and vanish midway into the meadow. It seemed very odd. Not sure if this were a ghost or not just thought I would report it.
on into the neighorhood.
Weird thing was as I looked up into the open meadow area-I saw a misty/fog shape moving along and vanish midway into the meadow. It seemed very odd. Not sure if this were a ghost or not just thought I would report it.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
A Fireman in Springfield
()
Date: June 10, 2013 07:17AM
I bought my house about 5 years ago. At first I would hear footsteps going up and the down the steps. A couple of times I woke to the sound thick moan in my ear. There were times when I was having a good sleep and I'd wake up for no reason with this eerie feeling that I was not alone so I ended up staying up late watching television to shake it off. I told friends and family about this and most just told me that it was all in my mind. So that's what I believed. But things began to get worse. Without ever talking to my roommate (who lived in the basement) he one told me that weird things were happening in the basement as well. Things in his bathroom were falling off the shelves and some toys that he sells were turning on by theirselves... At first we all laughed about it eventhough we were all creeped out. Hoping that it was all just coincidence.
Later worse things that I couldn't ignore began to occur. I began to wake up in the middle of the night to a dark shadow that yelled all while keeping me paralyzed to my bed or couch. I was paralyzed to the point of not being able to breath scream or even shut my eyes.
The creepy sound of someone going up the stairs followed someone going into my brother's room and turning on the light and blasting the stereo. The incident that led me to take action was when one day I was on the computer and on the room next door (the kitchen) I heard a really loud sound of pots glass utensils all hit the floor. It startled me but I had to see what it was. There was no way of ignoring the noise. I figured somehow my cabinet broke but there
was nothing out of place. I had told my friend who is from Laos and has family members who don't quickly dismiss these type of events as just being overly superstitious.
Well I was told by one his family members that I needed to bless the house. I told my mom who normally in Catholic tradition has houses blessed. Mine wasn't. So we did and I also have this large frame picture of Jesus in my living room.
6 months and there was nothing. I have had the most peaceful sleeps. Maybe a little too much sleep some would say ;) I cheerful told people about my experience and how I had found the solution. So I thought..
A few days ago I woke up again in my room to that familiar eerie feeling. I repeatedly told myself ''just sleep it off just sleep it off'' Fortunately I did. Then it happened again a few days later downstairs as I slept in the couch.
Not even my guinea pigs moved for a few minutes to ease the tension. As I'm typing this up I can still remember yesterday's event. I took my guinea pigs to my parents house to play with the new puppy that they just got.
When I came back around 10:30 pm my roommate looked at me with a shocked look in his face. I looked at him and said ''hi what's up? '' the first thing that he asked was ''you weren't in the house? '' and I replied ''no I'm just coming in from my parent's place'' he looked even more shocked and asked me to swear to god that I was not home.He mumbled and cursed as he closed the door to the basement. I later asked him out of curiousity ''why all the questioning? '' he told me that he heard running around upstairs and the television on.
Here we go again... It's all in my head right? :/.
Later worse things that I couldn't ignore began to occur. I began to wake up in the middle of the night to a dark shadow that yelled all while keeping me paralyzed to my bed or couch. I was paralyzed to the point of not being able to breath scream or even shut my eyes.
The creepy sound of someone going up the stairs followed someone going into my brother's room and turning on the light and blasting the stereo. The incident that led me to take action was when one day I was on the computer and on the room next door (the kitchen) I heard a really loud sound of pots glass utensils all hit the floor. It startled me but I had to see what it was. There was no way of ignoring the noise. I figured somehow my cabinet broke but there
was nothing out of place. I had told my friend who is from Laos and has family members who don't quickly dismiss these type of events as just being overly superstitious.
Well I was told by one his family members that I needed to bless the house. I told my mom who normally in Catholic tradition has houses blessed. Mine wasn't. So we did and I also have this large frame picture of Jesus in my living room.
6 months and there was nothing. I have had the most peaceful sleeps. Maybe a little too much sleep some would say ;) I cheerful told people about my experience and how I had found the solution. So I thought..
A few days ago I woke up again in my room to that familiar eerie feeling. I repeatedly told myself ''just sleep it off just sleep it off'' Fortunately I did. Then it happened again a few days later downstairs as I slept in the couch.
Not even my guinea pigs moved for a few minutes to ease the tension. As I'm typing this up I can still remember yesterday's event. I took my guinea pigs to my parents house to play with the new puppy that they just got.
When I came back around 10:30 pm my roommate looked at me with a shocked look in his face. I looked at him and said ''hi what's up? '' the first thing that he asked was ''you weren't in the house? '' and I replied ''no I'm just coming in from my parent's place'' he looked even more shocked and asked me to swear to god that I was not home.He mumbled and cursed as he closed the door to the basement. I later asked him out of curiousity ''why all the questioning? '' he told me that he heard running around upstairs and the television on.
Here we go again... It's all in my head right? :/.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Hidden Pond Park Ghosts
()
Date: June 10, 2013 07:47AM
I sometimes house sit some houses that back up to that Park mentioned called hidden pond in Springfield VA.
One night while relaxing with my girlfriend halley on the deck I could see moon's reflection on the pond at
the park suddenly halley dropped her bowl of Carmel popcorn and said ''luis look over on the other side by
the center! '' I look and we both see the figure of a glowing woman sort of floating along the shore line.
She vanished then suddenly we saw her on our side she was just gliding along the ground. Halley screamed
and the ghost woman stopped turnned and looked up at us. I said to halley let's get out of here. We ran into
the house and as we locked the back porch door we could see the ghost standing at the bakyard fence looking
right at us. We ran out the front door I locked it and we got in my car and drove off. I am not going back
to that house sit there again!!!
One night while relaxing with my girlfriend halley on the deck I could see moon's reflection on the pond at
the park suddenly halley dropped her bowl of Carmel popcorn and said ''luis look over on the other side by
the center! '' I look and we both see the figure of a glowing woman sort of floating along the shore line.
She vanished then suddenly we saw her on our side she was just gliding along the ground. Halley screamed
and the ghost woman stopped turnned and looked up at us. I said to halley let's get out of here. We ran into
the house and as we locked the back porch door we could see the ghost standing at the bakyard fence looking
right at us. We ran out the front door I locked it and we got in my car and drove off. I am not going back
to that house sit there again!!!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Lorelei - hidden pond
()
Date: June 10, 2013 07:55AM
Hidden Pond Park Ghosts Wrote:
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> I sometimes house sit some houses that back up to
> that Park mentioned called hidden pond in
> Springfield VA.
> One night while relaxing with my girlfriend halley
> on the deck I could see moon's reflection on the
> pond at
> the park suddenly halley dropped her bowl of
> Carmel popcorn and said ''luis look over on the
> other side by
> the center! '' I look and we both see the figure
> of a glowing woman sort of floating along the
> shore line.
>
> She vanished then suddenly we saw her on our side
> she was just gliding along the ground. Halley
> screamed
> and the ghost woman stopped turnned and looked up
> at us. I said to halley let's get out of here. We
> ran into
> the house and as we locked the back porch door we
> could see the ghost standing at the bakyard fence
> looking
> right at us. We ran out the front door I locked it
> and we got in my car and drove off. I am not going
> back
> to that house sit there again!!!
I know about the hidden pond ghost while walking home through the park with my bag of groceries (I'm a vegan) and I shop at the nearby health food store. I was in the park at twilight and encountered what I thought was a mist rising up from the swamp but it became the shape of a woman-who looked at me then turned and walked away from me toward the old house near the center.
I reported the affair to Park ranger doug galwinn(not sure of the name) and he said the place is full of spooks ghosts and old bats. I am not sure about that ghost bear but the ghost woman-because I am here to say I saw her!.
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> I sometimes house sit some houses that back up to
> that Park mentioned called hidden pond in
> Springfield VA.
> One night while relaxing with my girlfriend halley
> on the deck I could see moon's reflection on the
> pond at
> the park suddenly halley dropped her bowl of
> Carmel popcorn and said ''luis look over on the
> other side by
> the center! '' I look and we both see the figure
> of a glowing woman sort of floating along the
> shore line.
>
> She vanished then suddenly we saw her on our side
> she was just gliding along the ground. Halley
> screamed
> and the ghost woman stopped turnned and looked up
> at us. I said to halley let's get out of here. We
> ran into
> the house and as we locked the back porch door we
> could see the ghost standing at the bakyard fence
> looking
> right at us. We ran out the front door I locked it
> and we got in my car and drove off. I am not going
> back
> to that house sit there again!!!
I know about the hidden pond ghost while walking home through the park with my bag of groceries (I'm a vegan) and I shop at the nearby health food store. I was in the park at twilight and encountered what I thought was a mist rising up from the swamp but it became the shape of a woman-who looked at me then turned and walked away from me toward the old house near the center.
I reported the affair to Park ranger doug galwinn(not sure of the name) and he said the place is full of spooks ghosts and old bats. I am not sure about that ghost bear but the ghost woman-because I am here to say I saw her!.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
hidden pond park ghosty
()
Date: June 10, 2013 08:00AM
There are reports of hidden pond Park being haunted by the ghost of a woman in white or light gray dress.
Old period clothing circa 1800's.
I recently moved into the rolling Valley subdivision bordering hidden pond Park and often walk over there
in the early morning with my dog. One morning around 6:30 am I saw what appeared to be a young girl skipping
along the pathway which leads from the pond up toward the nature center.I thought it odd because she was in
a long old fashioned dress with a red bow in her hair she also didn't appear to have any shoes on. My dog
growled and barked the girl stopped turned and stared at me. I continued to walk and she turned and went
on her way. She was about 40 feet from me and I was going up the same steps she just went up and when I
reached the top I didn't see her figured she had run on into the neighorhood. Weird thing was as I looked
up into the open meadow area-I saw a misty/fog shape moving along and vanish midway into the meadow. It
seemed very odd. Not sure if this were a ghost or not just thought I would report it.
Old period clothing circa 1800's.
I recently moved into the rolling Valley subdivision bordering hidden pond Park and often walk over there
in the early morning with my dog. One morning around 6:30 am I saw what appeared to be a young girl skipping
along the pathway which leads from the pond up toward the nature center.I thought it odd because she was in
a long old fashioned dress with a red bow in her hair she also didn't appear to have any shoes on. My dog
growled and barked the girl stopped turned and stared at me. I continued to walk and she turned and went
on her way. She was about 40 feet from me and I was going up the same steps she just went up and when I
reached the top I didn't see her figured she had run on into the neighorhood. Weird thing was as I looked
up into the open meadow area-I saw a misty/fog shape moving along and vanish midway into the meadow. It
seemed very odd. Not sure if this were a ghost or not just thought I would report it.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
native2area
()
Date: June 10, 2013 08:22AM
Back in the old days there used to be some wild animals kept on the grounds of the barker estate
one was a tamed bear named old Casey the ghost of this bear was seen by Park workers at hidden pond
Park (the old barker estate lies within the grounds of the present day park) according to workers
Davie waltz, and Kyle Gunter the pair witnessed the bear ghost near an old swamp in the park grunting
at them and walking on all 4's the apparition vanished when Gunter gave chase.
one was a tamed bear named old Casey the ghost of this bear was seen by Park workers at hidden pond
Park (the old barker estate lies within the grounds of the present day park) according to workers
Davie waltz, and Kyle Gunter the pair witnessed the bear ghost near an old swamp in the park grunting
at them and walking on all 4's the apparition vanished when Gunter gave chase.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
kioto
()
Date: June 10, 2013 08:29AM
In the intersection of old Keene mill Rd and huntsman Boulevard many car accidents occur (almost weekly). It is said that that intersection is haunted and it claims souls (that's why so many accidents occur in there). It is also said that the ghost of a woman is sitting in the sidewalk of that intersection at late night or dawn.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Xavier2b
()
Date: June 10, 2013 08:44AM
More on the ghost lady of hidden pond, I found out there used to be an old farmhouse where the park is,
it was built in 1700's. The ghost lady has been seen before, some reports say she was seen before the place
was ever a park. Anyway, I found out others have seen her too. She has been seen in the day and at night.
it was built in 1700's. The ghost lady has been seen before, some reports say she was seen before the place
was ever a park. Anyway, I found out others have seen her too. She has been seen in the day and at night.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
haymarket
()
Date: June 10, 2013 09:01AM
This is not Fairfax but out in Haymarket VA. It was around 1968 I think and my girlfriend and I had been on a date. We stopped at the driveway entrance to her folks place to do what most healthy teenagers were doing back in the day. I was about sixteen and so was she and I had just gotten my driver's license.We had stopped at the bottom of the long driveway that led up to the old farmhouse her folks were renting. I think the man who owned it was named shell but don't quote me. The house stood about a hundred yards up the steep driveway and we were making out before going up. As we kissed and played both of us were alarmed when a billowy looking mass of thick white fog (or so it seemed) slowly drifted through the field and in front of us. Then it just stopped and I knew this was no patch of fog at all! It seemed to have a life force in it and when I turned on the headlights of the old dodge polara I became very frightened because the mass reflected the headlights. Then I saw more in the field and they were changing directions and heading straight for us. I started the old car and floored the gas pedal.
I flew up the driveway and to the front of the house. I told her see ya and she jumped out and ran inside only to leave me there alone realizing i had to go back down the drivewat to get on the road(catharpin road) and head home. Well if the white billowy masses were still there I did not see them this time as I flew down the hill with my eyes looking straight ahead lest I see the things again. I didn't slow down when I hit the road either.
I just slid around and floored it and went straight home. Through the years this memory has come to me now and then and I know what I saw was alive. It had a spirit or perhaps was spirits from the Civil War or whatever. I just know it had a real living p resence about it. Within a few months my girlfriend and I weren't together and although sometimes I think of my youth and the good old days this is one memory I still to this day haven't figured out. It may be silly to some but I know I was in the presence of spirits there that warm August night. I still recall the cold chills that went up my spine.
I flew up the driveway and to the front of the house. I told her see ya and she jumped out and ran inside only to leave me there alone realizing i had to go back down the drivewat to get on the road(catharpin road) and head home. Well if the white billowy masses were still there I did not see them this time as I flew down the hill with my eyes looking straight ahead lest I see the things again. I didn't slow down when I hit the road either.
I just slid around and floored it and went straight home. Through the years this memory has come to me now and then and I know what I saw was alive. It had a spirit or perhaps was spirits from the Civil War or whatever. I just know it had a real living p resence about it. Within a few months my girlfriend and I weren't together and although sometimes I think of my youth and the good old days this is one memory I still to this day haven't figured out. It may be silly to some but I know I was in the presence of spirits there that warm August night. I still recall the cold chills that went up my spine.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
samantha
()
Date: June 10, 2013 09:32AM
I worked for a restaurant in old town on queen Street. This part of queen Street was the old red light of Alexandria. Part of my job was to make bread every morning on this particular day I had my little experience.
There was a little flour on the table next to the mixer I had to step away for a minute and when I came back there where small hand prints either a female's or a child's in size in the flour. I told the owner and he kind of laughed and said something to the extent of so you've had your first sighting here. Join the club.
There was a little flour on the table next to the mixer I had to step away for a minute and when I came back there where small hand prints either a female's or a child's in size in the flour. I told the owner and he kind of laughed and said something to the extent of so you've had your first sighting here. Join the club.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
toms
()
Date: June 10, 2013 09:40AM
When I was little we attended grace episcopal church in alexandria. One evening I was there with my family. I remember looking up and seeing a man standing near the altar but he just as quickly vanished. Seems like it was a ghost but it all happened so quickly hard to know.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
samathas
()
Date: June 10, 2013 10:38AM
samantha Wrote:
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> I worked for a restaurant in old town on queen
> Street. This part of queen Street was the old red
> light of Alexandria. Part of my job was to make
> bread every morning on this particular day I had
> my little experience.
>
> There was a little flour on the table next to the
> mixer I had to step away for a minute and when I
> came back there where small hand prints either a
> female's or a child's in size in the flour. I told
> the owner and he kind of laughed and said
> something to the extent of so you've had your
> first sighting here. Join the club.
I worked at a store on king Street a couple of blocks up from the river. I was told by someone it was an old Union barrik. So that's what I told most of the tourist that came in. I did most of the purchasing for the store and one night I was researching Civil War merchandise when a brass belt buckle flew across the room. I didn't fall it came out of the shelf and landed about six feet away from where it was. It was a Confederate belt buckle. I guess they wanted to make sure they corrected me.
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> I worked for a restaurant in old town on queen
> Street. This part of queen Street was the old red
> light of Alexandria. Part of my job was to make
> bread every morning on this particular day I had
> my little experience.
>
> There was a little flour on the table next to the
> mixer I had to step away for a minute and when I
> came back there where small hand prints either a
> female's or a child's in size in the flour. I told
> the owner and he kind of laughed and said
> something to the extent of so you've had your
> first sighting here. Join the club.
I worked at a store on king Street a couple of blocks up from the river. I was told by someone it was an old Union barrik. So that's what I told most of the tourist that came in. I did most of the purchasing for the store and one night I was researching Civil War merchandise when a brass belt buckle flew across the room. I didn't fall it came out of the shelf and landed about six feet away from where it was. It was a Confederate belt buckle. I guess they wanted to make sure they corrected me.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghostwalker
()
Date: June 10, 2013 11:11AM
Over the years, I've gotten numerous requests from people coming to visit the Old Dominion that want to know where they can visit or lodge at that is known to be haunted. I've decided to finally compile a list of the haunted places in Virginia that are open to the public. Happy Ghost Hunting!
"The state of Virginia is undoubtedly one of the most historic of all of the originial American thirteen colonies. It has given birth to presidents, generals and perhaps even American liberty itself. During the years of the Civil War more battles and fighting took place in Virginia than anywhere else. Perhaps this long record of historical events has given rise to the many ghost stories and haunted places of the state."
NORTHERN VIRGINIA
Ramsay House/Alexandria Visitor's Center, Alexandria, VA
221 King Street @ Fairfax--across from City Hall; (703)838-4200
This is the headquarters of the Alexandria Convention and Visitor's Bureau in Old Town. It is said to be haunted by Alexandria's founder and spirits in 1700s clothing have been seen. They offer Old Town ghost tours Mar.-Nov. at 7:30 & 9 on Fridays & Sats., and @7:30 on Sundays weather permitting. Buy your ticket by 7 for either tour and it starts from the garden. Ages 12 & up: $6, 7-12: $4 and children 6 & under, free
Town of Occoquan, Occoquan, VA
South of D.C.
This 200 year old town has a ghost for just about every building. What's best about this town are the shopkeepers who LOVE to talk about "their ghosts". Check out the history page to see a complete list and address of the local "haunts".
http://www.occoquan.com/History/HistoryFrm.asp
Gadsby's Tavern & Museum, Alexandria, VA
134 & 138 North Royal St.@Cameron St.; (703)838-4242; (Tavern: (703)548-1288)
A young woman in 1800s period clothing has been seen at this museum/tavern in Old Town, built in 1770 and 1792 respectively. The Tavern, one of the few remaining 18th c. taverns, is open 7 days a week for lunch, brunch & dinner. The museum's general hours are 11-4 Tues-Sat., 1-4 Sun. Museum admission is $4 adults, $2 students 11-17, and free for children under 11 w/a paying adult.
Woodlawn Plantation, Alexandria, VA
9000 Richmond Highway (Off of Rte. 1, near Mt. Vernon); (703)780-4000
This beautiful mansion (completed in 1805) was part of George Washington's Mount Vernon estate and given as a present to his foster daughter. 18th and 19th century ghosts still roam the premises (inc. Washington himself) as well as the spirits of former owners and guests. When a well in the basement is capped, it has been documented that spirit activity there is said to dramatically increase.
Roundtree Park, Falls Church, VA
3220 Annandale Road
This community park is rumored to be haunted by the ghost of a woman with a baby.
Gunston Hall Plantation, Fairfax, VA
Mason Neck, VA, off of Rte. 1; (703)558-9220
Built between 1755-1760 for George Mason--whose ideas were influential in the development of the new U.S. government and other international consitutions--visitors to this 550-acre Georgian estate have seen who is believed to be Mr. Mason in mirrors and footsteps have been heard when there is no one present.
Hours: 9:30 am-5 pm everyday, except Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's Day.
Walney Road, Chantilly, VA
This road is said to be haunted by the ghost of a lost little girl who lost her family in a fire.
Bull Run/Manassas Historic Battlefield, Manassas, VA
Spirits of Civil War soldiers have been seen in this area, inc. crossing Cobblestone Bridge.
Old Town Inn, Manassas, VA
9503 Main Street; (703)368-9191
A spirit named "Miss Lucy" is said to like to play pranks such as turning on faucets, messing up the beds and unplugging appliances. She haunts room 52, but roams from 50-54.
Old Town Hall, Manassas, VA
9025 Center Street; (703)257-8230
Built in 1914, this building is said to be haunted by the spirit of a 1930s prisoner who had committed suicide. Doors open and close/slam shut. Workers there are often locked in.
Arlington House/Custis-Lee Mansion & Arlington Cemetery, Arlington, VA
G.W. Parkway@Arlington Cemetery; (703)557-0613
The Custis-Lee family, many of whom were descendants of George Washington, haven't quite left their 19th c. mansion on the grounds of the Arlington Nat'l Cemetery. You can also hear "Taps" being played in the Garden in the middle of the night. As for the cemetery itself, c'mon...it IS a cemetery after all!
Potomac Overlook Regional Park, Arlington VA
2845 N. Marcey Road; (703)528-5406
The spirits of Native Americans who used to live in the area can be heard swimming in the Potomac River and still go through the trails here.
Weems-Botts House, Dumfries, VA
300 W. Duke Street; (703)221-3346
A 1974 restoration of this historic house seems to have stirred up some spirits. The beds don't stay made, curtain rods don't stay put, and a Confederate soldier has been seen there.
Historic Occoquan, Occoquan, VA
Off I-95, Exit 160
From a friendly ghost who leaves petals everywhere and rearranges merchandise to one who waits behind the counter at closing time, the section of this historic town (est. 1758) @ Mill & Washington Streets is home to the majority of a large number of spirits.
Cork St. Tavern, Winchester, VA
8 W. Cork Street; (540)667-3777
The east side of this 1830s built Tavern (stop through for some food and drink) is haunted by a couple, who just might be responsible for people slipping around table L-6.
"The state of Virginia is undoubtedly one of the most historic of all of the originial American thirteen colonies. It has given birth to presidents, generals and perhaps even American liberty itself. During the years of the Civil War more battles and fighting took place in Virginia than anywhere else. Perhaps this long record of historical events has given rise to the many ghost stories and haunted places of the state."
NORTHERN VIRGINIA
Ramsay House/Alexandria Visitor's Center, Alexandria, VA
221 King Street @ Fairfax--across from City Hall; (703)838-4200
This is the headquarters of the Alexandria Convention and Visitor's Bureau in Old Town. It is said to be haunted by Alexandria's founder and spirits in 1700s clothing have been seen. They offer Old Town ghost tours Mar.-Nov. at 7:30 & 9 on Fridays & Sats., and @7:30 on Sundays weather permitting. Buy your ticket by 7 for either tour and it starts from the garden. Ages 12 & up: $6, 7-12: $4 and children 6 & under, free
Town of Occoquan, Occoquan, VA
South of D.C.
This 200 year old town has a ghost for just about every building. What's best about this town are the shopkeepers who LOVE to talk about "their ghosts". Check out the history page to see a complete list and address of the local "haunts".
http://www.occoquan.com/History/HistoryFrm.asp
Gadsby's Tavern & Museum, Alexandria, VA
134 & 138 North Royal St.@Cameron St.; (703)838-4242; (Tavern: (703)548-1288)
A young woman in 1800s period clothing has been seen at this museum/tavern in Old Town, built in 1770 and 1792 respectively. The Tavern, one of the few remaining 18th c. taverns, is open 7 days a week for lunch, brunch & dinner. The museum's general hours are 11-4 Tues-Sat., 1-4 Sun. Museum admission is $4 adults, $2 students 11-17, and free for children under 11 w/a paying adult.
Woodlawn Plantation, Alexandria, VA
9000 Richmond Highway (Off of Rte. 1, near Mt. Vernon); (703)780-4000
This beautiful mansion (completed in 1805) was part of George Washington's Mount Vernon estate and given as a present to his foster daughter. 18th and 19th century ghosts still roam the premises (inc. Washington himself) as well as the spirits of former owners and guests. When a well in the basement is capped, it has been documented that spirit activity there is said to dramatically increase.
Roundtree Park, Falls Church, VA
3220 Annandale Road
This community park is rumored to be haunted by the ghost of a woman with a baby.
Gunston Hall Plantation, Fairfax, VA
Mason Neck, VA, off of Rte. 1; (703)558-9220
Built between 1755-1760 for George Mason--whose ideas were influential in the development of the new U.S. government and other international consitutions--visitors to this 550-acre Georgian estate have seen who is believed to be Mr. Mason in mirrors and footsteps have been heard when there is no one present.
Hours: 9:30 am-5 pm everyday, except Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's Day.
Walney Road, Chantilly, VA
This road is said to be haunted by the ghost of a lost little girl who lost her family in a fire.
Bull Run/Manassas Historic Battlefield, Manassas, VA
Spirits of Civil War soldiers have been seen in this area, inc. crossing Cobblestone Bridge.
Old Town Inn, Manassas, VA
9503 Main Street; (703)368-9191
A spirit named "Miss Lucy" is said to like to play pranks such as turning on faucets, messing up the beds and unplugging appliances. She haunts room 52, but roams from 50-54.
Old Town Hall, Manassas, VA
9025 Center Street; (703)257-8230
Built in 1914, this building is said to be haunted by the spirit of a 1930s prisoner who had committed suicide. Doors open and close/slam shut. Workers there are often locked in.
Arlington House/Custis-Lee Mansion & Arlington Cemetery, Arlington, VA
G.W. Parkway@Arlington Cemetery; (703)557-0613
The Custis-Lee family, many of whom were descendants of George Washington, haven't quite left their 19th c. mansion on the grounds of the Arlington Nat'l Cemetery. You can also hear "Taps" being played in the Garden in the middle of the night. As for the cemetery itself, c'mon...it IS a cemetery after all!
Potomac Overlook Regional Park, Arlington VA
2845 N. Marcey Road; (703)528-5406
The spirits of Native Americans who used to live in the area can be heard swimming in the Potomac River and still go through the trails here.
Weems-Botts House, Dumfries, VA
300 W. Duke Street; (703)221-3346
A 1974 restoration of this historic house seems to have stirred up some spirits. The beds don't stay made, curtain rods don't stay put, and a Confederate soldier has been seen there.
Historic Occoquan, Occoquan, VA
Off I-95, Exit 160
From a friendly ghost who leaves petals everywhere and rearranges merchandise to one who waits behind the counter at closing time, the section of this historic town (est. 1758) @ Mill & Washington Streets is home to the majority of a large number of spirits.
Cork St. Tavern, Winchester, VA
8 W. Cork Street; (540)667-3777
The east side of this 1830s built Tavern (stop through for some food and drink) is haunted by a couple, who just might be responsible for people slipping around table L-6.
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Alexandria INOVA hospital
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Date: June 10, 2013 12:17PM
Alexandria INOVA hospital is built on the site of the Vauxcleus mansion an ante-bellum plantation mansion. During the Civil War a Confederate soldier was seen and shot dead by a Union picket while sneaking up the ravine to visit a girl friend in the Vauxcleus mansion. Since it is said you can see his ghost moving through the woods on moonlit nights.
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Posted by:
David Huzzard
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Date: June 10, 2013 02:19PM
Ghost Stories of Northern Virginia: Walney Road
http://supernovarealty.blogspot.com/2012/03/ghost-stories-of-northern-virginia.html
Northern Virginia is a place filled with history. Being so close to the capital of the United States and part of one the first states will do that, and as a place filled with history there are plenty of ghost stories. There are your run of the mill Civil War ghost stories like seeing Civil War soldiers crossing a bridge near Bull Run battlefield, but then there are the real interesting ones. Take for instance this one out of Chantilly, Virginia.
Down route 50 right before the exit to 28 lies Walney Road. It is an unassuming road like man that will be found in Northern Virginia. It has an Anita's on the corner and leads down to an industrial park, but it wasn't always part of a built up area. There was a time before Chantilly was built up that Walney road didn't lead to the Dulles Expo center and wasn't even paved.
Walking down an unpaved road on a bleak night is safer than walking down the middle of 95 but it still comes with dangers, and one dark night a man found out this lesson. He had somewhere to go and a place to be or else he wouldn't have been hitchhiking. Hitchhiking can be dangerous enough under street lights or in daytime but under the cover of night far from civilization does nothing but increase the dangers.
When a car finally does come the hitchhiker must have been overcome with a mixed feeling of joy and urgency. If this car didn't stop it could be morning before another car comes along. This since of urgency combined with the driver's surprise at seeing a person out this far and this late must have lead to the accident.
It is unknown when this person was killed or who they were but now if a person drives down Walney Road late at night and sees a hitchhiker they are given three chances to pick them up. If they do not then a mysterious car will come out of nowhere and make them wish that they had stopped. Or at least that is how the legend goes.
There are even more fascinating stories of ghosts and supernatural happenings in Northern Virginia and as a Realtor in the area it is useful to know them. What person doesn't like a good haunted tale every now and then, and who knew there was a haunting along Walney Road in Chantilly, Va
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http://supernovarealty.blogspot.com/2012/03/ghost-stories-of-northern-virginia.html
Northern Virginia is a place filled with history. Being so close to the capital of the United States and part of one the first states will do that, and as a place filled with history there are plenty of ghost stories. There are your run of the mill Civil War ghost stories like seeing Civil War soldiers crossing a bridge near Bull Run battlefield, but then there are the real interesting ones. Take for instance this one out of Chantilly, Virginia.
Down route 50 right before the exit to 28 lies Walney Road. It is an unassuming road like man that will be found in Northern Virginia. It has an Anita's on the corner and leads down to an industrial park, but it wasn't always part of a built up area. There was a time before Chantilly was built up that Walney road didn't lead to the Dulles Expo center and wasn't even paved.
Walking down an unpaved road on a bleak night is safer than walking down the middle of 95 but it still comes with dangers, and one dark night a man found out this lesson. He had somewhere to go and a place to be or else he wouldn't have been hitchhiking. Hitchhiking can be dangerous enough under street lights or in daytime but under the cover of night far from civilization does nothing but increase the dangers.
When a car finally does come the hitchhiker must have been overcome with a mixed feeling of joy and urgency. If this car didn't stop it could be morning before another car comes along. This since of urgency combined with the driver's surprise at seeing a person out this far and this late must have lead to the accident.
It is unknown when this person was killed or who they were but now if a person drives down Walney Road late at night and sees a hitchhiker they are given three chances to pick them up. If they do not then a mysterious car will come out of nowhere and make them wish that they had stopped. Or at least that is how the legend goes.
There are even more fascinating stories of ghosts and supernatural happenings in Northern Virginia and as a Realtor in the area it is useful to know them. What person doesn't like a good haunted tale every now and then, and who knew there was a haunting along Walney Road in Chantilly, Va
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Posted by:
Where's Larry?
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Date: June 10, 2013 02:57PM
I used to work in a state inst for developmentally disabled. We were temp relocated to another
building for remodeling of our bldg. Anyways...I was working one nite, 2nd shift. We had a locked
pica unit. I saw one of the residents walking down the hall. Very distinct gait and very distinct
yellow t-shirt w/ a happy face on it. I went into the ward to let staff know that they had an escapee.
This was a serious situation because this particular resident, Larry, would ingest absolutely anything
(from clothing to pens to belts to *ugh* a bird's head)...literally anything. He was also very reluctant
to go back to his home ward (hence why I didn't bring him back myself...he needed two escorts). When
we got back into the hall, less than 15 secs later, Larry was gone!! We searched the entire building!
Outside, downstairs, all wards...he was NO WHERE to be found!!! This whole search lasted last than
10 mins because I had all extra staff looking for him. I was just about to call the house supervisor
to let her know that we "lost" someone when out from the bathroom walks Larry w/ one of the staff.
He had been getting his bath in the bathroom for the last 30 mins or so. Kind of freaky! I absolutely,
without a doubt, saw Larry in the hallway. I never would've short-staffed the wards like I did if I
hadn't seen him! Like I said, very distinctive gait, look, clothing. I took a lot of razzing that nite!
They all thought that I was crazy. Anyways, come to find out the next day, after the story goes around
that I am crazy (haha, gigglegiggle, funnyfunny)..............Larry had an identical twin brother who
died in that building 10 yrs previously.
building for remodeling of our bldg. Anyways...I was working one nite, 2nd shift. We had a locked
pica unit. I saw one of the residents walking down the hall. Very distinct gait and very distinct
yellow t-shirt w/ a happy face on it. I went into the ward to let staff know that they had an escapee.
This was a serious situation because this particular resident, Larry, would ingest absolutely anything
(from clothing to pens to belts to *ugh* a bird's head)...literally anything. He was also very reluctant
to go back to his home ward (hence why I didn't bring him back myself...he needed two escorts). When
we got back into the hall, less than 15 secs later, Larry was gone!! We searched the entire building!
Outside, downstairs, all wards...he was NO WHERE to be found!!! This whole search lasted last than
10 mins because I had all extra staff looking for him. I was just about to call the house supervisor
to let her know that we "lost" someone when out from the bathroom walks Larry w/ one of the staff.
He had been getting his bath in the bathroom for the last 30 mins or so. Kind of freaky! I absolutely,
without a doubt, saw Larry in the hallway. I never would've short-staffed the wards like I did if I
hadn't seen him! Like I said, very distinctive gait, look, clothing. I took a lot of razzing that nite!
They all thought that I was crazy. Anyways, come to find out the next day, after the story goes around
that I am crazy (haha, gigglegiggle, funnyfunny)..............Larry had an identical twin brother who
died in that building 10 yrs previously.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
betty
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Date: June 10, 2013 03:54PM
I work as a CNA in long term care. We had one resident "Betty" who was totally independant, all ADL's were done on her own and she did fine on her own, never had an incident. The only time she wanted help was showers and then she only wanted you around to make sure she didn't slip and fall. Betty came down with pneumonia and had to be hospitalized. When she came back she was too weak to do things on her own but too stubborn to ask for help. The last thing the CNA told her before going to bed was "If you want to get up, hit your call light. I'll come help you." Of course she didn't, got rid of the bed alarm, climed out of bed and fell. Betty died from the fall. No one has been moved into her bed.
The following week the call light for the room went off at night. Thinking it was the resident in bed B I walked down the room to see what she wanted. I walked into the room only to see the call light for bed B and A off, the call light for bed C (Betty's unoccupied bed) was on. My eyes filled up with tears, I backed out of the room and made someone else turn the call light off.
It happened a week later. I want to see if it happens this week too.
The following week the call light for the room went off at night. Thinking it was the resident in bed B I walked down the room to see what she wanted. I walked into the room only to see the call light for bed B and A off, the call light for bed C (Betty's unoccupied bed) was on. My eyes filled up with tears, I backed out of the room and made someone else turn the call light off.
It happened a week later. I want to see if it happens this week too.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
the truth will set you okay
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Date: June 10, 2013 04:00PM
As one wise woman once said
ScottAM Wrote:
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> I am trying to research hauntings and supernatural
> activity in the Fairfax and Northern VA areas.
> The site I have been using is fascinating and I a
> wondering if any locals in here would be able to
> verify or confirm any of the stories, even if you
> could just verify that you\'ve heard the rumors,
> but do not necessarily believe them, is helpful,
>
> Truly some frightening things are listed on here,
> it\'s searchable by city
>
> http://www.ghostsofamerica.com/
As one wise woman once said....
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ScottAM Wrote:
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> I am trying to research hauntings and supernatural
> activity in the Fairfax and Northern VA areas.
> The site I have been using is fascinating and I a
> wondering if any locals in here would be able to
> verify or confirm any of the stories, even if you
> could just verify that you\'ve heard the rumors,
> but do not necessarily believe them, is helpful,
>
> Truly some frightening things are listed on here,
> it\'s searchable by city
>
> http://www.ghostsofamerica.com/
As one wise woman once said....
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Posted by:
Chad_SRNA
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Date: June 10, 2013 04:12PM
An agency nurse asked us if we would not laugh at her if she told us something weird and everyone told her that they wouldn't. She said that she walked out of a room from starting an IV line and saw a black figure going down the hallway, that same morning in six hours three residents died, coincidence?
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Posted by:
goodbye mother
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Date: June 10, 2013 04:15PM
Not so much a ghost story, but a story about when my mom died a year ago. She was at my sisters house for two weeks and started going down hill. Hospice was called on a Saturday and she lapsed into a coma on Tuesday. Me and my other sister got to her house on Wednesday. On Thursday, my mom woke up for 3 hours and was talkling to "other" people in the room. My dad died in 2000, and she kept saying "Frank, would you leave me alone, I am not ready to go with you yet!" Then she would get ****** and yell at him in German, (she was from germany). Then she saw her mother who passed away in 1964. The said "Mama" and started to cry and then spoke german to her for about an hour. She was reliving her childhood with her and talking about things they did when she was small and she was laughing and having a good time with her. My mom lost twin boys in her 5th month in 1966 and she was talking with them and said "I am so glad your Oma was there for you. I was so affraid you were alone." All of us in the room, and there was about 15 of us were in wonder the entire time. This went on for 3 hours. She would talk to them and then us. At one time she turned to me and said "oh Suzie, I didn't know you were here too, do you see all the people waiting for me?' She was affraid to die because of the unkwown I guess. The next day, Thursday she didn't wake up at all and she woke up again on Friday morning for an hour while I was in the room with her. She said she wasn't affraid anymore and that she had seen heaven. She just wanted my dad to stop bugging her becasue she hadn't finished her job yet. She told me that my dog that had passed away 6 months before that was with my dad. She died the next day.
When we got back into town the following day to get ready for the funeral, we were staying at my mom's house and it was hot outside, but we all smelled wood burning from her fire place. I snapped some pictures and there are orbs all over those pictures. The only picuters in the set that has them.
When we got back into town the following day to get ready for the funeral, we were staying at my mom's house and it was hot outside, but we all smelled wood burning from her fire place. I snapped some pictures and there are orbs all over those pictures. The only picuters in the set that has them.
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Posted by:
dale
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Date: June 10, 2013 04:20PM
In DC in the 50's there was a porn theater; it burned down and some people died, later as it was being demolished, there were freak accidents and yet a few more people died
(do you see a trend here?)(all of this has been in the paper) eventually a new building is built; in 1991, my dh was on this jobsite for a complete renovation; at this time
none of the guys really new the above history; some guys, dh, included started saying that they felt chills(it was summer-no a/c), like they were being watched, feeling creepiness.
My dh kept saying that he felt something "bad" following him (he only told his co-workers this)And he is(was) a die-hard skeptic-he never believed ANY ghost stories; In a month,
one guy lost a finger, another guy fell down a flight of steps(he said it felt like someone pushed him), and quite a few guys dodged falling objects, another guy tripped and
broke his arm-there were more accidents at this job than the company had had in the last 10 YEARS combined.
In june, my dh had a freak accident and cut off the tip of his left index finger; he then told me about the bad feelings and weird occurrances. Two weeks later, he went back to
work. At 10am, I got this message "Dawn, xxxx has been hurt, there is alot of blood, but I think he'll live. The paramedicas are taking him to GW" My dh had almost lost 1/2 of
his left hand; He said he felt the presence all day, and then a 200 pound peice of cast Iron pipe fell, straight down with the open end smashing down on his hand-like a 200 pound
cookie cutter from 10 feet up; The paramedics on the scene said that based on what they saw, my dh should of lost his hand-it was concrete, dh hand and then pipe; the weird thing
is that my dh said that at the last second he actually saw something-a white "blur" push the pipe away, so that that is was diverted from crushing straight down. After he was hurt
about 5 guys refused to even put foot on the jobsite. After three surgeries and 6mos of rehab, my dh could use his hand-but I still get chills when I look at the semi-circular scar
that divides his hand in half.
(do you see a trend here?)(all of this has been in the paper) eventually a new building is built; in 1991, my dh was on this jobsite for a complete renovation; at this time
none of the guys really new the above history; some guys, dh, included started saying that they felt chills(it was summer-no a/c), like they were being watched, feeling creepiness.
My dh kept saying that he felt something "bad" following him (he only told his co-workers this)And he is(was) a die-hard skeptic-he never believed ANY ghost stories; In a month,
one guy lost a finger, another guy fell down a flight of steps(he said it felt like someone pushed him), and quite a few guys dodged falling objects, another guy tripped and
broke his arm-there were more accidents at this job than the company had had in the last 10 YEARS combined.
In june, my dh had a freak accident and cut off the tip of his left index finger; he then told me about the bad feelings and weird occurrances. Two weeks later, he went back to
work. At 10am, I got this message "Dawn, xxxx has been hurt, there is alot of blood, but I think he'll live. The paramedicas are taking him to GW" My dh had almost lost 1/2 of
his left hand; He said he felt the presence all day, and then a 200 pound peice of cast Iron pipe fell, straight down with the open end smashing down on his hand-like a 200 pound
cookie cutter from 10 feet up; The paramedics on the scene said that based on what they saw, my dh should of lost his hand-it was concrete, dh hand and then pipe; the weird thing
is that my dh said that at the last second he actually saw something-a white "blur" push the pipe away, so that that is was diverted from crushing straight down. After he was hurt
about 5 guys refused to even put foot on the jobsite. After three surgeries and 6mos of rehab, my dh could use his hand-but I still get chills when I look at the semi-circular scar
that divides his hand in half.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Cissy
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Date: June 10, 2013 04:28PM
A co-worker told me she knew that her baby would not live even though she had an emergency c/s for distress. I asked her how she knew. She had seen a family member
in the hallway going to the OR that had recently died and they told her they would take of the baby, not to worry.
in the hallway going to the OR that had recently died and they told her they would take of the baby, not to worry.
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Posted by:
possession??
()
Date: June 10, 2013 04:28PM
My creepiest and scariest ghost story for me happened about a year ago. It really was more of a posession than a ghost story. I was helping another nurse with a patient that had lived a very hard life. It had numerous things going on with him from cardiac to renal failure. You name it, he had it going on. This man was very much afraid to die. Every time his heart monitor beeped, he would just go into a rage screaming, "Don't let me die! Don't let me die!" The other nurse and I found out why he didn't want to die. About 0200 his cardiac monitor starts alarming V-Tach. We both rush into the room. I am pulling the crash cart behing me. When I get to the room, the other nurse is completely white. This man was sitting about 2 inches above the bed and was laughing. His whole look completely changed. His eyes just had a look of pure evil on them and he had this evil smile on his face. He laughed at us and said, " You stupid b****es aren't going to let me die will you?" and he laughed again. We were kinda frozen. I did reach up and hit the Code Blue button and when I did the man went into V-fib. He crashed back onto the bed. We started coding him, but after 20 minutes it was called. 5 minutes after the code was called several of the code team is in the room cleaning up when this man sits straight up in the bed and says, " You let him die. Too bad." and then begins laughing. The man collapsed back to the bed. We heard a horrible, agonizing scream ( actually every patient in the unit that night commented on the scream), and then you could hear "don't let me die" being whispered throughout the unit. Everyone of the nurses that night was pale and scared. No body went anywhere by themselves. By morning the whispers of "don't let me die" were gone. The night shift nurses had a prayer service in the break room before we left for home and then we all had nightmares for weeks.
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Posted by:
Paravell
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Date: June 10, 2013 04:35PM
This thread is soooo creepy!!! Even more creepy, I had my first "ghost" experience right before I saw this thread! Bare with me, it's sort of a 3 part tale...
I was working my regular 7-7 night shift in a bone marrow transplant unit
with one other nurse. We had 5 patients, and it was about 3:30 am. My coworker had just come out of room 4, and i startled her as she came around the corner. Well, she had been empyting a urinal when the bathroom door had closed on her, which of course freaked her out and she spilled urine on herself but I digress. She proceeded to tell me that there was a young gentleman who had been in that room who had died a rather gruesome death...evidently this man was slated to go home, but one night (around 4) the nurses heard a thump...the sound of someone falling...they rushed in the room, and this man was in the bathroom, central line out, and blood everywhere. They coded him, but he died right there in the bathroom. No one is sure why he pulled his line, or what had happened, but evidently the scene was a bloodbath. Horrible, horrible...now here comes the scary part. A few weeks later, a sweet little old lady is in that room and asks the nurse if someone had died in there. The nurse explained that this is a hospital, and it was likely that someone could have died. Well, the lady says, well, i think a young guy died in here....the nurses asks why, the lady responds "cuz he's talking to me." Aghhh!! Ok, I'm not making this up....this lady has a central line, triple lumen. The nurse goes in there and there is blood everywhere. One of her lines is cut. Not pulled out, but cut. There are no scissors in the room. The lady says "he did it." OHMYGOSH!! Even the doctors were trying to get a priest or something to come in and say some prayers in that room!!!
Ok, so my coworker is telling me all this and we are scaring eachother when all of a sudden the call light goes off. For that room. We look at eachother, and both of us go to the room (we are not going in there alone!) The pt. is sleeping soundly. It was soooooooooooo freaky. Luckily, her central line was fine
I was working my regular 7-7 night shift in a bone marrow transplant unit
with one other nurse. We had 5 patients, and it was about 3:30 am. My coworker had just come out of room 4, and i startled her as she came around the corner. Well, she had been empyting a urinal when the bathroom door had closed on her, which of course freaked her out and she spilled urine on herself but I digress. She proceeded to tell me that there was a young gentleman who had been in that room who had died a rather gruesome death...evidently this man was slated to go home, but one night (around 4) the nurses heard a thump...the sound of someone falling...they rushed in the room, and this man was in the bathroom, central line out, and blood everywhere. They coded him, but he died right there in the bathroom. No one is sure why he pulled his line, or what had happened, but evidently the scene was a bloodbath. Horrible, horrible...now here comes the scary part. A few weeks later, a sweet little old lady is in that room and asks the nurse if someone had died in there. The nurse explained that this is a hospital, and it was likely that someone could have died. Well, the lady says, well, i think a young guy died in here....the nurses asks why, the lady responds "cuz he's talking to me." Aghhh!! Ok, I'm not making this up....this lady has a central line, triple lumen. The nurse goes in there and there is blood everywhere. One of her lines is cut. Not pulled out, but cut. There are no scissors in the room. The lady says "he did it." OHMYGOSH!! Even the doctors were trying to get a priest or something to come in and say some prayers in that room!!!
Ok, so my coworker is telling me all this and we are scaring eachother when all of a sudden the call light goes off. For that room. We look at eachother, and both of us go to the room (we are not going in there alone!) The pt. is sleeping soundly. It was soooooooooooo freaky. Luckily, her central line was fine
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
????????
()
Date: June 10, 2013 08:08PM
possession?? Wrote:
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> My creepiest and scariest ghost story for me
> happened about a year ago. It really was more of a
> posession than a ghost story. I was helping
> another nurse with a patient that had lived a very
> hard life. It had numerous things going on with
> him from cardiac to renal failure. You name it, he
> had it going on. This man was very much afraid to
> die. Every time his heart monitor beeped, he would
> just go into a rage screaming, "Don't let me die!
> Don't let me die!" The other nurse and I found out
> why he didn't want to die. About 0200 his cardiac
> monitor starts alarming V-Tach. We both rush into
> the room. I am pulling the crash cart behing me.
> When I get to the room, the other nurse is
> completely white. This man was sitting about 2
> inches above the bed and was laughing. His whole
> look completely changed. His eyes just had a look
> of pure evil on them and he had this evil smile on
> his face. He laughed at us and said, " You stupid
> b****es aren't going to let me die will you?" and
> he laughed again. We were kinda frozen. I did
> reach up and hit the Code Blue button and when I
> did the man went into V-fib. He crashed back onto
> the bed. We started coding him, but after 20
> minutes it was called. 5 minutes after the code
> was called several of the code team is in the room
> cleaning up when this man sits straight up in the
> bed and says, " You let him die. Too bad." and
> then begins laughing. The man collapsed back to
> the bed. We heard a horrible, agonizing scream (
> actually every patient in the unit that night
> commented on the scream), and then you could hear
> "don't let me die" being whispered throughout the
> unit. Everyone of the nurses that night was pale
> and scared. No body went anywhere by themselves.
> By morning the whispers of "don't let me die" were
> gone. The night shift nurses had a prayer service
> in the break room before we left for home and then
> we all had nightmares for weeks.
This story scares the piss out of me.
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> My creepiest and scariest ghost story for me
> happened about a year ago. It really was more of a
> posession than a ghost story. I was helping
> another nurse with a patient that had lived a very
> hard life. It had numerous things going on with
> him from cardiac to renal failure. You name it, he
> had it going on. This man was very much afraid to
> die. Every time his heart monitor beeped, he would
> just go into a rage screaming, "Don't let me die!
> Don't let me die!" The other nurse and I found out
> why he didn't want to die. About 0200 his cardiac
> monitor starts alarming V-Tach. We both rush into
> the room. I am pulling the crash cart behing me.
> When I get to the room, the other nurse is
> completely white. This man was sitting about 2
> inches above the bed and was laughing. His whole
> look completely changed. His eyes just had a look
> of pure evil on them and he had this evil smile on
> his face. He laughed at us and said, " You stupid
> b****es aren't going to let me die will you?" and
> he laughed again. We were kinda frozen. I did
> reach up and hit the Code Blue button and when I
> did the man went into V-fib. He crashed back onto
> the bed. We started coding him, but after 20
> minutes it was called. 5 minutes after the code
> was called several of the code team is in the room
> cleaning up when this man sits straight up in the
> bed and says, " You let him die. Too bad." and
> then begins laughing. The man collapsed back to
> the bed. We heard a horrible, agonizing scream (
> actually every patient in the unit that night
> commented on the scream), and then you could hear
> "don't let me die" being whispered throughout the
> unit. Everyone of the nurses that night was pale
> and scared. No body went anywhere by themselves.
> By morning the whispers of "don't let me die" were
> gone. The night shift nurses had a prayer service
> in the break room before we left for home and then
> we all had nightmares for weeks.
This story scares the piss out of me.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
lil_judt
()
Date: June 10, 2013 08:25PM
Chad_SRNA Wrote:
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> An agency nurse asked us if we would not laugh at
> her if she told us something weird and everyone
> told her that they wouldn't. She said that she
> walked out of a room from starting an IV line and
> saw a black figure going down the hallway, that
> same morning in six hours three residents died,
> coincidence?
The best I have heard is from a nurse who said that one night she was floated to oncology at the hospital she used to work at. She was given a patient who was passing away and had been unconscious for several days. At one point during the night the nurse went into the room and the patient was at the top of the bed and looked at her and said, "don't let them take me!", the nurse was freaked out and asked her who was going to take her and she said that black thing up there and pointed up in the air. This patient died within minutes.
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> An agency nurse asked us if we would not laugh at
> her if she told us something weird and everyone
> told her that they wouldn't. She said that she
> walked out of a room from starting an IV line and
> saw a black figure going down the hallway, that
> same morning in six hours three residents died,
> coincidence?
The best I have heard is from a nurse who said that one night she was floated to oncology at the hospital she used to work at. She was given a patient who was passing away and had been unconscious for several days. At one point during the night the nurse went into the room and the patient was at the top of the bed and looked at her and said, "don't let them take me!", the nurse was freaked out and asked her who was going to take her and she said that black thing up there and pointed up in the air. This patient died within minutes.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
????????
()
Date: June 11, 2013 04:46AM
Thanks alot, I hardly slept at all last night thinking about these stories. I probably jumped at every single noise I heard.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Scary Video
()
Date: June 11, 2013 04:57AM
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
hilary
()
Date: June 11, 2013 06:50AM
dale Wrote:
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> In DC in the 50's there was a porn theater; it
> burned down and some people died, later as it was
> being demolished, there were freak accidents and
> yet a few more people died
> (do you see a trend here?)(all of this has been in
> the paper) eventually a new building is built; in
> 1991, my dh was on this jobsite for a complete
> renovation; at this time
> none of the guys really new the above history;
> some guys, dh, included started saying that they
> felt chills(it was summer-no a/c), like they were
> being watched, feeling creepiness.
> My dh kept saying that he felt something "bad"
> following him (he only told his co-workers
> this)And he is(was) a die-hard skeptic-he never
> believed ANY ghost stories; In a month,
> one guy lost a finger, another guy fell down a
> flight of steps(he said it felt like someone
> pushed him), and quite a few guys dodged falling
> objects, another guy tripped and
> broke his arm-there were more accidents at this
> job than the company had had in the last 10 YEARS
> combined.
>
> In june, my dh had a freak accident and cut off
> the tip of his left index finger; he then told me
> about the bad feelings and weird occurrances. Two
> weeks later, he went back to
> work. At 10am, I got this message "Dawn, xxxx has
> been hurt, there is alot of blood, but I think
> he'll live. The paramedicas are taking him to GW"
> My dh had almost lost 1/2 of
> his left hand; He said he felt the presence all
> day, and then a 200 pound peice of cast Iron pipe
> fell, straight down with the open end smashing
> down on his hand-like a 200 pound
> cookie cutter from 10 feet up; The paramedics on
> the scene said that based on what they saw, my dh
> should of lost his hand-it was concrete, dh hand
> and then pipe; the weird thing
> is that my dh said that at the last second he
> actually saw something-a white "blur" push the
> pipe away, so that that is was diverted from
> crushing straight down. After he was hurt
> about 5 guys refused to even put foot on the
> jobsite. After three surgeries and 6mos of rehab,
> my dh could use his hand-but I still get chills
> when I look at the semi-circular scar
> that divides his hand in half.
I work in DC; I'm really curious to know where that job site is? So creepy!
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> In DC in the 50's there was a porn theater; it
> burned down and some people died, later as it was
> being demolished, there were freak accidents and
> yet a few more people died
> (do you see a trend here?)(all of this has been in
> the paper) eventually a new building is built; in
> 1991, my dh was on this jobsite for a complete
> renovation; at this time
> none of the guys really new the above history;
> some guys, dh, included started saying that they
> felt chills(it was summer-no a/c), like they were
> being watched, feeling creepiness.
> My dh kept saying that he felt something "bad"
> following him (he only told his co-workers
> this)And he is(was) a die-hard skeptic-he never
> believed ANY ghost stories; In a month,
> one guy lost a finger, another guy fell down a
> flight of steps(he said it felt like someone
> pushed him), and quite a few guys dodged falling
> objects, another guy tripped and
> broke his arm-there were more accidents at this
> job than the company had had in the last 10 YEARS
> combined.
>
> In june, my dh had a freak accident and cut off
> the tip of his left index finger; he then told me
> about the bad feelings and weird occurrances. Two
> weeks later, he went back to
> work. At 10am, I got this message "Dawn, xxxx has
> been hurt, there is alot of blood, but I think
> he'll live. The paramedicas are taking him to GW"
> My dh had almost lost 1/2 of
> his left hand; He said he felt the presence all
> day, and then a 200 pound peice of cast Iron pipe
> fell, straight down with the open end smashing
> down on his hand-like a 200 pound
> cookie cutter from 10 feet up; The paramedics on
> the scene said that based on what they saw, my dh
> should of lost his hand-it was concrete, dh hand
> and then pipe; the weird thing
> is that my dh said that at the last second he
> actually saw something-a white "blur" push the
> pipe away, so that that is was diverted from
> crushing straight down. After he was hurt
> about 5 guys refused to even put foot on the
> jobsite. After three surgeries and 6mos of rehab,
> my dh could use his hand-but I still get chills
> when I look at the semi-circular scar
> that divides his hand in half.
I work in DC; I'm really curious to know where that job site is? So creepy!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
cicis
()
Date: June 11, 2013 06:59AM
"saw a black figure " After reading this in a few posts. I wonder if it is the angel of death, or a soul collector for the evil? Or if being dark means evil at all? And, a white mist is not evil....?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
ROSIE
()
Date: June 11, 2013 07:33AM
The human body is made of electrical activity. Electrical activity = Life. Energy can never be destroyed only converted. When someone does something enough times or their life ends with trauma or dramatically, it leaves an impression on the atmosphere where it happened. People who are sensitive to this energy can sense or detect that energy. The more sensitive they are the more they sense, feel, or see. I've always been very sensitive to these energies and even when my grandmother died and came to me in my bedroom to tell me to take care of my mom just before the phone rang I tried to convince myself I was dreaming. So I guess that is my explanation as to things I have seen, felt experienced over the years and what others saw and told.
The first place I workd as an aide had been the county "poor house" so a couple hundred years of living and dying happened there. The old home is now the historical society and is open to the public. There is one building that has the name of the assylum. Our county disaster services agency had stuff stored there and I belonged to that unit. I hated going in there anywhere near dark because you could feel the confusion, hate, anger and even in the light you can SEE shadows of things that aren't there. The "new home" was built and all were moved just down the road back in 1976. I started working there as an aide when I turned 18 and even though I've left there several times I still work there as the Restorative RN now. When I first worked there; There was a LPN (grandfathered from an aide, yes they did that not so long ago.) that had the best stories. Some of the things she said would curl your hair. But I always thought they were just that. stories! Boy was I wrong. Even though the home was newly built and on farmland all of the residents and I think probably some of the energy moved with them. The wierdest things happened. One night I was working on one section and one of our residents died. A friend and I were cleaning him up to prepare him for the funeral home and the light above the sink started turning itself off and on. Not only did the light turn off and on but the switch moved. Man did I get out of that room as fast as I could. Another nite I was on the other end and we had 3 gentlemen in the ward that had lost their legs and minds to untreated syphilis. Now note I said there minds were lost. A few rooms down a woman that we were expecting to die did so. At that very minute one of the men in the ward sat up starting talking perfect sense asked some questions and went back to sleep. Also the couple acrossed the hall had a clock radio that the alarm no long worked in but they always still listened to the radio. That same time that alarm went off and stayed on till we went to check Olive and found that she had passed. Those were the mild stories. I don't know if I just wasn't as sensitive then or if I ignored a lot but it stayed about that mild.
My grandmother lived in one of the old mansion homes in the area. She could also tell you tales that would curl your hair but I always took it with a grain of salt. But I have to admit you sensed a lot just being in the home. I went to work there as an RN charge nurse just before they built a new home on the same ground and when it was done they tore down the old mansion home. Well believe me those energies moved into the new building quicker than we could. Call lights turning off and on, lights etc., even keys locking themselves in locked rooms etc. (The new home was equipped with surveilance cameras and that's how we found the keys.) Needless to say I started believing my grandmothers stories. There was a man in the old home that died before I worked there and after my grandmother died so I had never seen or heard of him before. I would see him EVERY nite walking down the hall from his room and when he'd cross the threshold to the dining room would step very high as if there were a large step there. It was driving me nuts so I finally asked some of the aides that had been there a long time and described him to them they said oh that just "flicky" he always did that. I sometimes believe they stayed there because they had no others in their lives. Most of them came from the state hospital that had closed and the staff was really their only family. There were several of them that I would see a lot doing just as they had done in life looking and acting in the same manner. Was it just energy or were we the only ones that were there for them in life so they stayed in death.
The first place I workd as an aide had been the county "poor house" so a couple hundred years of living and dying happened there. The old home is now the historical society and is open to the public. There is one building that has the name of the assylum. Our county disaster services agency had stuff stored there and I belonged to that unit. I hated going in there anywhere near dark because you could feel the confusion, hate, anger and even in the light you can SEE shadows of things that aren't there. The "new home" was built and all were moved just down the road back in 1976. I started working there as an aide when I turned 18 and even though I've left there several times I still work there as the Restorative RN now. When I first worked there; There was a LPN (grandfathered from an aide, yes they did that not so long ago.) that had the best stories. Some of the things she said would curl your hair. But I always thought they were just that. stories! Boy was I wrong. Even though the home was newly built and on farmland all of the residents and I think probably some of the energy moved with them. The wierdest things happened. One night I was working on one section and one of our residents died. A friend and I were cleaning him up to prepare him for the funeral home and the light above the sink started turning itself off and on. Not only did the light turn off and on but the switch moved. Man did I get out of that room as fast as I could. Another nite I was on the other end and we had 3 gentlemen in the ward that had lost their legs and minds to untreated syphilis. Now note I said there minds were lost. A few rooms down a woman that we were expecting to die did so. At that very minute one of the men in the ward sat up starting talking perfect sense asked some questions and went back to sleep. Also the couple acrossed the hall had a clock radio that the alarm no long worked in but they always still listened to the radio. That same time that alarm went off and stayed on till we went to check Olive and found that she had passed. Those were the mild stories. I don't know if I just wasn't as sensitive then or if I ignored a lot but it stayed about that mild.
My grandmother lived in one of the old mansion homes in the area. She could also tell you tales that would curl your hair but I always took it with a grain of salt. But I have to admit you sensed a lot just being in the home. I went to work there as an RN charge nurse just before they built a new home on the same ground and when it was done they tore down the old mansion home. Well believe me those energies moved into the new building quicker than we could. Call lights turning off and on, lights etc., even keys locking themselves in locked rooms etc. (The new home was equipped with surveilance cameras and that's how we found the keys.) Needless to say I started believing my grandmothers stories. There was a man in the old home that died before I worked there and after my grandmother died so I had never seen or heard of him before. I would see him EVERY nite walking down the hall from his room and when he'd cross the threshold to the dining room would step very high as if there were a large step there. It was driving me nuts so I finally asked some of the aides that had been there a long time and described him to them they said oh that just "flicky" he always did that. I sometimes believe they stayed there because they had no others in their lives. Most of them came from the state hospital that had closed and the staff was really their only family. There were several of them that I would see a lot doing just as they had done in life looking and acting in the same manner. Was it just energy or were we the only ones that were there for them in life so they stayed in death.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
SueH
()
Date: June 11, 2013 07:34AM
cicis Wrote:
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> "saw a black figure " After reading this in a few
> posts. I wonder if it is the angel of death, or a
> soul collector for the evil? Or if being dark
> means evil at all? And, a white mist is not
> evil....?
There are a couple of excellent books, "Life After Death" and "Life After Death Revisited." They have been out for a while
so may need to be ordered but last time I looked were readily available on www.half.com or Amazon.com. I can't remember the
author's name but he was originally an unbeliever and set out to disprove the stories of after death experiences. There are
some absolutely fascinating stories in the two books and the author outlines the similarities present in most of these
occurrences.
-------------------------------------------------------
> "saw a black figure " After reading this in a few
> posts. I wonder if it is the angel of death, or a
> soul collector for the evil? Or if being dark
> means evil at all? And, a white mist is not
> evil....?
There are a couple of excellent books, "Life After Death" and "Life After Death Revisited." They have been out for a while
so may need to be ordered but last time I looked were readily available on www.half.com or Amazon.com. I can't remember the
author's name but he was originally an unbeliever and set out to disprove the stories of after death experiences. There are
some absolutely fascinating stories in the two books and the author outlines the similarities present in most of these
occurrences.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Navy Corpsman
()
Date: June 11, 2013 08:02AM
I heard this from a guy I knew some years ago. He was a corpsman in the Navy at the time, working at a Naval hospital in Baltimore (I think). Anyway this hospital was next to a military cementry, that dated all the way back to the Revolutionary War. One night he was passing meds and saw a man walking towards him in old fashioned military garb, you know like those Civil War re-enactors, and that's what he thought he was seeing until he realized that he could see thru the guy. He was so scared that he couldn't move and watched this apparition walk right thru his med cart, thru the wall to the outside and head back toward the cementry. He put in for a transfer the next day
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
sweet goodbyes
()
Date: June 11, 2013 08:30AM
When my Mom passed away she talked to my Dad who had passed away 5 years earlier. She got this big smile on her face and commented on how young and handsome he was. She also talked about a big rock that was in the room, and that when they moved the rock it would be her turn to go. It is comforting to know that my parents are together again.
I went through an Agnostic phase when I was a teen. But I have seen things I cannot explain, and it has renewed my faith. My parents still visit me in my sleep. Usually when I am conflicted about something. They will come and haunt my dreams until I make the right decision. I guess even in death they are still looking out for me.
I went through an Agnostic phase when I was a teen. But I have seen things I cannot explain, and it has renewed my faith. My parents still visit me in my sleep. Usually when I am conflicted about something. They will come and haunt my dreams until I make the right decision. I guess even in death they are still looking out for me.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
tink
()
Date: June 11, 2013 08:38AM
i'm with you all who say that ghosts, or the spirits who stay behind after death are not here to harm us. i haven't seen a lot of ghosts, but i have felt the presence of several. in fact, there is a ghost in my house. i haven't ever seen him/her, but this ghost likes my screwdriver for some reason. no matter how many times i put it back in the drawer, it's never where it needs to be when i want it. my boyfriend is not handy be any means, and he never uses it, so i know it's not him. i hear this "ghost" walking around in the house when i'm home alone, but i've never seen him/her. maybe i will, maybe i won't.
i used to work the late shift at the movie theater, and theater number 9 has a ghost. it's a little girl, around 3 years old, with long curly blonde hair, in this frilly little blue dress from i would say late 1800s kind of period. the story is, she was killed on that site back around the turn of the century, and she was killed (hung i think) by her parents. she's scared to go on to the afterlife because she's afraid her parents will be there. there's no explaination for it and most people don't believe me, but i have seen her. theater number 9 is always cold, no matter what temp you set the thermostat on, and last night my bf and i went to see batman in theater 9, and my r hand was cold the whole time. i think she was holding my hand. one of the projection managers who worked with me when i worked there used to talk to this little girl all the time. this little girl likes to hang out by the projector, and the manager was trying to reassure her that if she went on to heaven, jesus would protect her, and her parents couldn't get her if she went to heaven, but i guess her paranormal psychotherapy wasn't working, 'cause i know i felt the presence of this little girl last night while we were watching batman. haven't seen any ghosts or spirits at the hospital yet - still waiting.
i used to work the late shift at the movie theater, and theater number 9 has a ghost. it's a little girl, around 3 years old, with long curly blonde hair, in this frilly little blue dress from i would say late 1800s kind of period. the story is, she was killed on that site back around the turn of the century, and she was killed (hung i think) by her parents. she's scared to go on to the afterlife because she's afraid her parents will be there. there's no explaination for it and most people don't believe me, but i have seen her. theater number 9 is always cold, no matter what temp you set the thermostat on, and last night my bf and i went to see batman in theater 9, and my r hand was cold the whole time. i think she was holding my hand. one of the projection managers who worked with me when i worked there used to talk to this little girl all the time. this little girl likes to hang out by the projector, and the manager was trying to reassure her that if she went on to heaven, jesus would protect her, and her parents couldn't get her if she went to heaven, but i guess her paranormal psychotherapy wasn't working, 'cause i know i felt the presence of this little girl last night while we were watching batman. haven't seen any ghosts or spirits at the hospital yet - still waiting.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
porterwoman
()
Date: June 11, 2013 08:47AM
My mother told me this...She used to work at a photographers, when she was in her late teens or early 20's,
so this would be around 1924. A young woman came in to have her photos taken, but when they were developed,
something had gone wrong, as another woman was in all the pics, standing just behing the girl. When she came
in to look at the proofs, they were very apologetic, showed her the photos and told her that they would do
a retake.
"Oh no! That's my mom! She died six months ago, and we don't have any photos of her!"
so this would be around 1924. A young woman came in to have her photos taken, but when they were developed,
something had gone wrong, as another woman was in all the pics, standing just behing the girl. When she came
in to look at the proofs, they were very apologetic, showed her the photos and told her that they would do
a retake.
"Oh no! That's my mom! She died six months ago, and we don't have any photos of her!"
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Polly
()
Date: June 11, 2013 09:49AM
All right; I can resist no longer. Not a ghost story, but a kind of premonition, perhaps.
My brother, age 20, had been sick for a week with "the flu" when I left for college in 1972 at age 17. Several days later, I hear from my folks that he is in the hospital and has survived a close call with a ruptured appy. (He had been to the doc at least once, if not twice, during this week. But that's another story, as the doc was later disciplined by the state medical society for failure to provide minimal care - not my brother's case.) I was angry with my folks for years for not telling me what was transpiring, but I am mature enough now to realize that they thought they were doing the best thing by not adding to my stress level.
Anyway, the next day, suddenly, without a shadow of a doubt, I KNEW that he had died. I actually hid in a campus building where I knew no one would think to look for me so I could spend a couple hours alone, crying, before I felt ready to face those who would be coming to fetch me and send me home. Which is exactly what happened. My boyfriend-at-the-time had looked for me on another floor of that building, and, unable to find me, was waiting for me at the bike rack outside my dorm when I returned. My brother's death was totally unexpected - pulmonary embolism after ambulating in the hall with his fiance; they were to be married in one month. A tragedy all around.
Another weird thing that I have shared (until now) only with my sister:
About a month after his death, I had a very vivid dream. On a bright, sunny day, with puffy white clouds in an azure sky, I find myself walking down a street. Obviously a new street, as only new construction is visible. Several houses are going up, with many busy workmen about, and I hear the sounds of their talking and hammering as they pound nails in the wall partitions going up. As I pass the first house, my brother jumps down from the open first floor where he is either working or supervising and steps out to greet me. He motions to the house and tells me that he is building this house and that, when it is finished, I will come and live with him there.
That's all I remember, but it is the ONLY dream I've ever had that I can remember for more than a day or two - and this is 33 years later (yep, I'm "mature"). I cannot share this with anyone, for it makes me cry to think of it, which it does now. A few years ago, I finally shared it with my sister, who says she has had the same dream. I am convinced (and comforted by the thought) that when it is my time to pass, my brother will be there to greet me.
My brother, age 20, had been sick for a week with "the flu" when I left for college in 1972 at age 17. Several days later, I hear from my folks that he is in the hospital and has survived a close call with a ruptured appy. (He had been to the doc at least once, if not twice, during this week. But that's another story, as the doc was later disciplined by the state medical society for failure to provide minimal care - not my brother's case.) I was angry with my folks for years for not telling me what was transpiring, but I am mature enough now to realize that they thought they were doing the best thing by not adding to my stress level.
Anyway, the next day, suddenly, without a shadow of a doubt, I KNEW that he had died. I actually hid in a campus building where I knew no one would think to look for me so I could spend a couple hours alone, crying, before I felt ready to face those who would be coming to fetch me and send me home. Which is exactly what happened. My boyfriend-at-the-time had looked for me on another floor of that building, and, unable to find me, was waiting for me at the bike rack outside my dorm when I returned. My brother's death was totally unexpected - pulmonary embolism after ambulating in the hall with his fiance; they were to be married in one month. A tragedy all around.
Another weird thing that I have shared (until now) only with my sister:
About a month after his death, I had a very vivid dream. On a bright, sunny day, with puffy white clouds in an azure sky, I find myself walking down a street. Obviously a new street, as only new construction is visible. Several houses are going up, with many busy workmen about, and I hear the sounds of their talking and hammering as they pound nails in the wall partitions going up. As I pass the first house, my brother jumps down from the open first floor where he is either working or supervising and steps out to greet me. He motions to the house and tells me that he is building this house and that, when it is finished, I will come and live with him there.
That's all I remember, but it is the ONLY dream I've ever had that I can remember for more than a day or two - and this is 33 years later (yep, I'm "mature"). I cannot share this with anyone, for it makes me cry to think of it, which it does now. A few years ago, I finally shared it with my sister, who says she has had the same dream. I am convinced (and comforted by the thought) that when it is my time to pass, my brother will be there to greet me.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
missing them
()
Date: June 11, 2013 11:27AM
Since my dad passed away in April, sometimes when I'm alone in the house watching TV I feel like there's someone standing behind me (our couch sits between two entryways into the living room and one goes into the kitchen). Daddy used to lean in the entryway and keep an eye on the TV while he was waiting for my microwave to heat his water for coffee (he drank that instant crap!). And sometimes at Mama's house I'll smell a new pack of cigarettes - you know, that smell when the wrapper first comes off? Daddy smoked for years, although he kicked his two pack a day habit ages ago. (He used to sneak one now and again in the bathroom like a kid, and spray the place with Glade. It was both sad and hilarious.) Mama has never smoked a day in her life.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
slee2526
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Date: June 11, 2013 12:20PM
I don't consider myself a religious person nor am I sure I believe in ghosts. I've never actually seen one....just and a few random experiences.
1) My dear old grandpa had dementia/alz for many years (diagnosed in '97....passed in '09). Needless to say, his illness was not a short journey. To make matters worse, my family lived in Indiana and my grandparents lived in California. We didn't get to see them very much other than holidays and I was extremely lucky to have spent two childhood summers with them. It was no secret that I was the favorite grandchild, mad I loved my grandparents dearly. As grandpas illness progressed I was growing up and becoming too concerned about things that most young adults are concerned with (ie: college, friends, boyfriends, etc). When I graduated college, I was working as a CNA and it occurred to me one day that I was taking care of old ppl and needed to go see my FAVE old people ASAP! As a graduation gift, my mom sent me to see them. Gramps was in a home in CA at this point and nearly unresponsive and in a wheelchair. He never spoke or made contact with anyone anymore. When I saw him I held his hand and told him Shannon Bird was here. That's was my grandparents nickname for me. He immediately grabbed my hand and sort of stroked it, but still had his usual glazed over look in His eyes. I swear he knew I was there. During the same visit my grandmother told me that my non responsive had been randomly asking for his brother John out loud and appeared to have been addressing someone. John had been dead for many years. I flew home and he passed away two weeks later. I was the last of the grandchildren that he hadn't seen in a while.....coincidence that he passed away after seeing his Shannon Bird? Idk!
2) My SO (significant other) had a childhood friend who's house was haunted. He used to hang there as a kid, and oddly enough, I was also friends with that guy so I hung out at the same house occasionally. My SO claims to have been playing video games one night with the friend and looked out in the hallway to see an old lady just walking down the hallway. He questioned his friend immediately who just said "oh yeah that's our ghost". The family had seen her before. Apparently they had the house blessed at some point in time. My SO's friend now owns that house. I wonder if he still sees her?
3) last one! I have a nephew, who was 2 at the time this story occurred. We live in a rural area with no neighbors that could have been within eyesight. My nephew and I were outside just messing around and he stopped and look down the long driveway and said "I see you". It actually really creeped me out bc there was literally no one or anything he could have been talking to other than me. And I've always heard kids were sensitive at early ages. He also said "call me!" To the same thing about two seconds later haha so who knows!
Just wanted to share those few things after years of reading this thread!
1) My dear old grandpa had dementia/alz for many years (diagnosed in '97....passed in '09). Needless to say, his illness was not a short journey. To make matters worse, my family lived in Indiana and my grandparents lived in California. We didn't get to see them very much other than holidays and I was extremely lucky to have spent two childhood summers with them. It was no secret that I was the favorite grandchild, mad I loved my grandparents dearly. As grandpas illness progressed I was growing up and becoming too concerned about things that most young adults are concerned with (ie: college, friends, boyfriends, etc). When I graduated college, I was working as a CNA and it occurred to me one day that I was taking care of old ppl and needed to go see my FAVE old people ASAP! As a graduation gift, my mom sent me to see them. Gramps was in a home in CA at this point and nearly unresponsive and in a wheelchair. He never spoke or made contact with anyone anymore. When I saw him I held his hand and told him Shannon Bird was here. That's was my grandparents nickname for me. He immediately grabbed my hand and sort of stroked it, but still had his usual glazed over look in His eyes. I swear he knew I was there. During the same visit my grandmother told me that my non responsive had been randomly asking for his brother John out loud and appeared to have been addressing someone. John had been dead for many years. I flew home and he passed away two weeks later. I was the last of the grandchildren that he hadn't seen in a while.....coincidence that he passed away after seeing his Shannon Bird? Idk!
2) My SO (significant other) had a childhood friend who's house was haunted. He used to hang there as a kid, and oddly enough, I was also friends with that guy so I hung out at the same house occasionally. My SO claims to have been playing video games one night with the friend and looked out in the hallway to see an old lady just walking down the hallway. He questioned his friend immediately who just said "oh yeah that's our ghost". The family had seen her before. Apparently they had the house blessed at some point in time. My SO's friend now owns that house. I wonder if he still sees her?
3) last one! I have a nephew, who was 2 at the time this story occurred. We live in a rural area with no neighbors that could have been within eyesight. My nephew and I were outside just messing around and he stopped and look down the long driveway and said "I see you". It actually really creeped me out bc there was literally no one or anything he could have been talking to other than me. And I've always heard kids were sensitive at early ages. He also said "call me!" To the same thing about two seconds later haha so who knows!
Just wanted to share those few things after years of reading this thread!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
tigger
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Date: June 11, 2013 04:47PM
Well, I was slunked down on the couch, feeling completely alone, when suddenly I had this feeling I WASN'T alone. At the end of the couch was a recliner and I suddenly was convinced SOMEONE was sitting in the recliner. I sat up on the couch (as you can imagine), and stared at the chair, scared to death. About that time, Tigger ambled out of the bedroom and STOPPED in the middle of the floor. She was staring right at the recliner and would not go any further. In fact, she backed up a couple of steps.
That did it. Very calmly I said out loud that whoever was in the chair was really scaring us and we'd like to not be scared. (I know - WHAT does that mean?) Suddenly I heard myself say, "Grandpa? Is that you?" I wasn't scared anymore, and Tigger actually took a step towards the chair. "I'm OK, Grandpa - I'll be OK," I said, not really aware that I'd intended to say anything. (My grandfather died in 1992.) Tigger walked AROUND the chair, about two feet from it, and did not take her eyes off of it as she walked. No kidding. Just a couple of seconds later I felt alone again - well, alone except for the ferret, who literally gave the chair a wide berth for the rest of the evening. She wouldn't go near the thing.
I have no doubt that animals can see and hear things we can't. I've always believed that.
That did it. Very calmly I said out loud that whoever was in the chair was really scaring us and we'd like to not be scared. (I know - WHAT does that mean?) Suddenly I heard myself say, "Grandpa? Is that you?" I wasn't scared anymore, and Tigger actually took a step towards the chair. "I'm OK, Grandpa - I'll be OK," I said, not really aware that I'd intended to say anything. (My grandfather died in 1992.) Tigger walked AROUND the chair, about two feet from it, and did not take her eyes off of it as she walked. No kidding. Just a couple of seconds later I felt alone again - well, alone except for the ferret, who literally gave the chair a wide berth for the rest of the evening. She wouldn't go near the thing.
I have no doubt that animals can see and hear things we can't. I've always believed that.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Emma1966
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Date: June 12, 2013 07:19AM
When I worked in a nursing home we had a resident that was unpleasant to say the least. One day I was on bell duty (it was my responsibility to answer all the bells for 2 hours), and the man rang his bell and told me that there was a black dog under his bed. I looked under the bed, but there was nothing there. I thought that he could have possibly seen a dog because it was a hot day, and the front door to the home was open. I told him that the dog must have gone out of the door before I arrived. He rang the bell again a short time later, insisting that he could see a dog under the bed, again I couldn't see anything. This carried on. He became quite hysterical on one occasion shouting that the black dog under his bed was trying to bite him, and that it had red eyes. He looked terrified, and I couldn't calm him down for ages until the dog had disappeared. I handed over what happened to the nurse in charge, and went home as it was the end of my shift. The next day I was on an afternoon shift, and found out that the man had died not long after I had gone home.
It really freaked me out. He was a very unpleasant man, and I often wondered if the dog was there to take him away to you know where. One i'll never forget.
It really freaked me out. He was a very unpleasant man, and I often wondered if the dog was there to take him away to you know where. One i'll never forget.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
schroeder
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Date: June 12, 2013 07:48AM
I used to work in an old catholic hospital. Where the labor and delivery unit is located now, it used to be the convent for the nuns that worked at this hospital. One of the nuns died of natural causes years ago. This nun loved and raised numerous varieties of roses. Ever since the OB department was moved to this area, anytime a mother or baby is having difficulties you can smell the scent of roses throughout the whole unit. The OB nurses know to be prepared when they start smelling the scent of roses. If a mother or baby dies, the room suddenly fills with rose petals. It is one of the creepiest, but also loving things that happens. I was standing in a room one night when the baby died. The room filled with white and pink rose petals. The nurses and family was creeped out.
I worked at another hospital where you would see a nurse in the old white dress and cap walk down the hallway and smile at you. Then she would walk into a patient's room and apply wrist restraints. All the nurses knew her. It was just Mildred who died 60 years ago. You just had to follow her so you can take the wrist restraints off.
I worked at another hospital where you would see a nurse in the old white dress and cap walk down the hallway and smile at you. Then she would walk into a patient's room and apply wrist restraints. All the nurses knew her. It was just Mildred who died 60 years ago. You just had to follow her so you can take the wrist restraints off.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Lucretia
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Date: June 26, 2013 07:12AM
Recently my family had very nice birthday party for my nephew Diego at the Hidden Pond Park. We got a nice program from the kids who helped out there, the kids told us parents that the place was haunted by ghosts of people who used to work there.
While in the basement of the nature place I was cleaning up after our party I was alone when I see a balloon just float by itself as if being pulled along by an unseen hand. All other balloons were on the floor - but this red one was being pulled around by the air or something. When my sister and mother come into room the balloon fell to the ground. It's very strange.
While in the basement of the nature place I was cleaning up after our party I was alone when I see a balloon just float by itself as if being pulled along by an unseen hand. All other balloons were on the floor - but this red one was being pulled around by the air or something. When my sister and mother come into room the balloon fell to the ground. It's very strange.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Geslina
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Date: June 26, 2013 07:48AM
Seems that there are a lot of ghost stories in LTC facilities, and no surprise, with all the deaths. I am now working at a place that was built in the 60's, and one of the new 11-7 nurses told me that one night some of the nurses who had been there a while were trading creepy stories about the place....of course, I started asking around, and I got the usual stuff - call lights going on in rooms that patients had recently died in, the occasional late night sighting of a figure that on further inspection had disappeared - things like that.
By far the best story is the one I will tell here.
The building is one story, somewhat modern in the 70's style. Each unit has 4 halls radiating out from the nurses station, with 2 of the halls ending in glass exit doors. My unit is at the back of the building, facing the woods. Patients rooms have one outside wall of large windows. About 3 years ago, a new resident with mostly physical issues, only slight dementia, was admitted. She was in the last room at the end of one of the exit halls. After she had been there about a week, she started complaining about a man outside, looking in her windows. At first the nurses blew it off, thinking she was just confused, being in a new place, etc - I mean, some of the things the patients say are pretty wild, we are used to hearing all kinds of crazy things. But, with this lady, the complaints of this man became regular, and did not differ - always a man, standing right outside her window, looking in at her. They thought maybe we had a peeping Tom, and one of the male nurses started going outside to look every time she said the man was there. Being a heavily wooded area, there were a lot of places someone could hide - and he never found anyone out there. When one of the nurses questioned the resident more closely, she just said the same thing - a man, standing outside in the dark, right up close to her window, looking in at her. What really creeped me out is that she said she could see his eyes shining. Eventually she was transferred somewhere else, and no one else has complained about this man...but I am always on the lookout for him when I have to go in that room at night.....
By far the best story is the one I will tell here.
The building is one story, somewhat modern in the 70's style. Each unit has 4 halls radiating out from the nurses station, with 2 of the halls ending in glass exit doors. My unit is at the back of the building, facing the woods. Patients rooms have one outside wall of large windows. About 3 years ago, a new resident with mostly physical issues, only slight dementia, was admitted. She was in the last room at the end of one of the exit halls. After she had been there about a week, she started complaining about a man outside, looking in her windows. At first the nurses blew it off, thinking she was just confused, being in a new place, etc - I mean, some of the things the patients say are pretty wild, we are used to hearing all kinds of crazy things. But, with this lady, the complaints of this man became regular, and did not differ - always a man, standing right outside her window, looking in at her. They thought maybe we had a peeping Tom, and one of the male nurses started going outside to look every time she said the man was there. Being a heavily wooded area, there were a lot of places someone could hide - and he never found anyone out there. When one of the nurses questioned the resident more closely, she just said the same thing - a man, standing outside in the dark, right up close to her window, looking in at her. What really creeped me out is that she said she could see his eyes shining. Eventually she was transferred somewhere else, and no one else has complained about this man...but I am always on the lookout for him when I have to go in that room at night.....
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
JMart83
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Date: June 26, 2013 08:21AM
My best friend's family is very devout Catholic. Her mother "Pat" is a very level-headed woman, has no flair for the dramatic, is just an all around straight shooter so I don't think she would make this up. In the summer of 1980 she had given birth to her fourth son. Although she had three other children, this baby was the first child of her second husband's. Her new husband was very excited to take on the father role of his newly blended family, but the birth of his own blood heir brought him some sadness. His mother, who he had been extremely close to, had recently passed away after a long battle with the after effects of a stroke, before she had a chance to meet her daughter-in-law or new grandchildren. At the time, it was something that he really struggled with and Pat said her new husband's sadness was often palpable.
One night, long after everyone else in the home had gone to bed, Pat heard the baby making a fuss and got up to nurse him in his room. After she was done feeding him and he had drifted off to sleep, Pat laid him in the crib and sat back down in the rocker instead of going back to bed. Pat was just sitting there rocking and looking at the crib when all of a sudden the entire right side of her body went numb and then became paralyzed. She sat in the chair for several minutes, unable to call out, trying to will the right side of body to move to no avail, panicked. Then, for reasons unknownst to her, Pat felt this overwhelming sense of calm and then a strong urge to grab the baby. So she struggled out of the rocker and dragged herself across the floor to the crib using only her left side. Pat was eventually able to grab the baby out of the crib and lay with him on the floor, holding him in her arms, rocking him while he slept. This went on for the next couple of hours. Pat says during this time she was completely lucid and calm but had no control over her voice or body, so she just stayed in her own head at peace and prayed. Eventually Pat drifted off to sleep and woke up the next morning able to move and speak again, on the floor with the baby.
Once she gathered herself, Pat woke her husband to tell him what had just happened and he was moved to tears. He explained to Pat that it must have been his mother visiting them, wanting to spend time with his first biological son, her grandchild. Prior to this, Pat had heard many stories about the woman who would have been her mother-in-law and knew she had passed because of a stroke, but she hadn't known until that morning that her mother-in-law had been paralyzed on her right side while she was alive. To this day, Pat just glows when she shares this story. She feels blessed that she got to "meet" her mother-in-law and could be the vessel that allowed her mother-in-law to "meet" her first grandchild as well.
One night, long after everyone else in the home had gone to bed, Pat heard the baby making a fuss and got up to nurse him in his room. After she was done feeding him and he had drifted off to sleep, Pat laid him in the crib and sat back down in the rocker instead of going back to bed. Pat was just sitting there rocking and looking at the crib when all of a sudden the entire right side of her body went numb and then became paralyzed. She sat in the chair for several minutes, unable to call out, trying to will the right side of body to move to no avail, panicked. Then, for reasons unknownst to her, Pat felt this overwhelming sense of calm and then a strong urge to grab the baby. So she struggled out of the rocker and dragged herself across the floor to the crib using only her left side. Pat was eventually able to grab the baby out of the crib and lay with him on the floor, holding him in her arms, rocking him while he slept. This went on for the next couple of hours. Pat says during this time she was completely lucid and calm but had no control over her voice or body, so she just stayed in her own head at peace and prayed. Eventually Pat drifted off to sleep and woke up the next morning able to move and speak again, on the floor with the baby.
Once she gathered herself, Pat woke her husband to tell him what had just happened and he was moved to tears. He explained to Pat that it must have been his mother visiting them, wanting to spend time with his first biological son, her grandchild. Prior to this, Pat had heard many stories about the woman who would have been her mother-in-law and knew she had passed because of a stroke, but she hadn't known until that morning that her mother-in-law had been paralyzed on her right side while she was alive. To this day, Pat just glows when she shares this story. She feels blessed that she got to "meet" her mother-in-law and could be the vessel that allowed her mother-in-law to "meet" her first grandchild as well.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Tim1
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Date: June 26, 2013 08:51AM
I was on the Rappahannock River one afternoon fishing when I decided to start filming the eagles instead
since they were catching all the fish. Needless to say they out fished me. While I was filming the eagles
I saw something out of the left corner of my eye, it was a woman in white shorts and t-shirt, she was jogging.
When she passed by me I slowly looked the other way, I was checking her out. Well when I looked to my right
she was gone. It scared me so bad that I wouldn't talk about it until now and this happened to me over 15 years
ago.
since they were catching all the fish. Needless to say they out fished me. While I was filming the eagles
I saw something out of the left corner of my eye, it was a woman in white shorts and t-shirt, she was jogging.
When she passed by me I slowly looked the other way, I was checking her out. Well when I looked to my right
she was gone. It scared me so bad that I wouldn't talk about it until now and this happened to me over 15 years
ago.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
alexilly
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Date: June 26, 2013 01:31PM
I've shared this story on another thread but I believe my daughter gets visited by her great-grandmother. She used to tell us stories about her Nana all of the time which is funny because Nana died two days after my daughter was born. Before she died though, she used to tell me to hurry up and give her a baby girl. She was so excited about having a great granddaughter.
The most alarming story began when my daughter was 2.5 years old. She came to me and told me that her Nana was taking care of her little brother and that he would be coming to live with us soon. I laughed her off because my husband and I were taking every precaution, outside of abstinence, to avoid a pregnancy. I always knew within the first three weeks if I were expecting and there were no symptoms. Anyhow, after a couple of months I started feeling weird. I went to the doctor for a checkup and he decided to do a pregnancy test. The test came back negative. I started taking vitamins and trying to get some extra sleep because I was really dragging. I kept feeling this way for about another month, and I missed my period, so I went back to the doctor. Another pregnancy test, another negative result. We chalked it up to the financial stress we were under. He gave me some medication to bring my period on. After about two weeks the period didn't come but I kept remembering my daughter telling me about her little brother. Even if the tests had come back positive, my husband and I figured we would terminate the pregnancy because we were in no position to care for another child. I actually called some clinics to get information about the procedure because I've never had one and wanted to be informed. After finishing the medication, I went back to the doctor. He gave me another pregnancy test, this one came back positive. I was immediately scheduled for an ultrasound to make sure everything was ok. I found out I was 4.5 months pregnant. Too far along for me to feel ok about terminating. I also found out the baby was a boy. I was floored. Nana told my daughter that she had my baby boy, waiting for him to come home. She still tells us stories about her Nana but she seems to be more uncomfortable now that she is 9 years old.
The most alarming story began when my daughter was 2.5 years old. She came to me and told me that her Nana was taking care of her little brother and that he would be coming to live with us soon. I laughed her off because my husband and I were taking every precaution, outside of abstinence, to avoid a pregnancy. I always knew within the first three weeks if I were expecting and there were no symptoms. Anyhow, after a couple of months I started feeling weird. I went to the doctor for a checkup and he decided to do a pregnancy test. The test came back negative. I started taking vitamins and trying to get some extra sleep because I was really dragging. I kept feeling this way for about another month, and I missed my period, so I went back to the doctor. Another pregnancy test, another negative result. We chalked it up to the financial stress we were under. He gave me some medication to bring my period on. After about two weeks the period didn't come but I kept remembering my daughter telling me about her little brother. Even if the tests had come back positive, my husband and I figured we would terminate the pregnancy because we were in no position to care for another child. I actually called some clinics to get information about the procedure because I've never had one and wanted to be informed. After finishing the medication, I went back to the doctor. He gave me another pregnancy test, this one came back positive. I was immediately scheduled for an ultrasound to make sure everything was ok. I found out I was 4.5 months pregnant. Too far along for me to feel ok about terminating. I also found out the baby was a boy. I was floored. Nana told my daughter that she had my baby boy, waiting for him to come home. She still tells us stories about her Nana but she seems to be more uncomfortable now that she is 9 years old.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Cascades / Sterling VA
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Date: June 26, 2013 05:30PM
It was in the summer of last year . When I went for a walk on the walking path in sugarland in Sterling . I saw this girl standing by a tree she was crying and holding a suit case . Than as I got closer to her she walked up to me and said I'm running away from home.
I said I'm sorry to hear. I looked up the walking path to see where she went and she was gone. I asked someone that has lived here for many years . And they told me the little girl is nine years old she got mad at her parents. And she was running away than she changed her mind and was headed back home and a drunk driver had hit her and killed her . I could tell she was a ghost she was pale and had the look of a nine year old back in the seventies.
I said I'm sorry to hear. I looked up the walking path to see where she went and she was gone. I asked someone that has lived here for many years . And they told me the little girl is nine years old she got mad at her parents. And she was running away than she changed her mind and was headed back home and a drunk driver had hit her and killed her . I could tell she was a ghost she was pale and had the look of a nine year old back in the seventies.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
MamaTheNurse
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Date: June 27, 2013 08:12AM
Patients in our psych ward frequently complain to staff that they hear babies crying at night and one patient even saw baby footprints on the ceiling of her room one night - well, the OB department used to be in that space decades ago and is now in a totally different building across town (we have 2 different campuses to our hospital)
My best friend's grandfather died unexpectedly when we were in high school and her older sister, Lise, was very sad because she was 7-8 mos pregnant and her child would have been his first great-grandchild. A few weeks after the baby was born, Lise's husband was working 11-7 and she had the baby in a bassinet at the foot of her bed. She woke up suddenly and saw a figure at the end of the bed looking into the bassinet and she called "Randy (her husband) - is that you?" The figure looked up and she saw it was her grandfather, wearing the old plaid cap that he always wore and he said in his Scottish accent "It's ok - it's just me, Granda. I just wanted to see my great-grandchild. He's just beautiful." And then he disappeared. The baby never woke up at all through all of this.
I had a patient die slowly on my shift, surrounded by family. At various times of the day, he would call out names of family members who were already dead and comment on them in some way. For example, he called out "Hey Joe, you still smell! How about that?" and he started laughing. (Apparently, Uncle Joe had arthritis really bad in his shoulders and used to slather himself with some really strong smelling ointment) All day, he did this without opening his eyes. It freaked the family out at first, but they got used to it and I think it helped them let go of him because they knew he was going to be going to where family was.
My mother's father was comatose and dying. My parents were living literally on the other side of the country (in Canada) and they were hauling butt to get home before he died. (On a side note, my grandfather was very fastidious and always made sure his hair was just so and he was clean-shaven his whole life - which wasn't always easy to pull off since he was a logger and worked away from home for weeks a time in logging camps.) Anyway, my parents got to the hospital and my grandmother told him who had come - my mother is the oldest but the only one who didn't live local. He hadn't opened his eyes for days but he opened his eyes to look at my parents and then closed them again. He lived through the night and in the morning, the nurses came in and cleaned him up and he hadn't been shaved in a day or two so they did that too. 5-10 minutes after he was cleaned up, with my grandmother and all 6 kids around him, he opened his eyes, nodded and died. I think he was waiting for my mom and also didn't want to die unshaven.
My best friend's grandfather died unexpectedly when we were in high school and her older sister, Lise, was very sad because she was 7-8 mos pregnant and her child would have been his first great-grandchild. A few weeks after the baby was born, Lise's husband was working 11-7 and she had the baby in a bassinet at the foot of her bed. She woke up suddenly and saw a figure at the end of the bed looking into the bassinet and she called "Randy (her husband) - is that you?" The figure looked up and she saw it was her grandfather, wearing the old plaid cap that he always wore and he said in his Scottish accent "It's ok - it's just me, Granda. I just wanted to see my great-grandchild. He's just beautiful." And then he disappeared. The baby never woke up at all through all of this.
I had a patient die slowly on my shift, surrounded by family. At various times of the day, he would call out names of family members who were already dead and comment on them in some way. For example, he called out "Hey Joe, you still smell! How about that?" and he started laughing. (Apparently, Uncle Joe had arthritis really bad in his shoulders and used to slather himself with some really strong smelling ointment) All day, he did this without opening his eyes. It freaked the family out at first, but they got used to it and I think it helped them let go of him because they knew he was going to be going to where family was.
My mother's father was comatose and dying. My parents were living literally on the other side of the country (in Canada) and they were hauling butt to get home before he died. (On a side note, my grandfather was very fastidious and always made sure his hair was just so and he was clean-shaven his whole life - which wasn't always easy to pull off since he was a logger and worked away from home for weeks a time in logging camps.) Anyway, my parents got to the hospital and my grandmother told him who had come - my mother is the oldest but the only one who didn't live local. He hadn't opened his eyes for days but he opened his eyes to look at my parents and then closed them again. He lived through the night and in the morning, the nurses came in and cleaned him up and he hadn't been shaved in a day or two so they did that too. 5-10 minutes after he was cleaned up, with my grandmother and all 6 kids around him, he opened his eyes, nodded and died. I think he was waiting for my mom and also didn't want to die unshaven.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
JazzyGrace
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Date: June 27, 2013 03:19PM
Mofo Wrote:
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> Hmm no civil war ghosts from Manassas?
Actually, just north of Manassas in Warrenton there's a bridge over a small stream on Old Waterloo Rd (known as Rappahannock Station I) where JEB (on Culpepper Co side) was defeated by Jackson (Facquier Co side); 226 soldiers died there. There's a big field on where I assume soldiers camped because it's big enough.
Last Sat night of the super moon (sober and not on drugs, mind you), my sis-in-law & I were there at 12:30 a.m. We both looked at each other at the exact same time and I asked, "did you hear 2 drum beats?" Her eyes wide, she said yes. I heard 1 drum beat at 11 p.m. two weeks earlier when I went alone. There were lots of orbs (I'm a skeptic) until she complained her eyes were burning. I snapped a pic - and voila! There is an orb at her shoulder blade with a big, red blur below that. (NO comment from idiots, please!)
Went again same night at 3:05 a.m. with brother, and we heard TWO distinct booms from maybe two hills away-not loud, but loud enough to be caught on my voice recorder. NOT an M-80 nor fireworks. Plus we were driving home and bro said, "If someone had done that there would have been echos throughout the hills. There were none! Took Ghost Radar (skeptic as well) until we got the words: engineer (who rebuilt the bridge); difficulty (fighting); and others I can't remember right now.
Sis-in-law's parents there since mid-80s, and they, too, have heard lots of other stories.
Other reports:
The house on the Culpepper side was old post office, now private residence. Bro took photo back in the fall with two distinct red dots, and I swear it appeared the body was bending over, like they were looking at us, and there was a huge mist in the pic. NO ONE was smoking!
Sis-in-law's son saw the body of a man hanging from the center of the bridge, which was there Aug 1862 but rebuilt 1919. NO, he was NOT on drugs. He also saw a campfire at the far end of the stream.
There's an antebellum home next to the old post office where a local said one kid asked their mom, "who was the man in the gray suit with the bleeding arm?"
I swear...two weeks ago when I went alone I had my voice recorder and asked the normal questions: who's here? does anyone want to talk to me? I swear to god I heard, right after I asked, "can you tell me your name?" I heard a shout of "JACKson." I didn't know he was actually there until I did research the next day!
So, if anyone is bored, I suggest going! It is really cook because on the Facquier side there's a curve, and you park on the Culpepper side and walk on the bridge--it is so dark you can't even side the other side of the bridge! Creepy and fun to go!
PLEASE POST IF ANYONE HAS ANY EXPERIENCES.
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> Hmm no civil war ghosts from Manassas?
Actually, just north of Manassas in Warrenton there's a bridge over a small stream on Old Waterloo Rd (known as Rappahannock Station I) where JEB (on Culpepper Co side) was defeated by Jackson (Facquier Co side); 226 soldiers died there. There's a big field on where I assume soldiers camped because it's big enough.
Last Sat night of the super moon (sober and not on drugs, mind you), my sis-in-law & I were there at 12:30 a.m. We both looked at each other at the exact same time and I asked, "did you hear 2 drum beats?" Her eyes wide, she said yes. I heard 1 drum beat at 11 p.m. two weeks earlier when I went alone. There were lots of orbs (I'm a skeptic) until she complained her eyes were burning. I snapped a pic - and voila! There is an orb at her shoulder blade with a big, red blur below that. (NO comment from idiots, please!)
Went again same night at 3:05 a.m. with brother, and we heard TWO distinct booms from maybe two hills away-not loud, but loud enough to be caught on my voice recorder. NOT an M-80 nor fireworks. Plus we were driving home and bro said, "If someone had done that there would have been echos throughout the hills. There were none! Took Ghost Radar (skeptic as well) until we got the words: engineer (who rebuilt the bridge); difficulty (fighting); and others I can't remember right now.
Sis-in-law's parents there since mid-80s, and they, too, have heard lots of other stories.
Other reports:
The house on the Culpepper side was old post office, now private residence. Bro took photo back in the fall with two distinct red dots, and I swear it appeared the body was bending over, like they were looking at us, and there was a huge mist in the pic. NO ONE was smoking!
Sis-in-law's son saw the body of a man hanging from the center of the bridge, which was there Aug 1862 but rebuilt 1919. NO, he was NOT on drugs. He also saw a campfire at the far end of the stream.
There's an antebellum home next to the old post office where a local said one kid asked their mom, "who was the man in the gray suit with the bleeding arm?"
I swear...two weeks ago when I went alone I had my voice recorder and asked the normal questions: who's here? does anyone want to talk to me? I swear to god I heard, right after I asked, "can you tell me your name?" I heard a shout of "JACKson." I didn't know he was actually there until I did research the next day!
So, if anyone is bored, I suggest going! It is really cook because on the Facquier side there's a curve, and you park on the Culpepper side and walk on the bridge--it is so dark you can't even side the other side of the bridge! Creepy and fun to go!
PLEASE POST IF ANYONE HAS ANY EXPERIENCES.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
asfsafdsadf
()
Date: June 27, 2013 03:45PM
JazzyGrace Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Mofo Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Hmm no civil war ghosts from Manassas?
>
> Actually, just north of Manassas in Warrenton
> there's a bridge over a small stream on Old
> Waterloo Rd (known as Rappahannock Station I)
> where JEB (on Culpepper Co side) was defeated by
> Jackson (Facquier Co side); 226 soldiers died
> there. There's a big field on where I assume
> soldiers camped because it's big enough.
>
> Last Sat night of the super moon (sober and not on
> drugs, mind you), my sis-in-law & I were there at
> 12:30 a.m. We both looked at each other at the
> exact same time and I asked, "did you hear 2 drum
> beats?" Her eyes wide, she said yes. I heard 1
> drum beat at 11 p.m. two weeks earlier when I went
> alone. There were lots of orbs (I'm a skeptic)
> until she complained her eyes were burning. I
> snapped a pic - and voila! There is an orb at her
> shoulder blade with a big, red blur below that.
> (NO comment from idiots, please!)
>
> Went again same night at 3:05 a.m. with brother,
> and we heard TWO distinct booms from maybe two
> hills away-not loud, but loud enough to be caught
> on my voice recorder. NOT an M-80 nor fireworks.
> Plus we were driving home and bro said, "If
> someone had done that there would have been echos
> throughout the hills. There were none! Took Ghost
> Radar (skeptic as well) until we got the words:
> engineer (who rebuilt the bridge); difficulty
> (fighting); and others I can't remember right
> now.
>
> Sis-in-law's parents there since mid-80s, and
> they, too, have heard lots of other stories.
>
> Other reports:
>
> The house on the Culpepper side was old post
> office, now private residence. Bro took photo back
> in the fall with two distinct red dots, and I
> swear it appeared the body was bending over, like
> they were looking at us, and there was a huge mist
> in the pic. NO ONE was smoking!
>
> Sis-in-law's son saw the body of a man hanging
> from the center of the bridge, which was there Aug
> 1862 but rebuilt 1919. NO, he was NOT on drugs. He
> also saw a campfire at the far end of the stream.
>
> There's an antebellum home next to the old post
> office where a local said one kid asked their mom,
> "who was the man in the gray suit with the
> bleeding arm?"
>
> I swear...two weeks ago when I went alone I had my
> voice recorder and asked the normal questions:
> who's here? does anyone want to talk to me? I
> swear to god I heard, right after I asked, "can
> you tell me your name?" I heard a shout of
> "JACKson." I didn't know he was actually there
> until I did research the next day!
>
> So, if anyone is bored, I suggest going! It is
> really cook because on the Facquier side there's a
> curve, and you park on the Culpepper side and walk
> on the bridge--it is so dark you can't even side
> the other side of the bridge! Creepy and fun to
> go!
>
> PLEASE POST IF ANYONE HAS ANY EXPERIENCES.
Wow, that's a great story. Can you post up the picture so we can see it? All you have to do is have in on your computer and attach it when you post.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Mofo Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Hmm no civil war ghosts from Manassas?
>
> Actually, just north of Manassas in Warrenton
> there's a bridge over a small stream on Old
> Waterloo Rd (known as Rappahannock Station I)
> where JEB (on Culpepper Co side) was defeated by
> Jackson (Facquier Co side); 226 soldiers died
> there. There's a big field on where I assume
> soldiers camped because it's big enough.
>
> Last Sat night of the super moon (sober and not on
> drugs, mind you), my sis-in-law & I were there at
> 12:30 a.m. We both looked at each other at the
> exact same time and I asked, "did you hear 2 drum
> beats?" Her eyes wide, she said yes. I heard 1
> drum beat at 11 p.m. two weeks earlier when I went
> alone. There were lots of orbs (I'm a skeptic)
> until she complained her eyes were burning. I
> snapped a pic - and voila! There is an orb at her
> shoulder blade with a big, red blur below that.
> (NO comment from idiots, please!)
>
> Went again same night at 3:05 a.m. with brother,
> and we heard TWO distinct booms from maybe two
> hills away-not loud, but loud enough to be caught
> on my voice recorder. NOT an M-80 nor fireworks.
> Plus we were driving home and bro said, "If
> someone had done that there would have been echos
> throughout the hills. There were none! Took Ghost
> Radar (skeptic as well) until we got the words:
> engineer (who rebuilt the bridge); difficulty
> (fighting); and others I can't remember right
> now.
>
> Sis-in-law's parents there since mid-80s, and
> they, too, have heard lots of other stories.
>
> Other reports:
>
> The house on the Culpepper side was old post
> office, now private residence. Bro took photo back
> in the fall with two distinct red dots, and I
> swear it appeared the body was bending over, like
> they were looking at us, and there was a huge mist
> in the pic. NO ONE was smoking!
>
> Sis-in-law's son saw the body of a man hanging
> from the center of the bridge, which was there Aug
> 1862 but rebuilt 1919. NO, he was NOT on drugs. He
> also saw a campfire at the far end of the stream.
>
> There's an antebellum home next to the old post
> office where a local said one kid asked their mom,
> "who was the man in the gray suit with the
> bleeding arm?"
>
> I swear...two weeks ago when I went alone I had my
> voice recorder and asked the normal questions:
> who's here? does anyone want to talk to me? I
> swear to god I heard, right after I asked, "can
> you tell me your name?" I heard a shout of
> "JACKson." I didn't know he was actually there
> until I did research the next day!
>
> So, if anyone is bored, I suggest going! It is
> really cook because on the Facquier side there's a
> curve, and you park on the Culpepper side and walk
> on the bridge--it is so dark you can't even side
> the other side of the bridge! Creepy and fun to
> go!
>
> PLEASE POST IF ANYONE HAS ANY EXPERIENCES.
Wow, that's a great story. Can you post up the picture so we can see it? All you have to do is have in on your computer and attach it when you post.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Michelles
()
Date: June 28, 2013 02:52PM
My daughters boyfriend took this photo last Saturday night at about 1:30 am and by chance later realized in the top right side there is a man in the picture over my dog that sleeps. We are still investigating and trying to learn more about this figure in the picture.
Our home is only 6 years old but is built on what use to be many Union camps.
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Our home is only 6 years old but is built on what use to be many Union camps.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
JazzyGrace
()
Date: June 28, 2013 09:46PM
1ST PHOTO: Ribbon-spirit. This cannot be a bug due to the fact that it seems to stop midair then fly straight down again. NO ONE was smoking; we have pics w/smoke, and they are not ribbon-shaped nor as defined as this.
2nd PHOTO: Mist over bridge railing - This is not a reflection of anything on the bridge because other pics do not show this.
Sadly, photo of sis-in-law didn't show orb behind her, and I assume the other photos of orbs won't show here either. I will try again, though!
JazzyGrace Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Mofo Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Hmm no civil war ghosts from Manassas?
>
> Actually, just north of Manassas in Warrenton
> there's a bridge over a small stream on Old
> Waterloo Rd (known as Rappahannock Station I)
> where JEB (on Culpepper Co side) was defeated by
> Jackson (Facquier Co side); 226 soldiers died
> there. There's a big field on where I assume
> soldiers camped because it's big enough.
>
> Last Sat night of the super moon (sober and not on
> drugs, mind you), my sis-in-law & I were there at
> 12:30 a.m. We both looked at each other at the
> exact same time and I asked, "did you hear 2 drum
> beats?" Her eyes wide, she said yes. I heard 1
> drum beat at 11 p.m. two weeks earlier when I went
> alone. There were lots of orbs (I'm a skeptic)
> until she complained her eyes were burning. I
> snapped a pic - and voila! There is an orb at her
> shoulder blade with a big, red blur below that.
> (NO comment from idiots, please!)
>
> Went again same night at 3:05 a.m. with brother,
> and we heard TWO distinct booms from maybe two
> hills away-not loud, but loud enough to be caught
> on my voice recorder. NOT an M-80 nor fireworks.
> Plus we were driving home and bro said, "If
> someone had done that there would have been echos
> throughout the hills. There were none! Took Ghost
> Radar (skeptic as well) until we got the words:
> engineer (who rebuilt the bridge); difficulty
> (fighting); and others I can't remember right
> now.
>
> Sis-in-law's parents there since mid-80s, and
> they, too, have heard lots of other stories.
>
> Other reports:
>
> The house on the Culpepper side was old post
> office, now private residence. Bro took photo back
> in the fall with two distinct red dots, and I
> swear it appeared the body was bending over, like
> they were looking at us, and there was a huge mist
> in the pic. NO ONE was smoking!
>
> Sis-in-law's son saw the body of a man hanging
> from the center of the bridge, which was there Aug
> 1862 but rebuilt 1919. NO, he was NOT on drugs. He
> also saw a campfire at the far end of the stream.
>
> There's an antebellum home next to the old post
> office where a local said one kid asked their mom,
> "who was the man in the gray suit with the
> bleeding arm?"
>
> I swear...two weeks ago when I went alone I had my
> voice recorder and asked the normal questions:
> who's here? does anyone want to talk to me? I
> swear to god I heard, right after I asked, "can
> you tell me your name?" I heard a shout of
> "JACKson." I didn't know he was actually there
> until I did research the next day!
>
> So, if anyone is bored, I suggest going! It is
> really cook because on the Facquier side there's a
> curve, and you park on the Culpepper side and walk
> on the bridge--it is so dark you can't even side
> the other side of the bridge! Creepy and fun to
> go!
>
> PLEASE POST IF ANYONE HAS ANY EXPERIENCES.
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2nd PHOTO: Mist over bridge railing - This is not a reflection of anything on the bridge because other pics do not show this.
Sadly, photo of sis-in-law didn't show orb behind her, and I assume the other photos of orbs won't show here either. I will try again, though!
JazzyGrace Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Mofo Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Hmm no civil war ghosts from Manassas?
>
> Actually, just north of Manassas in Warrenton
> there's a bridge over a small stream on Old
> Waterloo Rd (known as Rappahannock Station I)
> where JEB (on Culpepper Co side) was defeated by
> Jackson (Facquier Co side); 226 soldiers died
> there. There's a big field on where I assume
> soldiers camped because it's big enough.
>
> Last Sat night of the super moon (sober and not on
> drugs, mind you), my sis-in-law & I were there at
> 12:30 a.m. We both looked at each other at the
> exact same time and I asked, "did you hear 2 drum
> beats?" Her eyes wide, she said yes. I heard 1
> drum beat at 11 p.m. two weeks earlier when I went
> alone. There were lots of orbs (I'm a skeptic)
> until she complained her eyes were burning. I
> snapped a pic - and voila! There is an orb at her
> shoulder blade with a big, red blur below that.
> (NO comment from idiots, please!)
>
> Went again same night at 3:05 a.m. with brother,
> and we heard TWO distinct booms from maybe two
> hills away-not loud, but loud enough to be caught
> on my voice recorder. NOT an M-80 nor fireworks.
> Plus we were driving home and bro said, "If
> someone had done that there would have been echos
> throughout the hills. There were none! Took Ghost
> Radar (skeptic as well) until we got the words:
> engineer (who rebuilt the bridge); difficulty
> (fighting); and others I can't remember right
> now.
>
> Sis-in-law's parents there since mid-80s, and
> they, too, have heard lots of other stories.
>
> Other reports:
>
> The house on the Culpepper side was old post
> office, now private residence. Bro took photo back
> in the fall with two distinct red dots, and I
> swear it appeared the body was bending over, like
> they were looking at us, and there was a huge mist
> in the pic. NO ONE was smoking!
>
> Sis-in-law's son saw the body of a man hanging
> from the center of the bridge, which was there Aug
> 1862 but rebuilt 1919. NO, he was NOT on drugs. He
> also saw a campfire at the far end of the stream.
>
> There's an antebellum home next to the old post
> office where a local said one kid asked their mom,
> "who was the man in the gray suit with the
> bleeding arm?"
>
> I swear...two weeks ago when I went alone I had my
> voice recorder and asked the normal questions:
> who's here? does anyone want to talk to me? I
> swear to god I heard, right after I asked, "can
> you tell me your name?" I heard a shout of
> "JACKson." I didn't know he was actually there
> until I did research the next day!
>
> So, if anyone is bored, I suggest going! It is
> really cook because on the Facquier side there's a
> curve, and you park on the Culpepper side and walk
> on the bridge--it is so dark you can't even side
> the other side of the bridge! Creepy and fun to
> go!
>
> PLEASE POST IF ANYONE HAS ANY EXPERIENCES.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
anymooser from Gainesville
()
Date: June 30, 2013 06:48PM
I was walking around some condos, when I first walk through them I felt fine but when I was coming back everything felt different. When I got closer I started to hear crying and weeps. I didn't pay much attention to it.As I got closer to that condo I didn't hear the crying and weeping anymore but I could hear what clearly was a woman's laughter. As I came around the corner I saw what I thought to be a girl playing on the ground just outside of the condo.
At the moment I saw her everything changed, the environment, the wind, myself. Now this was around 11:30 pm. So I thought it was it was kind of strange that there was a little girl playing at this time. As I walked past her she started to change. When I was across the street from her it's like she grew she looked bigger. Once I was behind and far from her I looked back. She looked like an old woman. Hair completely white, she was wearing a white dress. There was something behind her, a thick black mass. As I move away from her or it the black mass changes size and moved around. I decide to just keep walking.
When I was faraway from the condo everything went back to normal I felt safe again, I kept walking on the side walk. A car went past me at the same time a small black thing went across my face almost hitting me.
Could this black thing be the same black mass behind the strange woman or just a bird, I don't know I'm not sure and honestly I don't want to know.
At the moment I saw her everything changed, the environment, the wind, myself. Now this was around 11:30 pm. So I thought it was it was kind of strange that there was a little girl playing at this time. As I walked past her she started to change. When I was across the street from her it's like she grew she looked bigger. Once I was behind and far from her I looked back. She looked like an old woman. Hair completely white, she was wearing a white dress. There was something behind her, a thick black mass. As I move away from her or it the black mass changes size and moved around. I decide to just keep walking.
When I was faraway from the condo everything went back to normal I felt safe again, I kept walking on the side walk. A car went past me at the same time a small black thing went across my face almost hitting me.
Could this black thing be the same black mass behind the strange woman or just a bird, I don't know I'm not sure and honestly I don't want to know.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Vacation pic/Bristol TN
()
Date: June 30, 2013 07:15PM
We took this photo at a hotel in Bristol, TN on December,24 2008. My wife was looking at the hotel door when I took the picture, because she thought she heard something. We saw nothing at the time and no one else was with us in the room. The next day I uploaded the picture into my laptop and saw on the far left, what appears to be be a torso, head and wide open mouth with some sort of appendage in front of it. We felt a little strange when we entered the room, not scared, but strange.
It was very startling what we saw in the photo.
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It was very startling what we saw in the photo.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
NoName
()
Date: June 30, 2013 09:38PM
A friend of mine parents' house is haunted by a Civil War (Confederate) ghost - they live near the Fairfax County Parkway and West Ox, near theWest Ox batterfield. Spooky story!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
bzzzcat
()
Date: June 30, 2013 10:10PM
On Sunday March 22, 2009 my boyfriend and I were walking around Blacksburg VA taking pictures on my smartphone, a motorola q9c which has a 1. 3 mp camera. It was a sunny day, and not being familiar with my camera phone, the setting was on cloudy, thus the blue hue.We were specifically looking for the stone marking the 1755 Shawnee Indian attack on draper's meadow, now known as the duck pond. My boyfriend called me last night and told me that he and his friend were looking at the picture on his computer and they saw a lady holding a man's headless body. I looked and saw a lady also and what I think is a pile of dead leaves in front of her, it being early spring.She is sitting beyond the wall, just to the left of the tree in the middle of the picture. She has dark hair in an up-do and a dark dress.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
bzzzcat
()
Date: June 30, 2013 10:14PM
Drapersghost: negative
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Catherine
()
Date: July 01, 2013 07:14AM
I walk frequently over in veterans memorial park, very nice peacefull place. I took some pictures with my camera and found this one. It was not taken through glass, it was a very cloudy day. Make of it as you will, but to me and everyone I have shown it too see's a man staring right at the camera wearing a hat seems like he has shoulder pads as well..
Maybe a general from long ago?.
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Maybe a general from long ago?.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
josh1.0
()
Date: July 01, 2013 07:30AM
I've lived in Nokesville, Virginia for about 10 years now. Seems like every new years day night
(the first night of the new year) I see the same little girl standing in the middle of Bristow Rd.
These incidents the first few times almost made me wreck my car.
Heading towards 234 pkwy, before Keyser Rd. Very creepy young girl dressed in all white holding a
bear. Many of my friends have spotted this little girl and hope they never see her again.
(the first night of the new year) I see the same little girl standing in the middle of Bristow Rd.
These incidents the first few times almost made me wreck my car.
Heading towards 234 pkwy, before Keyser Rd. Very creepy young girl dressed in all white holding a
bear. Many of my friends have spotted this little girl and hope they never see her again.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Bunnyman Bridge Encounter
()
Date: July 01, 2013 07:38AM
Everyone in northern Virginia has heard the legend of the Bunny Man Bridge and me being a teenager decided to go with some friends at night. It was about 11 pm when we got there, it was very creepy and spooky. Driving up the bridge I put the high beams up so I could see everything. Me and my friends got out of the car and went on the bridge which has a railroad on it. We were there looking at our surroundings which were illuminated by the full moon. Out of now where we heard screaming, not yelling but screaming. It was so scary we though someone was pulling a prank on us but we were the only ones there. Me and my other friend ran off the bridge while our third friend stayed on. She soon came after us saying she saw something across from her.
We got in the car and it wouldn't start. It was like straight out of a horror movie. We finally get it to start and drive away looking out onto the bridge searching for anyone or anything and saw nothing. After 5 minutes we came back to the bridge and saw a train go by where we were standing. At first we thought it was a railroad warning sign going off but then realized why would there be one if there was no intersection on the railroad because the car road was below the bridge while the railroad was on the bridge. .
We got in the car and it wouldn't start. It was like straight out of a horror movie. We finally get it to start and drive away looking out onto the bridge searching for anyone or anything and saw nothing. After 5 minutes we came back to the bridge and saw a train go by where we were standing. At first we thought it was a railroad warning sign going off but then realized why would there be one if there was no intersection on the railroad because the car road was below the bridge while the railroad was on the bridge. .
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Aldie ghost story
()
Date: July 01, 2013 09:04AM
On the mountain road. During the 1940's there was a tragic accident that caused the death of a young couple. The legend says at midnight when you're driving on that road you will all of sudden see two headlights ahead of you coming in the opposite direction.It get's closer and closer until finally you think the other driver is going to pass you.... But they don't. They just disappear. I heard a couple of kids would play a hoax on people by riding their dirt bikes two a breast with huge old style flash lights. They would cut out their lights and kill their engines as the other drivers got close and duck in a ditch. They would freak people out. Until one night they saw headlights coming towards them getting closer and closer until...Then nothing passed them!!! They never did played a prank like that again. Yes there are ghosts in Aldie!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
marty
()
Date: July 01, 2013 09:14AM
I recently moved to a new condo in Gainesville. It never occurred to me that the condo might have been built
where another structure may have existed long ago. Not knowing the Civil War history of the area I never expected
to see what I did.
I was sleeping in the bedroom my first or second week here and I awoke to the sound of soft footsteps walking
across the carpet. I was suddenly overcome with the dreadful feeling that there was someone lying in the bed
with me. When I dared turn to look I saw a very old woman lying right next to me. I quickly looked away not
knowing what to do or whether I was in fact awake. A few moments later I heard the same soft footsteps and
when I looked I saw the old woman wearing a white dress walking away through the doorway to the living room.
She reappeared the following night. I was so scared although she didn't seem threatening. She just seemed to
be doing what she would do in her own life - in her own space - perhaps in her own home. Once I began to research
ghost sightings in Gainesville and read about the Civil War connection it began to make sense.
God rest their souls.
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where another structure may have existed long ago. Not knowing the Civil War history of the area I never expected
to see what I did.
I was sleeping in the bedroom my first or second week here and I awoke to the sound of soft footsteps walking
across the carpet. I was suddenly overcome with the dreadful feeling that there was someone lying in the bed
with me. When I dared turn to look I saw a very old woman lying right next to me. I quickly looked away not
knowing what to do or whether I was in fact awake. A few moments later I heard the same soft footsteps and
when I looked I saw the old woman wearing a white dress walking away through the doorway to the living room.
She reappeared the following night. I was so scared although she didn't seem threatening. She just seemed to
be doing what she would do in her own life - in her own space - perhaps in her own home. Once I began to research
ghost sightings in Gainesville and read about the Civil War connection it began to make sense.
God rest their souls.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Kelly 1983
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Date: July 01, 2013 11:00AM
My friend and I were sitting in her basement in bridlewood manor at about 3 am our other 3 friends were sleeping on the couch on the other side of the room. We were about to turn of the lights and call it a night.Once we turned off the lights we looked up and it was a Civil War soldier walking back and forth literally 2 feet away from us. We both saw it and screamed turn on the lights and woke our friends up.I never did go in that basement again. To even that it wasn't just our eyes wigging out cause it was late. I asked her what it looked like, and she described just how I saw it. A soldier dressed in blue outfit with a rifle on his back with golden buttons almost as if he was Marching.
It all made sense, since Gainesville was a path during the Civil War, my friend and his dad use to go metal detecting right by giant on Linton hall and find dropped clay Civil War bullets.. I get goose bumps just thinking about that ghost.
It all made sense, since Gainesville was a path during the Civil War, my friend and his dad use to go metal detecting right by giant on Linton hall and find dropped clay Civil War bullets.. I get goose bumps just thinking about that ghost.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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Ghost Conductor of Haymarket VA
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Date: July 01, 2013 01:51PM
Sorry not in Fairfax but in Haymarket Va, some people have recently seen a tall spooky, male gray ghost wearing a suit (like Sherlock Holme's outfit) and wearing a conductors hat walking on the train tracks. Interestingly enough, nobody has seen him before in this area, so he's a new ghost, but he's dressed like someone from the mid to late 1800's.
I know that there have been reports of Ghost Lights along the tracks before (all over Virginia), but this guy is new and no lights. Where did he come from all of a sudden?
I know that there have been reports of Ghost Lights along the tracks before (all over Virginia), but this guy is new and no lights. Where did he come from all of a sudden?
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Posted by:
hampton ghosts
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Date: July 01, 2013 07:24PM
Lived in two different units in what was then known as Carey Brook Apartments, this was in about 1969 and later on about 1972 through 76. I am now 48 years old and I am still troubled by the ghostly visits I and other family members experienced there. I won't mention the exact addresses of these two units, I don't want to alarm the current residents but I am not sure if this is the right thing to do. Maybe they should know, but if it's still going on they probably already do. One word of advice, it doesn't do any good to keep the lights on.
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Jeff / Ashburn
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Date: July 02, 2013 05:24AM
A couple years ago we rented a town house in Ashburn VA. It was located by the intersection of Crosson Rd and old Ryan Rd. Near the Harris teeter. The house was pretty new but after a few weeks some strange things started happening.
My 3 year old daughter had no issues sleeping in her room but for some reason after a couple of weeks she was terrified to be in there alone. She said that she feels her bed shaking at night. I tried for a couple of times to sleep in her room with her hoping that she would get used to it and sleep on her own again.
One night while I was laying on her bed and she was already asleep I heard tapping on the head board and realized that the crucifix I tied on her bed post was slightly shaking making the tapping sound I hear.
The problem was I was not moving and she was very still. I laid there and watch this happen for a few minutes. We finally gave up and my daughter started sleeping in our room. I did not think anything was wrong until one morning when my daughter and I woke up I was laying in bed and she was sitting up facing me with the bedroom door behind her (slightly open) I saw someone quickly peek in the door and the door shook.
My daughter right away heard the door move and said who was that daddy? I thought it was my wife hiding from her so I played along with it. I then realized that it was already 8 am and my wife told me the night before that she would need to be at work by 6 am.
Now I started to panic thinking there was an intruder in the house. I quickly got up and grabbed one of my golf clubs and started going room to room. The doors were locked no cars outside... I don't know what we saw.
Since we were Catholic my wife and I decided to ask a priest to bless the house which is something we do anyway every time we move into a new home. The priest came blessed the house walked around each room and splashed holy water. That same night my daughter was able to sleep in her room alone peacefully. I experienced other things in the house that I can now relate to some type of haunting. I sometimes saw shadows go pass me but when I turn to look nothing was there.
One time I was taking a shower and I heard a loud bang in the bedroom wall. I was pretty sure it was my daughter or wife just getting home. When I walked out of the shower the French doors to the master was wide open up against the walls
and nobody was home and we never open both doors together.
One was always latched. We no longer live there.
My 3 year old daughter had no issues sleeping in her room but for some reason after a couple of weeks she was terrified to be in there alone. She said that she feels her bed shaking at night. I tried for a couple of times to sleep in her room with her hoping that she would get used to it and sleep on her own again.
One night while I was laying on her bed and she was already asleep I heard tapping on the head board and realized that the crucifix I tied on her bed post was slightly shaking making the tapping sound I hear.
The problem was I was not moving and she was very still. I laid there and watch this happen for a few minutes. We finally gave up and my daughter started sleeping in our room. I did not think anything was wrong until one morning when my daughter and I woke up I was laying in bed and she was sitting up facing me with the bedroom door behind her (slightly open) I saw someone quickly peek in the door and the door shook.
My daughter right away heard the door move and said who was that daddy? I thought it was my wife hiding from her so I played along with it. I then realized that it was already 8 am and my wife told me the night before that she would need to be at work by 6 am.
Now I started to panic thinking there was an intruder in the house. I quickly got up and grabbed one of my golf clubs and started going room to room. The doors were locked no cars outside... I don't know what we saw.
Since we were Catholic my wife and I decided to ask a priest to bless the house which is something we do anyway every time we move into a new home. The priest came blessed the house walked around each room and splashed holy water. That same night my daughter was able to sleep in her room alone peacefully. I experienced other things in the house that I can now relate to some type of haunting. I sometimes saw shadows go pass me but when I turn to look nothing was there.
One time I was taking a shower and I heard a loud bang in the bedroom wall. I was pretty sure it was my daughter or wife just getting home. When I walked out of the shower the French doors to the master was wide open up against the walls
and nobody was home and we never open both doors together.
One was always latched. We no longer live there.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost Clown
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Date: July 02, 2013 08:19PM
I live in Fairfax now, but I had a very bad ghost encounter when we lived in Michigan. It was 1989 I believe at around 9:30pm-10:00pm and everyone in the house was was already settled in except for my two oldest sisters (13-14) they were getting ready for bed and were the bathroom which had a connecting door to the basement near the toilet. My oldest sister was actually using the restroom while the other was brushing her hair.
Well, as she was doing that she heard a strange noise coming from the basement. (see she was the one that actually told me this story. I was too young to remember anything) She asked my oldest sister if she heard the noise and she said yes. So then she walks over to the basement door and opens it slowly. She peaked her head around the corner to see the most chocking thing that she has ever seen. She told me she saw this person or demon crawling up the stairs like how a baby would, dressed in this clown suit, holding what looked like a knife in his hand. She told me it was like a dwarf because it was smaller then a midget. She gasped and could not move. When she did that it looked up at her with this "freaky" grin then put the knife in its mouth and started up the steps more quickly stumbling and catching its toes on each step because of how short it was. She could still not move but was making a hesitant sound that scared my oldest sister that then grabbed her arm but could not move her as if she was transfixed on the demon by a force.
Just about near the top she then let out a scream. She then told me that the "thing" stopped, stood up on the steps to then laugh at her sounding like a child. Then he fell backwards falling on the steps with dead weight looking like a person with no control of there limbs. She was then pulled into the bathroom with the door shutting hard.
My dad heard the scream and came to the bathroom. They told them what happened and he went downstairs to find what they saw. He could not find anything that resembled what they told him.
Scott.
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Well, as she was doing that she heard a strange noise coming from the basement. (see she was the one that actually told me this story. I was too young to remember anything) She asked my oldest sister if she heard the noise and she said yes. So then she walks over to the basement door and opens it slowly. She peaked her head around the corner to see the most chocking thing that she has ever seen. She told me she saw this person or demon crawling up the stairs like how a baby would, dressed in this clown suit, holding what looked like a knife in his hand. She told me it was like a dwarf because it was smaller then a midget. She gasped and could not move. When she did that it looked up at her with this "freaky" grin then put the knife in its mouth and started up the steps more quickly stumbling and catching its toes on each step because of how short it was. She could still not move but was making a hesitant sound that scared my oldest sister that then grabbed her arm but could not move her as if she was transfixed on the demon by a force.
Just about near the top she then let out a scream. She then told me that the "thing" stopped, stood up on the steps to then laugh at her sounding like a child. Then he fell backwards falling on the steps with dead weight looking like a person with no control of there limbs. She was then pulled into the bathroom with the door shutting hard.
My dad heard the scream and came to the bathroom. They told them what happened and he went downstairs to find what they saw. He could not find anything that resembled what they told him.
Scott.
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Posted by:
Kristi
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Date: July 03, 2013 06:40AM
I live in Big Island,virgina. I saw the picture you posted on a haunted buildings site and decided to check into it. The building used to be an old bank. A man was shot there. Still searching for more information.
I took some pictures myself and one is very interesting. I plan on going back and taking more, and doing more research.
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I took some pictures myself and one is very interesting. I plan on going back and taking more, and doing more research.
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Posted by:
joe fisherman
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Date: July 03, 2013 07:00AM
I was fishing down by the river and I saw a canoe coming from upstream. As the canoe came closer I saw that the people in the canoe were dressed up as old day Indians. I assumed it was some kind of cultural appreciation thing.
As they came closer I greeted them but they didn't hear me. So I called out a bit louder and then the canoe just vanished into nothing. It didn't sink or anything like that it just disappeared. I got so startled I stumbled and fell in the water.
It was a really strange experience.
As they came closer I greeted them but they didn't hear me. So I called out a bit louder and then the canoe just vanished into nothing. It didn't sink or anything like that it just disappeared. I got so startled I stumbled and fell in the water.
It was a really strange experience.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
bondoson88
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Date: July 03, 2013 07:33AM
The weirdest thing that has ever happened to me in the hospital was about 22 years ago. We had just passed out all the dinner trays and we had gotton KFC . I told the other LVN and CNA's to go ahead and eat their chicken and I would watch the call lights. I was at the nursing station when a woman who was a patient walked up to me and said ," My roommate is choking.I asked her what room and she replied "Room 211B". I know I probably rolled my eyes at her because people always came up tell us that someone was choking and they really weren't. I started walking down the long hall thinking to myself " this woman is not choking, I'll walk real fast" then I thought to myself what if she is choking , I'd better run.then I thought this woman is not choking I'll wallk fast. and then I thought she might be choking I'd better run. Well when I got halfway down the hall I heard (and I don't heard voices) a man say "RUN"! His voice was loud and kind of vibrating but it didn't hurt my ears. I didn't even contemplate or question him. It was definitly a man's voice. If it was my own mind talking to myself I would hear my own voice.Anyways as I walked in the room I saw this little old lady and I asked her can you speak and she shook her head NO. So I got behind her in the bed and pushed her body a little forward so I could give her the hemlich. Being old she was a little stiff. So I then gave her one hemlich thurst. nothing happened, then all of a sudden it seemed like everything went in slow motion and I could see that her earlobe was cyanotic, a shade of light purple. I then gave her another abd. thurst and out flew a piece of meat. She was OK but we sent her to CCU overnight because she had some EKG changes. She came back to us the next day. To me it was not scary at all, if anything it was comforting. I don't know who it was but I believe it was a guardian angel. or Jesus or God. Whoever he was he told me to run and if I had been a few seconds late this little old lady would probably have died.
I also had a patient die in room 210B. A lot of the rooms were empty down at the other end of this hall. We had already cleaned her up , just waiting for the morturary to come and pick up her body and the other bed in the room was empty. I was at the nursing station when a call light went on. Guess who's light it was? It was the little old lady that just expired light's. I felt oh my god someone come down there with me and see what's going on down there. Another nurse went with me and sure enough the light was on and the lady was still expired. I turned off the light . I don't know who did it maybe the same guy that told me to RUN with the choking lady.
One of my coworkers told me whe was working at this really old hospital and had a patient in a back room on a vent and she was sitting nearby and thought she seen something in the corner of her eye. Then her patient's alarms on the vent starting going off like crazy. She said she went to his bedside and he had this very frightened look on his face and was shaking and freaking out. Since he was intubated. she gave him the notepad that he had and he wrote that a man that looked like a black shadow was hovering over his bed and was trying to get him. She said it was really creepy because she also said that she thought she saw something in the corner of her eye but didn't really see anything or anybody. I think that the patient did expired the next day.
I also had a patient die in room 210B. A lot of the rooms were empty down at the other end of this hall. We had already cleaned her up , just waiting for the morturary to come and pick up her body and the other bed in the room was empty. I was at the nursing station when a call light went on. Guess who's light it was? It was the little old lady that just expired light's. I felt oh my god someone come down there with me and see what's going on down there. Another nurse went with me and sure enough the light was on and the lady was still expired. I turned off the light . I don't know who did it maybe the same guy that told me to RUN with the choking lady.
One of my coworkers told me whe was working at this really old hospital and had a patient in a back room on a vent and she was sitting nearby and thought she seen something in the corner of her eye. Then her patient's alarms on the vent starting going off like crazy. She said she went to his bedside and he had this very frightened look on his face and was shaking and freaking out. Since he was intubated. she gave him the notepad that he had and he wrote that a man that looked like a black shadow was hovering over his bed and was trying to get him. She said it was really creepy because she also said that she thought she saw something in the corner of her eye but didn't really see anything or anybody. I think that the patient did expired the next day.
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Posted by:
schoolgirl2006
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Date: July 03, 2013 07:43AM
I worked in a nursing home for 2 years and had a few experiences during the night shift. I had probably been there for 5 or 6 months before seeing/feeling anything (heard lots of stories though)...it was about 3am and I was going from room to room emptying water pitchers and picking up misc dirty laundry left over from the evening shift. I always snuck into the rooms without turning on any lights so that I wouldn't disturb anyone as they slept. I went into one of the resident's bathrooms, grabbed a couple washcloths, and as I dumped the water into the sink, I got a chill. I looked up into the mirror to see if the window behind me was open...and there was a man's "face" just to the left of mine in the reflection. I bolted outa that room and up to the well-lit nurses station. Needless to say, from then on when emptying pitchers at night, the bathroom light was on BEFORE I stepped foot inside...especially that room.
I also had an experience at a house I lived in for a few years. My first night there I was sitting on my bed and the shower in the master bathroom turned on by itself. I didn't really think much about it at that time...I just got up to shut it off and as soon as I got to the door, it shut off. That's the only time it did that...but there were a few nights that the bathroom light turned off and on for an hour...not to mention LOTS of "seeing things out of the corner of my eye". There were also a few times while doing dishes that it felt like someone was tugging on my clothes...or playing with my hair. My mom and I believe it could've been our neighbor, my mom's best friend for many years, who died in my mom's arms a few years earlier. OH...lol...we also believe she "pushed" my mom's ex out of a tree...breaking his arm.
I also had an experience at a house I lived in for a few years. My first night there I was sitting on my bed and the shower in the master bathroom turned on by itself. I didn't really think much about it at that time...I just got up to shut it off and as soon as I got to the door, it shut off. That's the only time it did that...but there were a few nights that the bathroom light turned off and on for an hour...not to mention LOTS of "seeing things out of the corner of my eye". There were also a few times while doing dishes that it felt like someone was tugging on my clothes...or playing with my hair. My mom and I believe it could've been our neighbor, my mom's best friend for many years, who died in my mom's arms a few years earlier. OH...lol...we also believe she "pushed" my mom's ex out of a tree...breaking his arm.
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Posted by:
angel bells
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Date: July 03, 2013 08:09AM
The first time I met our ghost was actually when I had just started on the IMCU when one night the ICCU transfered a patient to me. Shortly after his arrival he beagn talking about "the man" the"man in the long black robe" who had followed him from ICCU and that he "wasn't going to get me" So, I decided to find out on just why they had moved him so rapidly to the floor....Well the story goes whoever sees the man in the "Long Black Robe" dies. Apparently he decided to follow my patient to IMCU and the patinet was not going to let him get him! He refused to stay in his room so I finally gave up....2 doors down we had an unexpected Cardiac Arrest on a young patient who died....We came out out from the Code and low and behold My patient had gone to bed. I was shocked so I actually woke him up and I asked why he had finally gone to bed and he said......"It's Okay now He's gone" Well, Many years later and many "sightings" I was caring for an elderly lady when she suddenly said "that patient over there must be very ill I will pray for them" I was suprised as the patient was a 52yo "stable plasty" so I asked her what made her say that. She replied that "that priest in the long black robe has been ther all day so I thought they were dying so I'll pray for them too" The patient coded and died by the end of that shift!
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Posted by:
Jr.
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Date: July 03, 2013 08:13AM
Kristi Wrote:
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> I live in Big Island,virgina. I saw the picture
> you posted on a haunted buildings site and decided
> to check into it. The building used to be an old
> bank. A man was shot there. Still searching for
> more information.
>
> I took some pictures myself and one is very
> interesting. I plan on going back and taking more,
> and doing more research.
I delivered a load to a plant there took a cell phone pic of an old house I was intrigued with,'' after I dl it to my computer I noticed what looked like a ghost in it. Wow amazing. You decide. You all are locals, but would like to know more and the history of this house too.
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> I live in Big Island,virgina. I saw the picture
> you posted on a haunted buildings site and decided
> to check into it. The building used to be an old
> bank. A man was shot there. Still searching for
> more information.
>
> I took some pictures myself and one is very
> interesting. I plan on going back and taking more,
> and doing more research.
I delivered a load to a plant there took a cell phone pic of an old house I was intrigued with,'' after I dl it to my computer I noticed what looked like a ghost in it. Wow amazing. You decide. You all are locals, but would like to know more and the history of this house too.
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Posted by:
bowling green
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Date: July 03, 2013 08:30AM
In February 2009 - while we were preparing to serve dinner for a large crowd in the Bowling Green town hall I had an odd experience. I was in the kitchen area and heard what I thought was a woman sobbing in the storage room.
As I reached the storage room door I found that it was locked. I then heard low voices and chairs scrapping. Thinking it may be my husband delivering chairs I tried the door but it found it locked.
I went around into the ballroom and looked for another way into the storage room but there was only one entrance which was the locked door in the kitchen. When I told the building Secretary of my experience she said that she had heard voices music and such on several occasions when she visited the kitchen and believed the building was ''haunted'' possibly from a time when it was used as a uso club during world war 2.
As I reached the storage room door I found that it was locked. I then heard low voices and chairs scrapping. Thinking it may be my husband delivering chairs I tried the door but it found it locked.
I went around into the ballroom and looked for another way into the storage room but there was only one entrance which was the locked door in the kitchen. When I told the building Secretary of my experience she said that she had heard voices music and such on several occasions when she visited the kitchen and believed the building was ''haunted'' possibly from a time when it was used as a uso club during world war 2.
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Posted by:
Threestatefamous
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Date: July 03, 2013 08:36AM
I just moved to Dumfries and the first night I went out back to smoke a cigarette.
I heard tapping on the gutters, of course I dismissed it as an animal or debris falling.
But over the course of the week it happened every time I went out without fail each time
becoming more frequent and more intense.
I began to think it something more sinister like a roommate pranking me or a burglar. So
the next time it happened I jumped off my deck thinking it would be a person and I would
catch them in the act but nothing could've prepared me for what I happened upon. In the
corner of the lower patio by the gutter was what appeared to be a crouching child in tattered
clothes facing the brick wall scratching at the linoleum siding to it's right side . I was in
complete shock I though it was an injured or disturbed child so I said in a surprised voice
oh my god , are you O.K. While apprehensively approaching the ''child''. But before I could
take two steps the ''child'' rapidly spun around and arose faster than anything I could possibly
comprehend and I what I saw still haunts my waking moments to this day.
This was no child. The first thing I saw was the creatures torso and chest both of which had
the appearance of being ripped open inside it was hollow except for a dripping mass of black
liquid almost like oil. As I looked up at the creatures face I saw only a snarling black mouth
with jagged shark like teeth dripping with the same black liquid . Other then ''it's'' mouth it
had no eyes nose or any other distinguishable features .
I though the creature was extremely tall upon it arising but when I looked down I realized it was
hovering slightly . Frozen with fear and confusion I looked back up and the creature was literally
an inch from my face.
I was so scared I closed my eyes just hoping this ''thing'' wasn't real and when I opened them it
would be gone . As soon as I closed my eyes I felt a cold breath in my ear and the words 'god is
not here'.
I opened my eyes and the creature was gone . The whole experience literally lasted a matter of 10-15
seconds . I understand that those reading this may find it far fetched and think it's made up. I never
bought into ghost stories. In all honesty I thought people saying that stuff were nuts or full of it.
But after my experience I can tell you without a doubt in my mind these apparitions or spirits or whatever
you want to call em' exist in a big way.
I heard tapping on the gutters, of course I dismissed it as an animal or debris falling.
But over the course of the week it happened every time I went out without fail each time
becoming more frequent and more intense.
I began to think it something more sinister like a roommate pranking me or a burglar. So
the next time it happened I jumped off my deck thinking it would be a person and I would
catch them in the act but nothing could've prepared me for what I happened upon. In the
corner of the lower patio by the gutter was what appeared to be a crouching child in tattered
clothes facing the brick wall scratching at the linoleum siding to it's right side . I was in
complete shock I though it was an injured or disturbed child so I said in a surprised voice
oh my god , are you O.K. While apprehensively approaching the ''child''. But before I could
take two steps the ''child'' rapidly spun around and arose faster than anything I could possibly
comprehend and I what I saw still haunts my waking moments to this day.
This was no child. The first thing I saw was the creatures torso and chest both of which had
the appearance of being ripped open inside it was hollow except for a dripping mass of black
liquid almost like oil. As I looked up at the creatures face I saw only a snarling black mouth
with jagged shark like teeth dripping with the same black liquid . Other then ''it's'' mouth it
had no eyes nose or any other distinguishable features .
I though the creature was extremely tall upon it arising but when I looked down I realized it was
hovering slightly . Frozen with fear and confusion I looked back up and the creature was literally
an inch from my face.
I was so scared I closed my eyes just hoping this ''thing'' wasn't real and when I opened them it
would be gone . As soon as I closed my eyes I felt a cold breath in my ear and the words 'god is
not here'.
I opened my eyes and the creature was gone . The whole experience literally lasted a matter of 10-15
seconds . I understand that those reading this may find it far fetched and think it's made up. I never
bought into ghost stories. In all honesty I thought people saying that stuff were nuts or full of it.
But after my experience I can tell you without a doubt in my mind these apparitions or spirits or whatever
you want to call em' exist in a big way.
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Posted by:
Casi
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Date: July 03, 2013 08:58AM
I work on a Memory Care Unit in assisted living, and recently we had a transfer a resident into a nursing home. Wednesday night they startted getting calls from his empty apartment. These calls continued through most of Thursday, we were notified that he had died Thursday evening.
Now another aide on the unit was telling me that she kept hearing things out of his empty apartment. Bumps, thumps, dragging noises. I just kind of shrugged her off. Then middle of Saturday night we hear a loud crash, it sounded like someone went down, walker and all. My co-worker and I jolt up from the desk and start checking apartments, nothing is disturbed and all residents are tucked nicely away in their beds. We both poke our heads in the residents old apartment. It was the general area the noise came from. Nothing.
Sunday night I'm sitting at the desk and hear a thump on the wall behind me. The other side of the wall is the resident's old bathroom. Then early Monday morning as we were giving report to dayshift, we hear another crash, same as the previous. The co-worker I was working with was the same one the first time I heard the crash, we both just mumble something about the resident.
Now another aide on the unit was telling me that she kept hearing things out of his empty apartment. Bumps, thumps, dragging noises. I just kind of shrugged her off. Then middle of Saturday night we hear a loud crash, it sounded like someone went down, walker and all. My co-worker and I jolt up from the desk and start checking apartments, nothing is disturbed and all residents are tucked nicely away in their beds. We both poke our heads in the residents old apartment. It was the general area the noise came from. Nothing.
Sunday night I'm sitting at the desk and hear a thump on the wall behind me. The other side of the wall is the resident's old bathroom. Then early Monday morning as we were giving report to dayshift, we hear another crash, same as the previous. The co-worker I was working with was the same one the first time I heard the crash, we both just mumble something about the resident.
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Posted by:
Beth
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Date: July 03, 2013 09:02AM
This story is hearsay but comes from a very reliable source. Source is a very responsible, smart nursing supervisor who I have never known to lie.
One night she was working ER when paramedics brought in a 30-ish pt. who was coding. This nurse "Mary" and the doctors and other nurses worked on the pt. for 45 mins. before dr. called it. Mary went to get a clean gown and other supplies and went back to the room after about 10 mins. She cleaned him up and was in the room finishing charting the code, etc. when the deceased pt. sat up in bed and shouted "Beware! The gates of hell have opened!" As soon as he said this he fell back on the bed. She went to him to check for a pulse and of course there wasn't one. The whole ER heard this and came running.
This is charted so I really doubt she's lying about this one.
One night she was working ER when paramedics brought in a 30-ish pt. who was coding. This nurse "Mary" and the doctors and other nurses worked on the pt. for 45 mins. before dr. called it. Mary went to get a clean gown and other supplies and went back to the room after about 10 mins. She cleaned him up and was in the room finishing charting the code, etc. when the deceased pt. sat up in bed and shouted "Beware! The gates of hell have opened!" As soon as he said this he fell back on the bed. She went to him to check for a pulse and of course there wasn't one. The whole ER heard this and came running.
This is charted so I really doubt she's lying about this one.
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Posted by:
Woodbridge
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Date: July 03, 2013 09:06AM
In June of 2012 I was invited to my brother-in-law's house in Woodbridge VA on Grassy Knoll Ct.
It is a relatively quiet neighborhood although many kids in the area with a nearby basketball court.
As we were out in the backyard cleaning up after a party we heard movement through the woods behind
the house.
My brother in law suggested that it was a deer. As we were finishing up and heading inside we heard
it again. Out of the corner of my eye I then saw a very tall lady dressed in white, no clearly visible
legs with very large looking eyes. As I turned around to look at her she then looked at me and walked a
few steps toward the right and suddenly vanished although I could hear her walking away. I was terrified
and could not sleep at night.
The next day we went to see where we thought we saw her. There were 4-5 large footprints in the mud, only
left sided. Oddly it was almost 10 inches in length in the shape of a human foot. In the following weeks
my brother in law saw a similar lady in the house several times. They decided to subsequently move out of
the area.
It is a relatively quiet neighborhood although many kids in the area with a nearby basketball court.
As we were out in the backyard cleaning up after a party we heard movement through the woods behind
the house.
My brother in law suggested that it was a deer. As we were finishing up and heading inside we heard
it again. Out of the corner of my eye I then saw a very tall lady dressed in white, no clearly visible
legs with very large looking eyes. As I turned around to look at her she then looked at me and walked a
few steps toward the right and suddenly vanished although I could hear her walking away. I was terrified
and could not sleep at night.
The next day we went to see where we thought we saw her. There were 4-5 large footprints in the mud, only
left sided. Oddly it was almost 10 inches in length in the shape of a human foot. In the following weeks
my brother in law saw a similar lady in the house several times. They decided to subsequently move out of
the area.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
magic
()
Date: July 03, 2013 09:21AM
this one house i lived in when i was in high school was really bizarre :uhoh21: . at first things would just happen to my friends that would visit me. i was a teenager so of course i would have friends spend the night. my best friend Carly was a true skeptic...didn't believe in anything..well one night she stayed at my house and woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. she got up and started walking down the hallway and felt like i was behind her. she said she was even talking to whatever it was behind her because she thought it was me. when she got to the bathroom door she said "hey i'll just be a second". but of course no one responded because i was asleep in my bed. Carly then said she felt the hairs stand up on the back of her neck and she said "ang are you there?" because she didn't see anyone in the hallway and right when she said that she heard two feet dig into the carpet as they made a sharp turn and then she heard someone run down the hallway, but of course no one was there. she came back to my room and woke me up and we checked all the bedrooms and my parents and sister were all sound asleep. after that she never came over to my house again...i had to go to her place. another girl spent the night and said she woke up in the middle of the night and saw a decorative plate come off my wall float across the room and then float in front of her face and then it went back on the wall just like nothing had happened. as for me and my family having experiences...i hated that house from day one and never felt at ease in it...everyone in my family including me would sometimes feel a cat brush up against their legs and even feel the tail curl around their leg when they were walking down the back hallway, but we had no pets at that time! then we actually did get a cat after we had been there a few years and then it got really weird. i would be in my room and after everyone was asleep (i was a nightowl) our new cat would come meow at my door i would open the door and it would stare at me and then it would walk to the staircase. it just had this look like "follow me" so i would walk to the steps then it would go down a few steps and i would follow then a few more steps and i would follow and so on. each time it just kept staring at me. then we got to the bottom of the stairs which was the dining room. then the cat would go under the table and stop. at that point i would be standing in the dining room and directly in front of me on the wall was must have been a hundred orbs shining in blue and purple colors and a few white ones. they were so bright and swirled all around in the air. i felt the most intense feeling of just evil. at that point i would haul butt back to my room as fast as i could. i followed the cat maybe 3 or 4 times (i'm too curious i guess) and each time this would happen...after the last time that was it for me. the last thing that happened in that house was me and my sister were downstairs doing homework and we were alone in the house while my parents were shopping. all of a sudden we heard the dresser drawers in my parents room opening and slamming shut really loud. we ran outta of that house sooo fast. then we went to a neighbors and had him look through the house. there was no one there, no tv or radio on and no sign of entry. trust me my parents are paranoid and they kept the house locked like a fortress with alarms and stuff so we would have known if someone broke in. the day we moved out was one of the best days of my life. the whole time we were there we were all depressed and miserable, my dad's business went bankrupt and we all fought everyday. when we moved out all of a sudden things got better like nothing had happened. a few years ago i told my sister what happened with the cat and the orbs and she said the same thing had happened to her and she saw the orbs too and felt this sense of evil, but she was only in middle school so she didn't think anyone would believe her.
ok a few more experiences i have had.
i used to have a friend that lived in savannah GA and i went down there to help her get ready to move out. the reason she and her 2 other room mates was leaving was because every night the one girl would wake up in the middle of the night screaming and feeling as if someone was choking her. she said it felt like a man and he was a dark figure and he would whisper "die b**** die" in her ear. then the room mates would rush into her room and there would be no one there. one day my friend was alone and in the bathroom and she heard a man whistle in her ear and when she looked around and found no one she heard a man's voice laughing. the last straw was one morning they woke up and on the hall closet door was a child's writing all over the bottom half of the door. in the middle was a drawing of a house which looked like kinda like the house they lived in with an X over one of the rooms and all around the drawing in a spiral was the words "i see i see i see i see i see" and in the middle by the house drawing was a big "YOU" so it said " i see i see i see i see YOU". they tried painting over it and it wouldn't disappear. i saw this with my two own eyes when i was there to help her pack. i almost passed out when i heard the story and saw the drawing.
the last story is about my granny. my sister and i used to live in NYC and one night i got a call from my mother saying my grandma "granny" was very sick and in the hospital. they said her body was shutting down but they wouldn't say the words dying, but of course i knew. they said she was aware and she couldn't talke because of her breathing tube but that she could hear me. so they put the phone to her ear and i told her how i loved her and would miss her and then i hung up crying. but then i felt there was more i needed to say so i called back and said put the phone to granny's ear one more time and then i just spilled my heart to her. i told her that she was more like a mother to me and how she was the one person that i felt loved me unconditionally and always believed in me and how i would miss her everyday and how she was my most favorite person in the whole world. my parents said she understood me by the way she looked into their eyes and that she tried to talk but couldn't. i hung up again crying and asked my sister if she wanted to say goodbye too and she said she just couldn't handle it. so she and i laid down on my bed holding each other, crying until we fell asleep. at about 10 after 7am i woke up to see my sister asleep with her hand on the phone next to my bed. i woke her up and asked what she was doing. she woke up and told me that she was just dreaming and that in her dream granny called her on the phone and told her she was in another place and that she was happy and in no more pain and that she wanted to tell her goodbye because she wasn't able to the night before. then she told my sister that me and her needed to come home and be with the family and that we all needed to be together. then i had woken her up and we both just stared at each other. then the phone rang and my mom said granny had died a few minutes after 7 am. we just knew it was her saying goodbye. we went home for the funeral and for 3 days after everynight me and my sister woke up to see granny watching us sleep from the foot of the bed. my parents never said if they saw her, but for the first time in their lives they slept with the light on for those 3 nights. after the 3rd night she never came back...i think she was checking on us to make sure we were ok before she went on to heaven. so these are my very personal stories ...i hope you can find them meaningful in some way.
ok a few more experiences i have had.
i used to have a friend that lived in savannah GA and i went down there to help her get ready to move out. the reason she and her 2 other room mates was leaving was because every night the one girl would wake up in the middle of the night screaming and feeling as if someone was choking her. she said it felt like a man and he was a dark figure and he would whisper "die b**** die" in her ear. then the room mates would rush into her room and there would be no one there. one day my friend was alone and in the bathroom and she heard a man whistle in her ear and when she looked around and found no one she heard a man's voice laughing. the last straw was one morning they woke up and on the hall closet door was a child's writing all over the bottom half of the door. in the middle was a drawing of a house which looked like kinda like the house they lived in with an X over one of the rooms and all around the drawing in a spiral was the words "i see i see i see i see i see" and in the middle by the house drawing was a big "YOU" so it said " i see i see i see i see YOU". they tried painting over it and it wouldn't disappear. i saw this with my two own eyes when i was there to help her pack. i almost passed out when i heard the story and saw the drawing.
the last story is about my granny. my sister and i used to live in NYC and one night i got a call from my mother saying my grandma "granny" was very sick and in the hospital. they said her body was shutting down but they wouldn't say the words dying, but of course i knew. they said she was aware and she couldn't talke because of her breathing tube but that she could hear me. so they put the phone to her ear and i told her how i loved her and would miss her and then i hung up crying. but then i felt there was more i needed to say so i called back and said put the phone to granny's ear one more time and then i just spilled my heart to her. i told her that she was more like a mother to me and how she was the one person that i felt loved me unconditionally and always believed in me and how i would miss her everyday and how she was my most favorite person in the whole world. my parents said she understood me by the way she looked into their eyes and that she tried to talk but couldn't. i hung up again crying and asked my sister if she wanted to say goodbye too and she said she just couldn't handle it. so she and i laid down on my bed holding each other, crying until we fell asleep. at about 10 after 7am i woke up to see my sister asleep with her hand on the phone next to my bed. i woke her up and asked what she was doing. she woke up and told me that she was just dreaming and that in her dream granny called her on the phone and told her she was in another place and that she was happy and in no more pain and that she wanted to tell her goodbye because she wasn't able to the night before. then she told my sister that me and her needed to come home and be with the family and that we all needed to be together. then i had woken her up and we both just stared at each other. then the phone rang and my mom said granny had died a few minutes after 7 am. we just knew it was her saying goodbye. we went home for the funeral and for 3 days after everynight me and my sister woke up to see granny watching us sleep from the foot of the bed. my parents never said if they saw her, but for the first time in their lives they slept with the light on for those 3 nights. after the 3rd night she never came back...i think she was checking on us to make sure we were ok before she went on to heaven. so these are my very personal stories ...i hope you can find them meaningful in some way.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Bluefj123
()
Date: July 03, 2013 09:25AM
Woodbridge Wrote:
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> In June of 2012 I was invited to my
> brother-in-law's house in Woodbridge VA on Grassy
> Knoll Ct.
> It is a relatively quiet neighborhood although
> many kids in the area with a nearby basketball
> court.
> As we were out in the backyard cleaning up after a
> party we heard movement through the woods behind
> the house.
>
> My brother in law suggested that it was a deer. As
> we were finishing up and heading inside we heard
> it again. Out of the corner of my eye I then saw a
> very tall lady dressed in white, no clearly
> visible
> legs with very large looking eyes. As I turned
> around to look at her she then looked at me and
> walked a
> few steps toward the right and suddenly vanished
> although I could hear her walking away. I was
> terrified
> and could not sleep at night.
>
> The next day we went to see where we thought we
> saw her. There were 4-5 large footprints in the
> mud, only
> left sided. Oddly it was almost 10 inches in
> length in the shape of a human foot. In the
> following weeks
> my brother in law saw a similar lady in the house
> several times. They decided to subsequently move
> out of
> the area.
21 June 2012 ~ 22:45 walking down Oakwood over the last hill halfway down to the roundabout at the end of the road I saw a figure walking toward me on the other side of the road, walked like an adult man. The whole thing was white, I got to within 20 yards of it. I turned and began walking down my driveway looked back and it was gone.
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> In June of 2012 I was invited to my
> brother-in-law's house in Woodbridge VA on Grassy
> Knoll Ct.
> It is a relatively quiet neighborhood although
> many kids in the area with a nearby basketball
> court.
> As we were out in the backyard cleaning up after a
> party we heard movement through the woods behind
> the house.
>
> My brother in law suggested that it was a deer. As
> we were finishing up and heading inside we heard
> it again. Out of the corner of my eye I then saw a
> very tall lady dressed in white, no clearly
> visible
> legs with very large looking eyes. As I turned
> around to look at her she then looked at me and
> walked a
> few steps toward the right and suddenly vanished
> although I could hear her walking away. I was
> terrified
> and could not sleep at night.
>
> The next day we went to see where we thought we
> saw her. There were 4-5 large footprints in the
> mud, only
> left sided. Oddly it was almost 10 inches in
> length in the shape of a human foot. In the
> following weeks
> my brother in law saw a similar lady in the house
> several times. They decided to subsequently move
> out of
> the area.
21 June 2012 ~ 22:45 walking down Oakwood over the last hill halfway down to the roundabout at the end of the road I saw a figure walking toward me on the other side of the road, walked like an adult man. The whole thing was white, I got to within 20 yards of it. I turned and began walking down my driveway looked back and it was gone.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ed
()
Date: July 03, 2013 09:34AM
We lived on Valleywood Drive in the late 70's early 80's. Our house was definitely haunted. My brother and I on separate occasions (years apart) saw a man in white Civil War era clothing with long white hair in and about our house and walking the streets.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghosts of Woodbridge
()
Date: July 03, 2013 09:43AM
Old haunted orphan houses - Woodbridge,Virginia
http://hauntedplacesofusa.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-haunted-orphan-houses.html
Many years ago off of Route 1 in Woodbridge, Virginia were several houses that belonged to old families who would adopt orphans as a way of life. The
problem is that big corporal companies came in to build over the houses
and so the families were evicted. Years later when the land had begin
to furnish again, contractors decided to build over the houses since
the plan to construct when they had been torn down had been shunned.
When construction began several appearances had been sighted of
children running around and giggling in the woods. Machinery started to
malfunction and people started to disappear in the woods when bodies of
the children had been found in unmarked stone graves around the houses.
The area of land is located across from the junkyard that sits across
the street from the original orphan house all the way to the forest
miles behind and next to Potomac library. The only people who were able
to survive in the area and camp there were homeless people. It is said
that the orphans take pity on their misfortune and spare them the life
they had previously lead. That goes to show even the dead show
sympathy.
http://hauntedplacesofusa.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-haunted-orphan-houses.html
Many years ago off of Route 1 in Woodbridge, Virginia were several houses that belonged to old families who would adopt orphans as a way of life. The
problem is that big corporal companies came in to build over the houses
and so the families were evicted. Years later when the land had begin
to furnish again, contractors decided to build over the houses since
the plan to construct when they had been torn down had been shunned.
When construction began several appearances had been sighted of
children running around and giggling in the woods. Machinery started to
malfunction and people started to disappear in the woods when bodies of
the children had been found in unmarked stone graves around the houses.
The area of land is located across from the junkyard that sits across
the street from the original orphan house all the way to the forest
miles behind and next to Potomac library. The only people who were able
to survive in the area and camp there were homeless people. It is said
that the orphans take pity on their misfortune and spare them the life
they had previously lead. That goes to show even the dead show
sympathy.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
marissa81579
()
Date: July 03, 2013 09:55AM
Wow! So many amazing stories. I have to share one. I heard this firsthand, from nurses and residents who were there the night it happened. I was working in a SICU. Several years prior in that SICU, there was a patient admitted who had been stabbed and was extremely critical. A resident who was at the hospital that night must have heard about it and came up to check it out or help out, whatever. The room where the patient was located was right next to a stairwell. The resident was making his way up the stairwell when he saw a very evil, menacing apparition of a human head chasing his way up the stairs. He made it into the SICU, but was pale as a ghost himself! The nurses who saw him passed it off as one resident who worked too, too many hours! In fact, as the resident was getting up those stairs to go to the SICU, the stab victim died.
Turns out the stabbing victim was a gangleader, a big time criminal. Therefore, his murder made the news. The next morning, the resident was looking at the Boston Herald and lo and behold, a picture of the stab victim was there - it was the SAME face that had menacingly chased him up the stairs. He was totally, totally freaked out and when we asked him about the story years later, you could tell it still spooked him!
the room in which the stab victim died was haunted. I don't know if that is because of that event or another, but people reported feeling someone breathing closely behind their neck, but no one would be there. Stuff like that.
I, personally, was hardly surprised to find out that the stairwell had been haunted at one point, because I always had the most foreboding, eerie feeling going up that stairwell...like evil. Well after hearing that story, it is safe to say I took the other stairs after that!
Having worked in critical care for a while, I can't say I have definitely had any haunted experiences myself. But I do find it amazing that there are certain rooms, for whatever reason, that seem to have bad luck - one admission after another dying, many unexpected or at least earlier than expected. There is definitely a strong psychic energy in ICUs, hospices, NHs, anywhere people die frequently. I think even more so in places where people die of traumas/accidents. Freaky stuff. :spin:
Turns out the stabbing victim was a gangleader, a big time criminal. Therefore, his murder made the news. The next morning, the resident was looking at the Boston Herald and lo and behold, a picture of the stab victim was there - it was the SAME face that had menacingly chased him up the stairs. He was totally, totally freaked out and when we asked him about the story years later, you could tell it still spooked him!
the room in which the stab victim died was haunted. I don't know if that is because of that event or another, but people reported feeling someone breathing closely behind their neck, but no one would be there. Stuff like that.
I, personally, was hardly surprised to find out that the stairwell had been haunted at one point, because I always had the most foreboding, eerie feeling going up that stairwell...like evil. Well after hearing that story, it is safe to say I took the other stairs after that!
Having worked in critical care for a while, I can't say I have definitely had any haunted experiences myself. But I do find it amazing that there are certain rooms, for whatever reason, that seem to have bad luck - one admission after another dying, many unexpected or at least earlier than expected. There is definitely a strong psychic energy in ICUs, hospices, NHs, anywhere people die frequently. I think even more so in places where people die of traumas/accidents. Freaky stuff. :spin:
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Jessika
()
Date: July 03, 2013 10:56AM
In Graningers Mobile Park there are two fields in the front of the park and a grave yard in the back and sometimes at 1 am a woman in a white flowing dress will be seen dancing in the field by the woods! I live in the back of the park and my back yard is separated from the cemetery by a chain link fence and when we moved in so many things happened at our house that we had it blessed just to get it to ''slow down''.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Phantom Rider
()
Date: July 03, 2013 02:15PM
There's the legend of the Phantom Rider out at Woodlawn Plantation near Mount Vernon.
http://books.google.com/books?id=osFPF4di118C&pg=PA4&lpg=PA4&dq=fairfax+county+library+ghost&source=bl&ots=UYdfKoMUUf&sig=NIMAWPAHAYfmOuEfaVJWrcEOQSA&hl=en&sa=X&ei=HmnUUZiLJ4WIqQHGwoGoCw&ved=0CCwQ6AEwATgK#v=onepage&q=fairfax%20county%20library%20ghost&f=false
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Nicola
()
Date: July 05, 2013 05:00PM
We live in a new home that we built and I have never ever had any weird or questionable experiences in this home when it comes to ghost or spirits. Yesterday I was home with my little sister who was home due to no school because of snow. We were the only ones in the home. She was asleep in the loft on the other side of the house. I was putting makeup on in my room. It was around 10am everything was quiet in the house all of the sudden I hear NIC...NIC... My name is Nicola everyone really calls me Nic, it sounded like somebody was calling my name franticly. I mean whatever this was it was yelling my name. I was like what the heck. It honestly sounded like my grandmother who is still alive but is on vacation a couple states away. It sounded like my grandmother so much that I ran out to the kitchen as I believed she was here even though I knew she was on vacation. It was so weird. When I got to the kitchen the house was quiet. Since my sister's loft is separate from the house attached to the garage I did not even go up there because she always sleeps until 2pm if she does not have school. Pretty much right after that I flew out of the house. Later I got a call from my sister who was now in the main house watching TV. She calls me and says she heard somebody in her room say "hey" and then when she ran to the house into the living room she said the TV and direct TV box turned off by its self. I did not want to scare her so I did not share my experience with her.
It gets a little weirder I then called my mom to tell her what I experienced and what happened to my sister but before I could tell her because I know she is a skeptical about everything she says you want to hear something weird I heard somebody say Nicola twice in my post office. Ok my mom works in a post office in a very rural area I mean this place is in the middle of nowhere and has nothing around it except for farm land. She is lucky if she gets two customers a day. She said I heard your name twice like Nicola Nicola like somebody was yelling for you. She said it honestly sounded like my sister calling my name and my sister is alive. I mean this really kind of freaks me out because she only had five customers that day and nobody but her was there at the time. I have heard growing up that if you hear someone calling your name it's a bad omen but then my sister heard "hey" so maybe somebody is trying to make some sort of contact with us?. I am also concerned because the voice I heard sounded like my grandmother and the voice my sister heard sounded like my sister. I just wanted to know what everyone thinks about that.
It gets a little weirder I then called my mom to tell her what I experienced and what happened to my sister but before I could tell her because I know she is a skeptical about everything she says you want to hear something weird I heard somebody say Nicola twice in my post office. Ok my mom works in a post office in a very rural area I mean this place is in the middle of nowhere and has nothing around it except for farm land. She is lucky if she gets two customers a day. She said I heard your name twice like Nicola Nicola like somebody was yelling for you. She said it honestly sounded like my sister calling my name and my sister is alive. I mean this really kind of freaks me out because she only had five customers that day and nobody but her was there at the time. I have heard growing up that if you hear someone calling your name it's a bad omen but then my sister heard "hey" so maybe somebody is trying to make some sort of contact with us?. I am also concerned because the voice I heard sounded like my grandmother and the voice my sister heard sounded like my sister. I just wanted to know what everyone thinks about that.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
jazellegrace
()
Date: July 06, 2013 04:11PM
Re: Waterloo Bridge on Old Waterloo Rd in Warrenton: These are the words received Saturday at the heighth of the super moon, where the previously posted pictures were taken. Backstory: Bridge had Union/Confed 'battle' over Rappahannock River. Waterloo was an actual 'town' then, but now only 2 houses remain (one was original post office now private home). There was a wooden bridge Aug 1862, but it was rebuilt 1919.
3:06 am; words came in this order: MANNER, EXPERIMENT (us), DUTY (soldiers), GOVERNMENT (Fed soldiers), OR, AROUND, DIFFERENT (town gone?), ENGINEER (who built the bridge), DIFFICULTY (either building bridge or Civil War fighting
YOU DECIDE!
3:06 am; words came in this order: MANNER, EXPERIMENT (us), DUTY (soldiers), GOVERNMENT (Fed soldiers), OR, AROUND, DIFFERENT (town gone?), ENGINEER (who built the bridge), DIFFICULTY (either building bridge or Civil War fighting
YOU DECIDE!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Swordsaint101
()
Date: July 06, 2013 05:31PM
I am a former Sailor.
My ship was decommissioned back in 2007. The Navy gave her crew an option to transfer to another ship, or to go ahead and get out of the military. Fed up with the treatment, I opted for the latter.
The USS Saipan, LHA-2, had been in service since Vietnam. It was 40 years old, and held together with rust and paint. Anytime we deployed, something broke, and we would have to limp to port, and we, the ships engineers, would fix it while the rest of the crew could take a leisurely leave wherever we pulled in to make repairs.
I worked with nearly a dozen other men and women in what was called the Main Space, where the ships engines and Main Reduction Gears were kept. It was a large, open space, with two floors. The floors were covered in industrial metal sheets, secured in place with rivets. The plates had three kinds of rivets, broke, bent, and missing. The plates rattled like crazy, with every step you made. The stairs (ladders, we called em) were secured in place with a pot metal pin at the top and the bottom. Everything in that place sounded like you were throwing pots down stairs when you walked.
At the head of the Main Space was our Center Console. It was an isolated room, with air condition, where the brass could sit and drink soda while the rest of us worked in 100+ degree temperatures, and tell us how we didn't work hard enough, or didn't make them look good enough for their bosses. While in port, when the brass wanted to go grab a beer with their buddies, when the fires of the boiler were out and the space was relatively cool... We sat in the console for Watch Duty.
From the console you could sit in the CHENG (Chief Engineer's) chair. A chair reserved for the well... Chief Engineer. It was for the big cheese to sit in, not some enlisted nobody! But hey, he's on shore! You could also see the entire upper level of the Main Space from that chair, making it ideal for watch standing. Nobody got in or out of the space without your knowledge. It was your job as watch stander to make sure that nobody messed with your space.
The strange thing was, I would talk to other watchstanders over the years, and they would mention things that didn't quite add up on watch. One fella told me that he heard someone running in the space. Like all-out booking it back and forth on the deck plates. He said at first it sounded like one guy, then several. He was convinced someone was messing with him, but this didn't make sense to neither him nor myself, as the space had a six foot bilge on the lower level... It would be a considerable drop if someone were to just hop the railing (also rickety, and held together with copper wire in many places) and you would hear them hit the bilge. All the entrances and exits to the place were dogged, mechanical hinges that operated with a lever, so it wasn't a quick exit. If anyone entered or left, the pressure in the whole place would have changed. We were on the very bottom of the ship. I'm not sure the mechanics of it, but anyone opening a door to that place made a huge vacuum, you could FEEL them open. Thing is, I had similar stories from other no-nonsense types that they felt a presence, or saw people walk by the front windows of the console (there was a super narrow catwalk by one window where the walkway was elevated, where you can see someones feet if they walked by, but there was really nowhere to go from that catwalk... It was for fixing insulation on steam pipes that ran over the console).
Also common, folks told of a Chief that would wake you if you fell asleep on watch in the CHENGS chair (which, surprisingly enough, was comfy, so falling asleep at 3am with the droning buzz of the console was easy to do!). Thing is, its the job of ALL khakis (Chiefs and Officers) to wake you if youre asleep on watch, but this one, no one had ever seen before. People would think we had a new chief, or after he left question just who he was, and why he was in our space.
Our Shaft Alley (yeah, I said it) was generally creepy as hell, you never quite felt alone down there, and people reported seeing spectral shadows moving about down there as well. The shaft alley was a six story ladder (a real ladder, not a stairs-ladder) down into a space that was maybe the size of a double wide trailer with the ships shaft (attached to the propeller) running through it. The path to the shaft alley was a rickety catwalk right smack in the middle of the ships hangar bay. It was shoddily constructed even when it was in its prime, and once you navigated this gauntlet of tetanus, you had the reward of your six story climb. However, whether due to design flaw or someone with a sick sense of humor, the light switch that controlled all of Shaft Alley... Was at the TOP of the six foot ladder. So just anybody could come and flick that switch and your happy butt was in the dark, and good luck climbing up that ladder. Thing is, no matter how ninja footed you were, you were making sound if you were trying to goof with someone. People reported having someone turn the lights off on them, and they start climbing the ladder, and demanding they cut the light back on. The light comes back on... They finish their climb, and there's no one around.
I never felt comfortable in certain parts of the ship. I told folks that there were places on the ship that I just WOULD NOT GO. Something just weirded me out in these locations. Without telling others what these places were, people would ask me...
"The lower V?" (Sort of like our ships basement, but this is where Morale Welfare and Recreation put our fun stuff... So the place was well-lit, open, and designed to be a warm and inviting environment...)
"Behind the fuel oil pump?" (Oddly, this was in the mainspace, and it was literally just on the other side of a machine only mildly larger than your oven... It, too, was well-lit...)
There were other places on the ship where I just didn't feel welcome, or I felt like I had an extra presence watching me play Playstation over my shoulder.
The O-2 deck took them all, though...
During your time as a Sailor, youre expected to mess crank. What that means is, that since the Galley workers cook your food and feed you, you're supposed to help lighten their load by helping them out for a few months. Staying overnight to chop onions, making sure things are clean, things like that. Granted they never came down and thanked us for making the ship move through the water by fixing the engine, but that's neither here nor there.
I lucked out. I got to spend my crank time taking out officer's trash, and keeping their hallways clean. It was long and thankless work due to the tyrant watching over the process.
The Navy is saturated in tradition. The O-2 level stood for Officers, level 2... It was the second floor for officers, and where they slept and did whatever else officers did. Enlisted personnel were not supposed to be up there for any reason. Often I had to explain why I was on THEIR level to passers by.
One night, as I was finishing my cleaning (I still had things to do before I was "done") I was struck with an overwhelming compulsion to run. To just haul it as fast as I could out of there. I saw nothing that caused me to want to run, I didn't hear anything. It was just an urge... The same urge I think that rabbits feel when they know a fox is near, but cannot see it. That was the most scared I had ever been in my life, and do you remember what I said earlier about all the doors having dogs? Could you imagine having to run from something that you are SURE was right on your tail but could not see, and having to undog and redog every door in your way? The strange thing was, I ceased to feel that urge, like a weight being removed, the SECOND I crossed the limit to the O-2 level and crossed into enlisted territory. I did not experience that again during the rest of my time cranking.
My ship was decommissioned back in 2007. The Navy gave her crew an option to transfer to another ship, or to go ahead and get out of the military. Fed up with the treatment, I opted for the latter.
The USS Saipan, LHA-2, had been in service since Vietnam. It was 40 years old, and held together with rust and paint. Anytime we deployed, something broke, and we would have to limp to port, and we, the ships engineers, would fix it while the rest of the crew could take a leisurely leave wherever we pulled in to make repairs.
I worked with nearly a dozen other men and women in what was called the Main Space, where the ships engines and Main Reduction Gears were kept. It was a large, open space, with two floors. The floors were covered in industrial metal sheets, secured in place with rivets. The plates had three kinds of rivets, broke, bent, and missing. The plates rattled like crazy, with every step you made. The stairs (ladders, we called em) were secured in place with a pot metal pin at the top and the bottom. Everything in that place sounded like you were throwing pots down stairs when you walked.
At the head of the Main Space was our Center Console. It was an isolated room, with air condition, where the brass could sit and drink soda while the rest of us worked in 100+ degree temperatures, and tell us how we didn't work hard enough, or didn't make them look good enough for their bosses. While in port, when the brass wanted to go grab a beer with their buddies, when the fires of the boiler were out and the space was relatively cool... We sat in the console for Watch Duty.
From the console you could sit in the CHENG (Chief Engineer's) chair. A chair reserved for the well... Chief Engineer. It was for the big cheese to sit in, not some enlisted nobody! But hey, he's on shore! You could also see the entire upper level of the Main Space from that chair, making it ideal for watch standing. Nobody got in or out of the space without your knowledge. It was your job as watch stander to make sure that nobody messed with your space.
The strange thing was, I would talk to other watchstanders over the years, and they would mention things that didn't quite add up on watch. One fella told me that he heard someone running in the space. Like all-out booking it back and forth on the deck plates. He said at first it sounded like one guy, then several. He was convinced someone was messing with him, but this didn't make sense to neither him nor myself, as the space had a six foot bilge on the lower level... It would be a considerable drop if someone were to just hop the railing (also rickety, and held together with copper wire in many places) and you would hear them hit the bilge. All the entrances and exits to the place were dogged, mechanical hinges that operated with a lever, so it wasn't a quick exit. If anyone entered or left, the pressure in the whole place would have changed. We were on the very bottom of the ship. I'm not sure the mechanics of it, but anyone opening a door to that place made a huge vacuum, you could FEEL them open. Thing is, I had similar stories from other no-nonsense types that they felt a presence, or saw people walk by the front windows of the console (there was a super narrow catwalk by one window where the walkway was elevated, where you can see someones feet if they walked by, but there was really nowhere to go from that catwalk... It was for fixing insulation on steam pipes that ran over the console).
Also common, folks told of a Chief that would wake you if you fell asleep on watch in the CHENGS chair (which, surprisingly enough, was comfy, so falling asleep at 3am with the droning buzz of the console was easy to do!). Thing is, its the job of ALL khakis (Chiefs and Officers) to wake you if youre asleep on watch, but this one, no one had ever seen before. People would think we had a new chief, or after he left question just who he was, and why he was in our space.
Our Shaft Alley (yeah, I said it) was generally creepy as hell, you never quite felt alone down there, and people reported seeing spectral shadows moving about down there as well. The shaft alley was a six story ladder (a real ladder, not a stairs-ladder) down into a space that was maybe the size of a double wide trailer with the ships shaft (attached to the propeller) running through it. The path to the shaft alley was a rickety catwalk right smack in the middle of the ships hangar bay. It was shoddily constructed even when it was in its prime, and once you navigated this gauntlet of tetanus, you had the reward of your six story climb. However, whether due to design flaw or someone with a sick sense of humor, the light switch that controlled all of Shaft Alley... Was at the TOP of the six foot ladder. So just anybody could come and flick that switch and your happy butt was in the dark, and good luck climbing up that ladder. Thing is, no matter how ninja footed you were, you were making sound if you were trying to goof with someone. People reported having someone turn the lights off on them, and they start climbing the ladder, and demanding they cut the light back on. The light comes back on... They finish their climb, and there's no one around.
I never felt comfortable in certain parts of the ship. I told folks that there were places on the ship that I just WOULD NOT GO. Something just weirded me out in these locations. Without telling others what these places were, people would ask me...
"The lower V?" (Sort of like our ships basement, but this is where Morale Welfare and Recreation put our fun stuff... So the place was well-lit, open, and designed to be a warm and inviting environment...)
"Behind the fuel oil pump?" (Oddly, this was in the mainspace, and it was literally just on the other side of a machine only mildly larger than your oven... It, too, was well-lit...)
There were other places on the ship where I just didn't feel welcome, or I felt like I had an extra presence watching me play Playstation over my shoulder.
The O-2 deck took them all, though...
During your time as a Sailor, youre expected to mess crank. What that means is, that since the Galley workers cook your food and feed you, you're supposed to help lighten their load by helping them out for a few months. Staying overnight to chop onions, making sure things are clean, things like that. Granted they never came down and thanked us for making the ship move through the water by fixing the engine, but that's neither here nor there.
I lucked out. I got to spend my crank time taking out officer's trash, and keeping their hallways clean. It was long and thankless work due to the tyrant watching over the process.
The Navy is saturated in tradition. The O-2 level stood for Officers, level 2... It was the second floor for officers, and where they slept and did whatever else officers did. Enlisted personnel were not supposed to be up there for any reason. Often I had to explain why I was on THEIR level to passers by.
One night, as I was finishing my cleaning (I still had things to do before I was "done") I was struck with an overwhelming compulsion to run. To just haul it as fast as I could out of there. I saw nothing that caused me to want to run, I didn't hear anything. It was just an urge... The same urge I think that rabbits feel when they know a fox is near, but cannot see it. That was the most scared I had ever been in my life, and do you remember what I said earlier about all the doors having dogs? Could you imagine having to run from something that you are SURE was right on your tail but could not see, and having to undog and redog every door in your way? The strange thing was, I ceased to feel that urge, like a weight being removed, the SECOND I crossed the limit to the O-2 level and crossed into enlisted territory. I did not experience that again during the rest of my time cranking.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
night stalker
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Date: July 06, 2013 05:40PM
It started when I was about seven years old. It was around midnight and I was thirsty so I decided to go downstairs and get a class of water. I had just fixing to go down the stair when a hand shot out of the darkness and grabbed me by the throat. I stood there with this hand clasped tightly around my throat for what seemed like ages. Finally the hand let go and I ran right back to my bedroom and got under the covers and pulled them over my head.
The next day I told my parents about what happened and they said that I was just imagining things and shouldn't watch scary movies before I go to bed. That same night I told my parents about what happened I was being punched and prodded by the thing that had grabbed me. The next day my mother saw the bruises I got and asked my brother had he been hitting me. He said no and told her he had been seeing strange lights in front of my bedroom and would hear my name being called out at night when he went to use the bathroom.
The next day while my brother and I were playing outside in the woods we saw a row of five or six tombstones. We ran to the house and showed our parents. They believed us after that and we moved out of the house three months later.
To this day I think the ghost has followed me because I still wake up with strange bruises and her my name being called out in the night.
The next day I told my parents about what happened and they said that I was just imagining things and shouldn't watch scary movies before I go to bed. That same night I told my parents about what happened I was being punched and prodded by the thing that had grabbed me. The next day my mother saw the bruises I got and asked my brother had he been hitting me. He said no and told her he had been seeing strange lights in front of my bedroom and would hear my name being called out at night when he went to use the bathroom.
The next day while my brother and I were playing outside in the woods we saw a row of five or six tombstones. We ran to the house and showed our parents. They believed us after that and we moved out of the house three months later.
To this day I think the ghost has followed me because I still wake up with strange bruises and her my name being called out in the night.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Scary Movie 2
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Date: July 06, 2013 06:25PM
My Pussy's Gone Crazy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=sw-oQlitqCY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=sw-oQlitqCY
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
MoreInfo
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Date: July 06, 2013 06:55PM
You should be able to find what you need here............
Abandoned Tuberculosis Sanatorium - MD
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gU3XpTH044Q
Abandoned Tuberculosis Sanatorium - MD
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gU3XpTH044Q
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Confederate ghost
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Date: July 07, 2013 07:57AM
I live near a farm with my grandparents and just outside the farm's property is an old church that was called Hickory Grove church. It was built to honor a attack on Union troops by the 8th regiment where there was only one presumed death on the Confederate side.
His body was never found and was assumed to be buried directly underneath the property. Now every so often you see a blueish orb floating and bobing around the church.
His body was never found and was assumed to be buried directly underneath the property. Now every so often you see a blueish orb floating and bobing around the church.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
newport news
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Date: July 07, 2013 04:40PM
Lived on Ellen Rd from the late 1970s till the mid 80s for two years, my bedroom was in the attic. It was a look setup and comfortable for a teenager, it was a little creepy at first but I got used to it. Nothing scary or weird ever happened the whole time I stayed up there. But after a few years I got a new bedroom set, there was no way to fit the new stuff up the narrow staircase so I settled in the room below. That's when weird stuff started to happen.
For several weeks in the middle of the night something seemed to be coming down the steps, I mean you could literally hear it. I'm not talking about a mouse or anything like that, I mean footsteps and the sound of someone brushing against the walls of the stairway. On several occasions friends who spent the night heard it as well. It was very disturbing but it seemed like whoever or whatever it was wanted me back up there. A year or so later I finally got the nerve to sleep up there again, not every night but on a few occasions when we had guests that slept in my room downstairs. Nothing happened on those nights, everything was fine. I guess it was content to have me up there once in a while because the downstairs visits stopped.
For several weeks in the middle of the night something seemed to be coming down the steps, I mean you could literally hear it. I'm not talking about a mouse or anything like that, I mean footsteps and the sound of someone brushing against the walls of the stairway. On several occasions friends who spent the night heard it as well. It was very disturbing but it seemed like whoever or whatever it was wanted me back up there. A year or so later I finally got the nerve to sleep up there again, not every night but on a few occasions when we had guests that slept in my room downstairs. Nothing happened on those nights, everything was fine. I guess it was content to have me up there once in a while because the downstairs visits stopped.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
tormented
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Date: July 07, 2013 05:00PM
I've had some strange things happen in my home. I felt like I was paralyzed for a brief second. I've also heard footsteps that led to nobody. My kids have witnessed a shadow that looked big black kind of tall. I also have felt the presence of ''him'' a demon of some sort. My daughter would be asleep in her room and she'd wake up to a little girl by her bedside. And one morning I woke up to a little girl saying mom mom mommy and there would be nobody there and she'd pull the covers off my legs and all of a sudden the covers just got tugged off me. My daughter let my youngest son borrow her bean bag and he got up on his bed and was sleeping for a little bit while everyone else was asleep. And he heard it move when there was no one in sight. He also was up in his bed another night and his closet door was open a little bit and he heard it shut.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost Hunters
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Date: July 07, 2013 05:11PM
The Historic Bailiwick Inn, Fairfax
The inn is the perfect place for a couple who loves ghosts and want to get away for the weekend! There have been at least three apparitions seen, cold spots, mysterious water spots and doors slamming in the building which are quite common.
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The inn is the perfect place for a couple who loves ghosts and want to get away for the weekend! There have been at least three apparitions seen, cold spots, mysterious water spots and doors slamming in the building which are quite common.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
kris
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Date: July 08, 2013 08:08AM
One early day I was fishing on the Rappahannock River (city dock) and I turned around and I saw a Confederate ghost. All I saw was his face and looked liked he was cold and had a white stash and beard and looked as if he was mad. So I looked back foreward then turned around and he wasn't there.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
kellys
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Date: July 08, 2013 08:19AM
Upon hearing from my family about a black mass float along the wall in there room I didn't doubt there was something odd. Another time this same mass entered my nephews room. There have been other instances where the figure of an apparition came out of the kitchen wall and just disappears on the other side of the kitchen.
A couple of months later I stayed at my parents for a few days. Thinking nothing of the stories I was in the garage one day having a smoke when I felt someone put their hand on the small of my back.
The only thing behind me was a wall and the back of the couch. The following day I had my cell in my hand and went to make a call but before I could turn it on there was awful static and I could hear the voices of women. I took the battery out of my phone but it didn't stop. Finally after removing the phone from the house and putting it in my car it stopped. I put the battery in my phone and made a call all seemed fine. That evening it happened again, this time we let our father hear it. He didn't know what to say. Ultimately I was asked to put the phone in the car and leave it there till I leave. I can't say that this surprises me because it has happened in every house my sister lived .
What ever this is it has been much more evil towards my little sis. She isn't alone, my brother, my father, and myself have all experienced one thing or another. I really feel what ever this is, it is attached to either a piece of antique furniture in the home which I know of at least 2. A hope chest and a secretary both belonging to my father's side of the family. I am almost positive there are more antiques around that I am probably unaware of. I myself have an antique belonging to my mom and dad but later lost it to unfortunate circumstances.
I have had small things happen but nothing to spook me. More playful like things such as moving knick-knacks silverware disappearing and showing back up later, and my children are grown and on their own. This has all gone on when I am home alone or when my hubby and I are asleep. There was only one thing that ever made me skittish, it was when someone whispered my name in my ear and my hair actually looked like someone was blowing on it.
Someone was with me that day, who I don't know but I welcome the chance for anyone who wants to contact me from the other side, please do so. I am a believer and I will always remain one.
A couple of months later I stayed at my parents for a few days. Thinking nothing of the stories I was in the garage one day having a smoke when I felt someone put their hand on the small of my back.
The only thing behind me was a wall and the back of the couch. The following day I had my cell in my hand and went to make a call but before I could turn it on there was awful static and I could hear the voices of women. I took the battery out of my phone but it didn't stop. Finally after removing the phone from the house and putting it in my car it stopped. I put the battery in my phone and made a call all seemed fine. That evening it happened again, this time we let our father hear it. He didn't know what to say. Ultimately I was asked to put the phone in the car and leave it there till I leave. I can't say that this surprises me because it has happened in every house my sister lived .
What ever this is it has been much more evil towards my little sis. She isn't alone, my brother, my father, and myself have all experienced one thing or another. I really feel what ever this is, it is attached to either a piece of antique furniture in the home which I know of at least 2. A hope chest and a secretary both belonging to my father's side of the family. I am almost positive there are more antiques around that I am probably unaware of. I myself have an antique belonging to my mom and dad but later lost it to unfortunate circumstances.
I have had small things happen but nothing to spook me. More playful like things such as moving knick-knacks silverware disappearing and showing back up later, and my children are grown and on their own. This has all gone on when I am home alone or when my hubby and I are asleep. There was only one thing that ever made me skittish, it was when someone whispered my name in my ear and my hair actually looked like someone was blowing on it.
Someone was with me that day, who I don't know but I welcome the chance for anyone who wants to contact me from the other side, please do so. I am a believer and I will always remain one.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
chris1
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Date: July 08, 2013 08:23AM
kris Wrote:
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> One early day I was fishing on the Rappahannock
> River (city dock) and I turned around and I saw a
> Confederate ghost. All I saw was his face and
> looked liked he was cold and had a white stash and
> beard and looked as if he was mad. So I looked
> back foreward then turned around and he wasn't
> there.
Same here.. We were fishing just a little way up from the dock when we saw a soldier marching up the hill, but he wasn't touching the ground.. We went home...
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> One early day I was fishing on the Rappahannock
> River (city dock) and I turned around and I saw a
> Confederate ghost. All I saw was his face and
> looked liked he was cold and had a white stash and
> beard and looked as if he was mad. So I looked
> back foreward then turned around and he wasn't
> there.
Same here.. We were fishing just a little way up from the dock when we saw a soldier marching up the hill, but he wasn't touching the ground.. We went home...
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Jay in Chesapeake
()
Date: July 08, 2013 08:32AM
Many years ago I pulled into a culdesac in a commercial area of Chesapeake very near Greenbrier mall. I suspected that I had a flat tire and was inspecting it. It was about three in the afternoon but cloudy as if it might rain at any moment.I was next to a creek a very old motel was nearby - the place has since been demolished. I was crouched next to my car on kind of a hill that led down into marsh. As I stood up I slipped and rolled down the hill catching myself before plunging into the water. I was laughing at myself and regaining my feet when I saw a teenaged girl standing knee deep in the water. She was wearing blue jeans the cheap kind with an elastic-like look. She had a red coat. She was white brown hair. I was taken aback honestly and remember actually swaying back a bit from her. I was about to ask if she was alright when she opened her mouth she was speaking but no sound was coming out. It was like she was moving in slow motion.I was suddenly afraid for her and took a step into the water to help her but she vanished. Simply vanished entirely all at once. I sometimes drive past there a new hotel is built there and the creek is not so accessible.
I still wonder if I had bumped my head when I fell and imagined the entire thing. Or if some poor girl met her demise in that creek years ago.
I still wonder if I had bumped my head when I fell and imagined the entire thing. Or if some poor girl met her demise in that creek years ago.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
katie507
()
Date: July 08, 2013 08:38AM
I live in house that I believe to have been built in the 1920s. I just reciently moved in with my husband and have roomates that have that simlar stories. There seems to be 5 men that haunt the house. 3 being upstairs and two down. One of them makes himself nown almost every day of the week a figure 6 feet tall of med weight. I have seen him in and out of the kitchen thinking it's one of my roomates and I relise that I am the only one in the house.
One night I was sleeping on the couch when we were in transition of moving out of the last house we lived in when I suddenly woke up and there was a man standing on the edge of the couch looking down on me he said my name and then slowly faded like that you would see in a horror film.
One time during the day I was cleaning the stairs to the upstiars and a man was in front of me on the top of the stairs scowling and I looked up at him and yelled ''what! I'm cleaning. You have a problem with that? '' he then quickly darted upstairs out of sight.Another night reciently I was watching TV in the living room and saw another figure about 6 feet tall coming out of the bathroom across from the living room, and at the bottom of the stairs turn off the light to the bathroom pause to look in my direction and walk into my husbands and mine room to the left. Thinging again it was one of my roomates I was quickly mistaken when the roommate that was home started his car to leave leaving me the only person the house. These are just a fraction of what goes on each day along with mispaced and missing belongings.
One night I was sleeping on the couch when we were in transition of moving out of the last house we lived in when I suddenly woke up and there was a man standing on the edge of the couch looking down on me he said my name and then slowly faded like that you would see in a horror film.
One time during the day I was cleaning the stairs to the upstiars and a man was in front of me on the top of the stairs scowling and I looked up at him and yelled ''what! I'm cleaning. You have a problem with that? '' he then quickly darted upstairs out of sight.Another night reciently I was watching TV in the living room and saw another figure about 6 feet tall coming out of the bathroom across from the living room, and at the bottom of the stairs turn off the light to the bathroom pause to look in my direction and walk into my husbands and mine room to the left. Thinging again it was one of my roomates I was quickly mistaken when the roommate that was home started his car to leave leaving me the only person the house. These are just a fraction of what goes on each day along with mispaced and missing belongings.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Johnny Reb
()
Date: July 08, 2013 08:43AM
I live on rt 460 near the Owens Farm, there is an old slave cemetery on our farm. I have experienced cold spots as well as have seen what looked like a young boy standing beside one of the trees where the remains of an old barn was. I was out cutting fire wood and saw what looked like a dark figure of a person standing by one of the stone markers. This is an old grave yard, there aren't any names just field stone rings. Some at one time had plants beside them that aren't usually found growing in the woods.
I don't have any pictures to submit but I have had run ins with ghosts before . I used to work for the Maryland Park service at Point Lookout State Park. In the civil war it was the north's version of Andersonville prison . Which was a very bad place to be put. At Point Lookout in 1864 there were up to 26 000 rebels imprisoned. It is a very haunted place . I have had several unexplained things happen to me while working there . In and around Fort Lincoln and while doing restoration work on the old prison road I saw some things that just can't be so to some people, but they happen there. Five of us all saw the same thing while driving by the old prison gate on the way to work in the picnic grounds. We saw a person in old gray ratty clothes fall down as if they had been shot and then just fade away.
I am not as rattled by these things as I once was . There are ghosts, I would very much like to talk to someone who might know some of the local history on Bells Mill road, also the old tavern ruins ?? Just a chimney is left now .
I don't have any pictures to submit but I have had run ins with ghosts before . I used to work for the Maryland Park service at Point Lookout State Park. In the civil war it was the north's version of Andersonville prison . Which was a very bad place to be put. At Point Lookout in 1864 there were up to 26 000 rebels imprisoned. It is a very haunted place . I have had several unexplained things happen to me while working there . In and around Fort Lincoln and while doing restoration work on the old prison road I saw some things that just can't be so to some people, but they happen there. Five of us all saw the same thing while driving by the old prison gate on the way to work in the picnic grounds. We saw a person in old gray ratty clothes fall down as if they had been shot and then just fade away.
I am not as rattled by these things as I once was . There are ghosts, I would very much like to talk to someone who might know some of the local history on Bells Mill road, also the old tavern ruins ?? Just a chimney is left now .
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Posted by:
Haley's ghost pics
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Date: July 08, 2013 08:44AM
I went to the Bedford Avenel house back in October 2011. I took a lot of pictures while I was there and I think in the picture I have there is a ghost face. I never really experienced anything there but I do beileve there is a ghost there from watching videos and looking at pictures that people have.
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Posted by:
Rappahannock River Fisherman
()
Date: July 08, 2013 08:48AM
chris1 Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> kris Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > One early day I was fishing on the Rappahannock
> > River (city dock) and I turned around and I saw
> a
> > Confederate ghost. All I saw was his face and
> > looked liked he was cold and had a white stash
> and
> > beard and looked as if he was mad. So I looked
> > back foreward then turned around and he wasn't
> > there.
>
>
> Same here.. We were fishing just a little way up
> from the dock when we saw a soldier marching up
> the hill, but he wasn't touching the ground.. We
> went home...
One early day I was fishing on the Rappahannock River (city dock) and I turned around and I saw a Confederate ghost. All I saw was his face and looked liked he was cold and had a white stash and beard and looked as if he was mad. So I looked back foreward then turned around and he wasn't there.
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> kris Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > One early day I was fishing on the Rappahannock
> > River (city dock) and I turned around and I saw
> a
> > Confederate ghost. All I saw was his face and
> > looked liked he was cold and had a white stash
> and
> > beard and looked as if he was mad. So I looked
> > back foreward then turned around and he wasn't
> > there.
>
>
> Same here.. We were fishing just a little way up
> from the dock when we saw a soldier marching up
> the hill, but he wasn't touching the ground.. We
> went home...
One early day I was fishing on the Rappahannock River (city dock) and I turned around and I saw a Confederate ghost. All I saw was his face and looked liked he was cold and had a white stash and beard and looked as if he was mad. So I looked back foreward then turned around and he wasn't there.
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Posted by:
Retired Nurse
()
Date: July 08, 2013 08:50AM
After working LTC many years I have many stories. One that comes to mind is: one morning after report and hearing of this dying resident, who rested quitely "except when the monster was chasing her." and need a personal alarm, as tried to climb out of bed then.-- I checked her first and took in her am meds. She ask: "Do I have to go with that mean man?" I told her No, that she could go with someone nice. Went on to visit about her serious illness and I ask if there was anyone she wanted to come sit with her or a minister called. She replied in the negative. No family and not religious. I ask if she wanted me to say a prayer with her. That was affirmative and we said the Lord's Prayer together. On finishing she stated, "He's gone!" She died the next day and never from the time of the prayer, was she trying to escape the bad man or monster. (She could definitely see him. I couldn't)
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Posted by:
My Dad's story
()
Date: July 08, 2013 09:25AM
My Dad used to tell a story that was unnerving for him. He and my Mom had just had a verbal "thing" of sorts. My Mom was an active alcoholic, my Dad was a recovering alcoholic. My Mom had been drinking then she'd pass out. Wake up, drink some more, and pass out. This went on for years before she died.
One day she woke up and was drinking and that is when the verbal fight began. She stormed off to the bedroom and my Dad was in the kitchen and quite angry. He looked up and she had returned but she was wearing a long white gown. He took a double take and realized she was not actually human. It was my Mom yet it wasn't.
She looked behind her where my Mom was, then looked at my Dad. She looked behind her to my Mom again and looked at my Dad again. My Dad described the look on her face as very sad. She slowing shook her head back and forth.
My Dad asked her who she was, she never spoke. My Dad started to approach her and she disappeared. 'Course, first thing he did was to go check on my Mom. She was sitting there happily drinking away oblivious to what had just happened.
He never did understand what that was all about, he could only guess and thought it was my Mom's soul or a guardian angel or some such thing.
One day she woke up and was drinking and that is when the verbal fight began. She stormed off to the bedroom and my Dad was in the kitchen and quite angry. He looked up and she had returned but she was wearing a long white gown. He took a double take and realized she was not actually human. It was my Mom yet it wasn't.
She looked behind her where my Mom was, then looked at my Dad. She looked behind her to my Mom again and looked at my Dad again. My Dad described the look on her face as very sad. She slowing shook her head back and forth.
My Dad asked her who she was, she never spoke. My Dad started to approach her and she disappeared. 'Course, first thing he did was to go check on my Mom. She was sitting there happily drinking away oblivious to what had just happened.
He never did understand what that was all about, he could only guess and thought it was my Mom's soul or a guardian angel or some such thing.
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Posted by:
"Tony told me"
()
Date: July 08, 2013 09:29AM
A friend of mine has a three year old son. A neighbor of theirs was dying of cancer, and my friend was going in to the home daily to help out as a neighbor, not as a nurse. Anyway, one morning at 9:00 she called the neighbor's husband to ask if he needed anything from the store as she and her son were on their way. He named a couple of things, and she and her son went to the store. It took about an hour, and at 10:00 she and her son drove up to the neighbor's house. The woman was in a coma and was expected to die at any time. My friend was kind of leery of taking her son in to the home because of the woman being in a coma, but she decided to anyway. She explained to him that the woman was not sleeping, she was in a coma and she wouldn't wake up and was very likely to die soon. He cut her off and said "Mama, she's already dead." She said, not yet, honey but soon. He said again very emphatically "Mama, she is dead." He was not upset about it, he was just stating a fact. She and her son walked up to the door and rang the bell. The hospice nurse answered the door and told them that the woman had passed away at 9:30 that morning. My friend and her son returned to the car, and she asked him "How did you know she was dead?" He said simply "Tony told me." My friend did not know anyone named Tony, either in the family or as a friend. She asked him to describe Tony. Her son said that Tony was a child who was about one year old and he was in the same house as the woman who died. The problem with that is that there had been no children in the house at all besides my friend's son, at least no LIVE children......
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Posted by:
Green Dress Ghost
()
Date: July 08, 2013 09:30AM
When I was a little girl around 1978 we lived in a corner large home 38th Street and Newport ave. I was outside in drive way with my step father as he worked on his car. A faceless woman in a green dress ran past us and into the house through the back door. My dad and I ran after her into the house and was stopped by my mom who said a lady just ran up the stairs. My mom, dad, myself, and 5 brothers and sisters looked in every room closet under beds bathroom and in the attic...
The lady with the green dress was nowhere to be found.
The lady with the green dress was nowhere to be found.
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Posted by:
Grandma said goodbye
()
Date: July 08, 2013 09:35AM
I have a personal one that just happened recently. The story starts 25 years ago when my grandmother died. To make a long story short, my parents and I had gone to pick her up for Christmas and found her dead in her apartment. My mom and I were talking on the way home and both shared that we had had dreams the night before in which grandma had said goodbye. (Incidentally, her best friend, who was in the hospital at the time, died within an hour of when Grandma died.)
Fast forward to December of 2005. I had a dream on December 15th in which my grandma appeared and said hello to me. In my dream she gave me a hug and said she was proud of me. I mentioned this to my mom the next day and she told me that it was the 25th anniversary of my grandma's death. My husband says I must have known, but I had no idea of the date of my Grandmother's death.
Fast forward to December of 2005. I had a dream on December 15th in which my grandma appeared and said hello to me. In my dream she gave me a hug and said she was proud of me. I mentioned this to my mom the next day and she told me that it was the 25th anniversary of my grandma's death. My husband says I must have known, but I had no idea of the date of my Grandmother's death.
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Posted by:
Weird!
()
Date: July 08, 2013 09:43AM
We once had a patient on our unit who ended up passing away. A few hours later, we got a call for a baby being born who was prenatally diagnosed with a cardiac defect. His last name was the same as the baby who died's middle name. When we admitted him, we asked the father what his first name was, and it turned out that he also had the same first name as the other baby who had passed. When the doctors performed his echo, they found a completely different defect than he was prenatally diagnosed with, the same diagnosis as the other baby. After this, we moved him to another room because we were all so freaked out about it.
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Posted by:
Scary voices
()
Date: July 08, 2013 10:18AM
I was sitting at the house I had just moved into. I had always been easily creeped out by things involving paranormal activity so living in a new house was a challenge. My mom had gone to the grocery store and I decided to sit outside.
When she returned I ate dinner and that stuff and went upstairs. I suddenly had the feeling of being watched. After the movers had brought our stuff I was upstairs alone unpacking when I heard a voice say ''let's play'' it sounded like an older person around my age.
Later I heard another voice and it said ''leave''. A few days later I decided to sort my things in my room when I heard the voice say ''I told you to leave'' then the kid voice said ''leave us''. I heard a few bumps and some ruckus and I assumed the spirits were fighting ever since I have never heard from them again.
When she returned I ate dinner and that stuff and went upstairs. I suddenly had the feeling of being watched. After the movers had brought our stuff I was upstairs alone unpacking when I heard a voice say ''let's play'' it sounded like an older person around my age.
Later I heard another voice and it said ''leave''. A few days later I decided to sort my things in my room when I heard the voice say ''I told you to leave'' then the kid voice said ''leave us''. I heard a few bumps and some ruckus and I assumed the spirits were fighting ever since I have never heard from them again.
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Posted by:
Ghost saved my life
()
Date: July 08, 2013 10:31AM
I work in an industrial section of town in a large office building surrounded by warehouses. I believe the
building used to be the headquarters of some freight business that went belly up in the late 90's explaining
why an office building would be situated in an area like this.
Now it's a cubicle farm for it workers like me. I work third shift from 9 pm until 6 am. Needless to say I
don't venture out for lunch or breaks. Instead I might spend some time in the break room or stretch my legs
and take a walk throughout the building.
There are a few other employees that work nights but they're in another part of facility and we rarely see
each other. So I will wander the building looking in offices or just stare out of the windows alone.
Across the street is a warehouse that has been closed up for years. It's adorned with a weather-worn sign the
name of the business it once serviced nearly washed away. Occasionally I see a few cars parked out front of it
for what business I don't know usually close to dawn if at all.
This night around 2 am I was standing in a meeting room with a view of the warehouse. I was idly sipping from
a cup of tea and thinking about what might be inside the abandoned warehouse or perhaps behind it. To the right
of the warehouse is a fence blocking a long driveway. It is usually left standing open as it was this night. There
is no lighting so any light reaching the fence is coming from the street lights – you can see maybe five or six
feet down the driveway before the view is swallowed by darkness.
I was staring into the darkness when my eye caught something moving just beyond the fence. As I watched a face
appeared followed by the rest of a person as they strode out from behind the open fence. It was a young woman
perhaps 20 dressed oddly – a flannel shirt red I thought though I couldn't be certain with a corduroy jacket and
ight-tan slacks. She had very long very well kept blonde hair. She was dressed in a style common during the 80's
for this area. ''that's weird'' I wondered aloud. I figured any second her friends or boyfriend would join her
they're probably at the abandoned warehouse drinking or what have you.
As I was watching I noticed she seemed distressed as if she were afraid and looking for someone. She pulled her
arms up about her and stood there for about a minute looking left and right. The meeting room I was in was not lit
so the most a person could see of me from the outside was a silhouette if anything.
She looked in my direction and her gaze lingered on me for a moment. She turned and disappeared into the darkness
walking rapidly. I had half a mind to go outside and see if she needed help but she was gone. Several weeks later
in the same meeting room I am seated and again drinking tea. I had my tablet and was reading an ebook in front of
the window. It had just finished raining heavily. I could hear water as it dripped just outside splashing in loud
plops rhythmically.
A passing car caught my attention causing me to look up from my reading. My view happened to fall onto the dark
driveway again and I noticed that the girl from before was back. She was dressed the same.In fact all of her motions
were exactly like they were weeks before – as if she had practiced and performed it over and over. I thought perhaps
she was homeless maybe not mentally well. But she appeared to be perfectly clean and fine aside from the 80's era garb.
Like weeks before she eventually rested her eyes on me and I could tell she could see me as I was illuminated by my
tablet. She turned and again disappeared into the darkness next to the warehouse.
Last week I arrived to work but instead of going in I decided to walk across the street and take a look beyond the
fence. I retrieved a small flashlight I keep in the car it doesn't provide much light but it was better than nothing.
I walked up to the fence which was now closed and shined the light beyond. I saw nothing except for the driveway. Some
kind of small animal scurried away and made a ruckus as it escaped but aside from that there was nothing. Feeling silly
I muttered something under my breath and turned to walk away. Faintly I heard a girl's voice as if it were being carried
on the wind originating from somewhere deep behind the fence. I called out ''hello? ! ''.
There was no answer. I shined my light towards the direction I heard the voice but it was too small and I could not see
anything. I opened the fence more and as I did so it made a horrible grinding noise. It made me wince and I knew that if
there was anyone in the darkness beyond they were surely alerted of my presence. I walked about ten steps but I couldn't
see anything even with the flashlight. I called out several more times then decided to leave. I closed the fence up and
went into my office across the street.
Now firmly curious about this girl and the warehouse across the street I decided to eat my lunch in the meeting room. I
turned on the lights launched hulu and started browsing shows while my recently heated meal cooled.
As the latest episode of the daily show started I looked out the window and – not surprisingly at all – was the young
blonde haired woman. I immediately jumped up and waved. She was going through the same motions as the other two nights.
I ran out of the front of the building grabbing a large flashlight that the maintenance people keep on hand near the exit.
I was jogging out of the front door just in time to see the girl turn. I yelled and she stopped and looked at me. I figured
I must look like a crazy person and am probably frightening the poor girl to death but I had to know what her story was. I
started to cross the street and I could see that she was smiling at me.
Relieved I smiled back and was now in the middle of the street perhaps 20 yards from her. Still smiling she giggled and
seemed to be looking beyond me at something behind me. I looked over my shoulder but kept walking. There was nothing or no
one there just my car parked in the lot across the street. When I turned back the girl was still standing there she was
moving her mouth as if speaking but no words were coming out.
I began to walk slowly now still approaching her but nervous and unsure. I thought is she mute? No I had heard her laugh.
I thought perhaps she was having a bit of fun at my expense. I asked if she was alright I was asking her if she was hurt or
needed help.
She stopped ''speaking'' and smiled once more then turned and walked into the darkness. I was taken aback then remembered
that I was holding a large flashlight. I clicked it on and jogged to the driveway calling out as I did. The powerful beam
allowed me to view all the way down the driveway to the abandoned lot beyond – and I saw nothing. A line of trees were a
good 100 yards away. The side of the warehouse here was just a wall with boarded up windows. There were no doors and no
place to hide that I could see. Despite my better judgment and fearing for this girl I walked into the lot. I inspected the
grounds for maybe fifteen minutes but found nothing.
I walked back to the fence and turned off the flashlight. As I was standing there a car full of teenagers passed in the
street loud and obnoxious and tailed closely by another car. In a moment of sheer randomness a boy in the back seat of the
trailing car points a pistol out of the window and starts shooting at my building away from where I am standing. I quickly
crouched and dropped the flashlight. It went clattering away and turned on spinning a circling beam of light across the
concrete. Everything seemed to slow down and I wondered if they would turn the gun on me as they passed. Shaken I stayed
there prone for a moment and gathered my thoughts watching the cars as they sped away. After a moment I retrieved the
flashlight and walked back across the street entering my office.
There was already a small commotion as the other night workers had heard the ruckus and were investigating. Bullets had
struck the building in various places across it's front. Dazed I spoke with them as we walked to the meeting room where I
often sit which is very near my cubicle.
We saw right away that several bullets had indeed entered the room from the window. Astonished it was right where I usually
sit or stand on breaks the same place that I first spotted the young blonde woman. My coworker let out a long sigh looking at
me in amazement. There was even glass in the meal I had left uneaten on the table. Had I not pursued the girl I would surely
have been struck by at least one bullet.
So now nightly I make it a point to take a break in the meeting room and just watch the warehouse. I haven't seen the young
blonde woman again. For all I know she is flesh and blood perhaps a bit off but otherwise unremarkable. Or maybe not. I do
know one thing; if I ever see her again I plan on thanking her.
building used to be the headquarters of some freight business that went belly up in the late 90's explaining
why an office building would be situated in an area like this.
Now it's a cubicle farm for it workers like me. I work third shift from 9 pm until 6 am. Needless to say I
don't venture out for lunch or breaks. Instead I might spend some time in the break room or stretch my legs
and take a walk throughout the building.
There are a few other employees that work nights but they're in another part of facility and we rarely see
each other. So I will wander the building looking in offices or just stare out of the windows alone.
Across the street is a warehouse that has been closed up for years. It's adorned with a weather-worn sign the
name of the business it once serviced nearly washed away. Occasionally I see a few cars parked out front of it
for what business I don't know usually close to dawn if at all.
This night around 2 am I was standing in a meeting room with a view of the warehouse. I was idly sipping from
a cup of tea and thinking about what might be inside the abandoned warehouse or perhaps behind it. To the right
of the warehouse is a fence blocking a long driveway. It is usually left standing open as it was this night. There
is no lighting so any light reaching the fence is coming from the street lights – you can see maybe five or six
feet down the driveway before the view is swallowed by darkness.
I was staring into the darkness when my eye caught something moving just beyond the fence. As I watched a face
appeared followed by the rest of a person as they strode out from behind the open fence. It was a young woman
perhaps 20 dressed oddly – a flannel shirt red I thought though I couldn't be certain with a corduroy jacket and
ight-tan slacks. She had very long very well kept blonde hair. She was dressed in a style common during the 80's
for this area. ''that's weird'' I wondered aloud. I figured any second her friends or boyfriend would join her
they're probably at the abandoned warehouse drinking or what have you.
As I was watching I noticed she seemed distressed as if she were afraid and looking for someone. She pulled her
arms up about her and stood there for about a minute looking left and right. The meeting room I was in was not lit
so the most a person could see of me from the outside was a silhouette if anything.
She looked in my direction and her gaze lingered on me for a moment. She turned and disappeared into the darkness
walking rapidly. I had half a mind to go outside and see if she needed help but she was gone. Several weeks later
in the same meeting room I am seated and again drinking tea. I had my tablet and was reading an ebook in front of
the window. It had just finished raining heavily. I could hear water as it dripped just outside splashing in loud
plops rhythmically.
A passing car caught my attention causing me to look up from my reading. My view happened to fall onto the dark
driveway again and I noticed that the girl from before was back. She was dressed the same.In fact all of her motions
were exactly like they were weeks before – as if she had practiced and performed it over and over. I thought perhaps
she was homeless maybe not mentally well. But she appeared to be perfectly clean and fine aside from the 80's era garb.
Like weeks before she eventually rested her eyes on me and I could tell she could see me as I was illuminated by my
tablet. She turned and again disappeared into the darkness next to the warehouse.
Last week I arrived to work but instead of going in I decided to walk across the street and take a look beyond the
fence. I retrieved a small flashlight I keep in the car it doesn't provide much light but it was better than nothing.
I walked up to the fence which was now closed and shined the light beyond. I saw nothing except for the driveway. Some
kind of small animal scurried away and made a ruckus as it escaped but aside from that there was nothing. Feeling silly
I muttered something under my breath and turned to walk away. Faintly I heard a girl's voice as if it were being carried
on the wind originating from somewhere deep behind the fence. I called out ''hello? ! ''.
There was no answer. I shined my light towards the direction I heard the voice but it was too small and I could not see
anything. I opened the fence more and as I did so it made a horrible grinding noise. It made me wince and I knew that if
there was anyone in the darkness beyond they were surely alerted of my presence. I walked about ten steps but I couldn't
see anything even with the flashlight. I called out several more times then decided to leave. I closed the fence up and
went into my office across the street.
Now firmly curious about this girl and the warehouse across the street I decided to eat my lunch in the meeting room. I
turned on the lights launched hulu and started browsing shows while my recently heated meal cooled.
As the latest episode of the daily show started I looked out the window and – not surprisingly at all – was the young
blonde haired woman. I immediately jumped up and waved. She was going through the same motions as the other two nights.
I ran out of the front of the building grabbing a large flashlight that the maintenance people keep on hand near the exit.
I was jogging out of the front door just in time to see the girl turn. I yelled and she stopped and looked at me. I figured
I must look like a crazy person and am probably frightening the poor girl to death but I had to know what her story was. I
started to cross the street and I could see that she was smiling at me.
Relieved I smiled back and was now in the middle of the street perhaps 20 yards from her. Still smiling she giggled and
seemed to be looking beyond me at something behind me. I looked over my shoulder but kept walking. There was nothing or no
one there just my car parked in the lot across the street. When I turned back the girl was still standing there she was
moving her mouth as if speaking but no words were coming out.
I began to walk slowly now still approaching her but nervous and unsure. I thought is she mute? No I had heard her laugh.
I thought perhaps she was having a bit of fun at my expense. I asked if she was alright I was asking her if she was hurt or
needed help.
She stopped ''speaking'' and smiled once more then turned and walked into the darkness. I was taken aback then remembered
that I was holding a large flashlight. I clicked it on and jogged to the driveway calling out as I did. The powerful beam
allowed me to view all the way down the driveway to the abandoned lot beyond – and I saw nothing. A line of trees were a
good 100 yards away. The side of the warehouse here was just a wall with boarded up windows. There were no doors and no
place to hide that I could see. Despite my better judgment and fearing for this girl I walked into the lot. I inspected the
grounds for maybe fifteen minutes but found nothing.
I walked back to the fence and turned off the flashlight. As I was standing there a car full of teenagers passed in the
street loud and obnoxious and tailed closely by another car. In a moment of sheer randomness a boy in the back seat of the
trailing car points a pistol out of the window and starts shooting at my building away from where I am standing. I quickly
crouched and dropped the flashlight. It went clattering away and turned on spinning a circling beam of light across the
concrete. Everything seemed to slow down and I wondered if they would turn the gun on me as they passed. Shaken I stayed
there prone for a moment and gathered my thoughts watching the cars as they sped away. After a moment I retrieved the
flashlight and walked back across the street entering my office.
There was already a small commotion as the other night workers had heard the ruckus and were investigating. Bullets had
struck the building in various places across it's front. Dazed I spoke with them as we walked to the meeting room where I
often sit which is very near my cubicle.
We saw right away that several bullets had indeed entered the room from the window. Astonished it was right where I usually
sit or stand on breaks the same place that I first spotted the young blonde woman. My coworker let out a long sigh looking at
me in amazement. There was even glass in the meal I had left uneaten on the table. Had I not pursued the girl I would surely
have been struck by at least one bullet.
So now nightly I make it a point to take a break in the meeting room and just watch the warehouse. I haven't seen the young
blonde woman again. For all I know she is flesh and blood perhaps a bit off but otherwise unremarkable. Or maybe not. I do
know one thing; if I ever see her again I plan on thanking her.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
creepy deaths
()
Date: July 08, 2013 10:37AM
My husband's son died March 2004 and this was extremely traumatic for our family to say the least. My husband has grieved so horribly since that day. I talk to our son and I asked him to give us a sign that he was okay, so I asked him something very specific, I had a rose bush that was completely dead, you could snap a branch off and it was dry as a bone. I asked him bring roses all over that dead rose bush as a sign he was happy and okay. I told my husband of what I asked of our son and let me tell you one month later that rose bush was over flowing with roses!! I cried and cried, but I got my answer! Another thing he did was one morning I was getting his little brothers ready in the morning and the way our downstairs is set up you can see the reflection of the living room from the hallway pictures glass. As I was walking from the badroom into the hallway I saw a reflection of a man in the picture glass and it startled me and I got scared thinking there was a man in my living room. When I looked closer I saw it was my husband's son. I ran into the living room and there was nothing there. I called my husband at work and told him what I saw. He's a big skeptic about such things and just brushed it aside. Hours later we were notified that his son's mother had committed suicide. I think he was there to warn us or something. I don't know. But I know what I saw, and my husband knows that I called him that morning that I saw his son in our living room and we were notified that afternoon that his ex-wife had killed herself. ***shudder***
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Posted by:
frightened
()
Date: July 08, 2013 01:34PM
In my house, we hear someone come in the front door all the time and walk around upstairs. We think it's one of the kids coming home sometimes, but when the doors are all locked we know it can't be, so one of us will go up and look around. No one is there. It freaks us out. My teenagers have seen shadows of people walking down our hallway upstairs, her friends have seen it too. My husband and I have seen it downstairs. One night I was watching TV and saw what I thought was my daughter walk through the hallway as I was sitting on the couch. I thought "What is she doing up so late on a school night" and I waited for her to come out of the laundry room to give her a good talking to. Well, I waited and waited and she never came out so I went to see what she was doing... and NO ONE WAS IN THERE. I about pee'd myself. Because I KNOW i saw someone go in there. That freaked me out and I couldn't go to sleep that night.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
sams
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Date: July 08, 2013 02:06PM
i was working the 11-7 shift as a charge nurse in a nursing home. there was a patient named “sam“. sam had come to the home after a mugger had attacked him with a tire iron. the doctors had saved his life by removing the left side of his skull and part of his brain. sam’s head looked like a basketball that was deflated on one side. despite not really being able to take care of himself, he could read, watch tv, and engage in his favorite pastime, watching the young female nurses and aides. he wouldn’t do anything but put his arm around a girl’s shoulder to say ‘thank you‘ when she picked up his dinner tray. that was it. so sam became something of the nursing home mascot. but as it happens in this business, sam died of a blood infection six months after i started there.
the night of his death, we were gathered around the desk for the report from sandy, the 3-11 nurse, as she gave her report to me and three nurse’s aides. when sandy came to sam’s name, she said “sam died at about 3:30 this after…”. suddenly a call light came on. everyone stared at the light board. the call was coming from room 30. that room had been locked ever since the relatives had taken his belongings away. the call was coming from sam’s empty, locked room.
we all went down the hall to see what this was about. we thought that another patient had probably gotten into the room and put on the call bell. sam’s room was open, lights were on, call bell was pushed in ( old fashioned call light. shape like a bell, you had to push the button in the center to call and turn it off by twisting the edge of the bell). only one problem, no patient was up, the door was not forced, it was unlocked, all the staff were at the desk, the only one that had the key was the charge nurse and the door was locked when i made rounds not more then ten minutes before.
i mumbled something about loose wire. i twisted the call bell off, turned the room lights off, locked the door and went with the rest of the staff back to the nurse’s station. sandy started the report again. she didn’t get more than 3 minutes into the report, when sam’s call light came on again. we went down to find the room opened, lights on and call bell on, all patients in bed. i turned the call bell off, the lights off, and locked the room up again. back to the desk. report started again. the light came on again. by this time it was more nuisance than scary. so we decided to leave it on, continue report so that the other shift could leave.
after report, i went down to the room, turned off the call bell, replaced the old cord with a new call bell cord, turned off the room lights, and locked the door again. the bell stayed off but the signal on the board stayed on. we went down the longest hall- sam’s hall- to start our work. as we passed sam’s room the door was open but the lights were off. the nurses aides felt a cold breeze up their skirts( remember sam liked the ladies.) at that i went into the room to check if someone had opened a window. no window was open and no air conditioner was on in the room. i closed the door and locked the door again. and we continued. after we finished down that hall, we went past sam’s room again. the door was still closed and locked. by the time we finished the 1st round it was 2 am. back at the desk, the call light in sam’s room was off. we forgot about sam.
we drank our, by now, cold coffee. i did my paper work and the aides exchanged small talk. at 3 am, we started the second round down the long hall again. this time sam’s door was open and the females felt an even colder breeze. i went into the room. it was like a vacuum as if the air had been sucked out. i opened the windows but no air could dispel the vacuum. i had had enough. i yelled, “sam you’re dead! you spent enough time in this place. get out of here!” i closed the windows, locked the door again, and joined the aides for rounds. i didn’t go in that room until around 6:00 am. all four of us went for one last look. no vacuum, no breeze, sun shining through the window. nothing to prove anything happened that morning. we didn’t want to tell the 7-3 shift and risk the whole day looking at ink blots, so we kept the occurrences to ourselves but this was only the beginning. we were not prepared for what was going to happen next.
the following night, i get a call at home from sandy. she asked me if anything happened on 11-7 shift. i said “why?” sandy stated this tale.
“well when we were picking up the dinner trays we were one tray over. we passed out 26 trays and we picked up 27 trays.”
“somebody miscounted.” i said.
“that may have happened. only the 27th tray was outside sam’s room just as he had left it when he was alive…exactly as he left it.”
“somebody is pulling a prank on you, sandy”, i said.
“i don’t think so because when i stood up from taking the tray, i felt an arm around my shoulder just like sam had put it. i was the only one down that hall.”
i then told her what had happened the previous morning. she said, “well, it looks like we have ghost to add to the census.”
that wasn’t the end of the story. a week later another patient was admitted to room 30. a retired university professor. one night her light came on. she had seen a man staring at her from outside her window. when i asked her what the man looked like, she said that he was not normal looking. the left side of his head was deflated like an old volleyball (she used to play volleyball a lot in her younger days). i told her that i would go around the building and see if i could see him. the police were called to look for a potential prowler. they found no one and no footprints outside the window; no grass disturbed. but i knew who it was. when i told the nurse’s aides, they knew who it was. sam was back! over the years every female patient that was in that room saw sam staring at them through the window. no male patient would ever see him. for you see, sam liked the girls.
i left the nursing home some years later so don’t know how long sam stuck around. but these events were experienced and/or confirmed by various employees and patients. in my career working in nursing homes, reports like this are relatively common. i don’t know what to make of this, except that we just don’t know what happens after death and maybe some people just want to linger where they felt most comfortable. sam did.
the night of his death, we were gathered around the desk for the report from sandy, the 3-11 nurse, as she gave her report to me and three nurse’s aides. when sandy came to sam’s name, she said “sam died at about 3:30 this after…”. suddenly a call light came on. everyone stared at the light board. the call was coming from room 30. that room had been locked ever since the relatives had taken his belongings away. the call was coming from sam’s empty, locked room.
we all went down the hall to see what this was about. we thought that another patient had probably gotten into the room and put on the call bell. sam’s room was open, lights were on, call bell was pushed in ( old fashioned call light. shape like a bell, you had to push the button in the center to call and turn it off by twisting the edge of the bell). only one problem, no patient was up, the door was not forced, it was unlocked, all the staff were at the desk, the only one that had the key was the charge nurse and the door was locked when i made rounds not more then ten minutes before.
i mumbled something about loose wire. i twisted the call bell off, turned the room lights off, locked the door and went with the rest of the staff back to the nurse’s station. sandy started the report again. she didn’t get more than 3 minutes into the report, when sam’s call light came on again. we went down to find the room opened, lights on and call bell on, all patients in bed. i turned the call bell off, the lights off, and locked the room up again. back to the desk. report started again. the light came on again. by this time it was more nuisance than scary. so we decided to leave it on, continue report so that the other shift could leave.
after report, i went down to the room, turned off the call bell, replaced the old cord with a new call bell cord, turned off the room lights, and locked the door again. the bell stayed off but the signal on the board stayed on. we went down the longest hall- sam’s hall- to start our work. as we passed sam’s room the door was open but the lights were off. the nurses aides felt a cold breeze up their skirts( remember sam liked the ladies.) at that i went into the room to check if someone had opened a window. no window was open and no air conditioner was on in the room. i closed the door and locked the door again. and we continued. after we finished down that hall, we went past sam’s room again. the door was still closed and locked. by the time we finished the 1st round it was 2 am. back at the desk, the call light in sam’s room was off. we forgot about sam.
we drank our, by now, cold coffee. i did my paper work and the aides exchanged small talk. at 3 am, we started the second round down the long hall again. this time sam’s door was open and the females felt an even colder breeze. i went into the room. it was like a vacuum as if the air had been sucked out. i opened the windows but no air could dispel the vacuum. i had had enough. i yelled, “sam you’re dead! you spent enough time in this place. get out of here!” i closed the windows, locked the door again, and joined the aides for rounds. i didn’t go in that room until around 6:00 am. all four of us went for one last look. no vacuum, no breeze, sun shining through the window. nothing to prove anything happened that morning. we didn’t want to tell the 7-3 shift and risk the whole day looking at ink blots, so we kept the occurrences to ourselves but this was only the beginning. we were not prepared for what was going to happen next.
the following night, i get a call at home from sandy. she asked me if anything happened on 11-7 shift. i said “why?” sandy stated this tale.
“well when we were picking up the dinner trays we were one tray over. we passed out 26 trays and we picked up 27 trays.”
“somebody miscounted.” i said.
“that may have happened. only the 27th tray was outside sam’s room just as he had left it when he was alive…exactly as he left it.”
“somebody is pulling a prank on you, sandy”, i said.
“i don’t think so because when i stood up from taking the tray, i felt an arm around my shoulder just like sam had put it. i was the only one down that hall.”
i then told her what had happened the previous morning. she said, “well, it looks like we have ghost to add to the census.”
that wasn’t the end of the story. a week later another patient was admitted to room 30. a retired university professor. one night her light came on. she had seen a man staring at her from outside her window. when i asked her what the man looked like, she said that he was not normal looking. the left side of his head was deflated like an old volleyball (she used to play volleyball a lot in her younger days). i told her that i would go around the building and see if i could see him. the police were called to look for a potential prowler. they found no one and no footprints outside the window; no grass disturbed. but i knew who it was. when i told the nurse’s aides, they knew who it was. sam was back! over the years every female patient that was in that room saw sam staring at them through the window. no male patient would ever see him. for you see, sam liked the girls.
i left the nursing home some years later so don’t know how long sam stuck around. but these events were experienced and/or confirmed by various employees and patients. in my career working in nursing homes, reports like this are relatively common. i don’t know what to make of this, except that we just don’t know what happens after death and maybe some people just want to linger where they felt most comfortable. sam did.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Grandfather passed away
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Date: July 08, 2013 02:10PM
My mom and myself always considered ourselves 'sensitive'. My mother's father recently passed away and I live across the country from where he lived. On the night he died, my bedroom light went on by itself in the middle of the night. It has never done this. I looked around to see my husband fast asleep (no one else lives in the house) so I quickly turned the light off and got up to go to the bathroom. One of my arms was freezing cold but my face wasn't cold so I thought it was odd. While I was in the bathroom, I felt an intensely cold chill and thought maybe my husband had left a window open. I checked and it wasn't cold outside the bathroom and the windows were closed.
The night before we flew out for the funeral, I woke up to go to the bathroom, my husband was asleep but the downstairs light was on. It had been turned off when my husband went to sleep. Neither of these has ever happened and even turning on the downstairs lamp is quite difficult as it takes some force to turn the knob.
I'm not sure if my grandfather was checking in on me or if my mourning had caught the attention of 'something'.
The night before we flew out for the funeral, I woke up to go to the bathroom, my husband was asleep but the downstairs light was on. It had been turned off when my husband went to sleep. Neither of these has ever happened and even turning on the downstairs lamp is quite difficult as it takes some force to turn the knob.
I'm not sure if my grandfather was checking in on me or if my mourning had caught the attention of 'something'.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
9h
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Date: July 08, 2013 03:09PM
creepy deaths Wrote:
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> My husband's son died March 2004 and this was
> extremely traumatic for our family to say the
> least. My husband has grieved so horribly since
> that day. I talk to our son and I asked him to
> give us a sign that he was okay, so I asked him
> something very specific, I had a rose bush that
> was completely dead, you could snap a branch off
> and it was dry as a bone. I asked him bring roses
> all over that dead rose bush as a sign he was
> happy and okay. I told my husband of what I asked
> of our son and let me tell you one month later
> that rose bush was over flowing with roses!! I
> cried and cried, but I got my answer! Another
> thing he did was one morning I was getting his
> little brothers ready in the morning and the way
> our downstairs is set up you can see the
> reflection of the living room from the hallway
> pictures glass. As I was walking from the badroom
> into the hallway I saw a reflection of a man in
> the picture glass and it startled me and I got
> scared thinking there was a man in my living room.
> When I looked closer I saw it was my husband's
> son. I ran into the living room and there was
> nothing there. I called my husband at work and
> told him what I saw. He's a big skeptic about such
> things and just brushed it aside. Hours later we
> were notified that his son's mother had committed
> suicide. I think he was there to warn us or
> something. I don't know. But I know what I saw,
> and my husband knows that I called him that
> morning that I saw his son in our living room and
> we were notified that afternoon that his ex-wife
> had killed herself. ***shudder***
This is confusing. First you say your husband's son died. Then, you mention talking to "our" son? Is your son dead, too?
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> My husband's son died March 2004 and this was
> extremely traumatic for our family to say the
> least. My husband has grieved so horribly since
> that day. I talk to our son and I asked him to
> give us a sign that he was okay, so I asked him
> something very specific, I had a rose bush that
> was completely dead, you could snap a branch off
> and it was dry as a bone. I asked him bring roses
> all over that dead rose bush as a sign he was
> happy and okay. I told my husband of what I asked
> of our son and let me tell you one month later
> that rose bush was over flowing with roses!! I
> cried and cried, but I got my answer! Another
> thing he did was one morning I was getting his
> little brothers ready in the morning and the way
> our downstairs is set up you can see the
> reflection of the living room from the hallway
> pictures glass. As I was walking from the badroom
> into the hallway I saw a reflection of a man in
> the picture glass and it startled me and I got
> scared thinking there was a man in my living room.
> When I looked closer I saw it was my husband's
> son. I ran into the living room and there was
> nothing there. I called my husband at work and
> told him what I saw. He's a big skeptic about such
> things and just brushed it aside. Hours later we
> were notified that his son's mother had committed
> suicide. I think he was there to warn us or
> something. I don't know. But I know what I saw,
> and my husband knows that I called him that
> morning that I saw his son in our living room and
> we were notified that afternoon that his ex-wife
> had killed herself. ***shudder***
This is confusing. First you say your husband's son died. Then, you mention talking to "our" son? Is your son dead, too?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
creepy deaths
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Date: July 08, 2013 03:14PM
9h Wrote:
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> creepy deaths Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > My husband's son died March 2004 and this was
> > extremely traumatic for our family to say the
> > least. My husband has grieved so horribly since
> > that day. I talk to our son and I asked him to
> > give us a sign that he was okay, so I asked him
> > something very specific, I had a rose bush that
> > was completely dead, you could snap a branch
> off
> > and it was dry as a bone. I asked him bring
> roses
> > all over that dead rose bush as a sign he was
> > happy and okay. I told my husband of what I
> asked
> > of our son and let me tell you one month later
> > that rose bush was over flowing with roses!! I
> > cried and cried, but I got my answer! Another
> > thing he did was one morning I was getting his
> > little brothers ready in the morning and the
> way
> > our downstairs is set up you can see the
> > reflection of the living room from the hallway
> > pictures glass. As I was walking from the
> badroom
> > into the hallway I saw a reflection of a man in
> > the picture glass and it startled me and I got
> > scared thinking there was a man in my living
> room.
> > When I looked closer I saw it was my husband's
> > son. I ran into the living room and there was
> > nothing there. I called my husband at work and
> > told him what I saw. He's a big skeptic about
> such
> > things and just brushed it aside. Hours later
> we
> > were notified that his son's mother had
> committed
> > suicide. I think he was there to warn us or
> > something. I don't know. But I know what I saw,
> > and my husband knows that I called him that
> > morning that I saw his son in our living room
> and
> > we were notified that afternoon that his
> ex-wife
> > had killed herself. ***shudder***
>
>
> This is confusing. First you say your husband's
> son died. Then, you mention talking to "our" son?
> Is your son dead, too?
Apologies, he was my husband's son from a previous marriage. We always considered him "our son".
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> creepy deaths Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > My husband's son died March 2004 and this was
> > extremely traumatic for our family to say the
> > least. My husband has grieved so horribly since
> > that day. I talk to our son and I asked him to
> > give us a sign that he was okay, so I asked him
> > something very specific, I had a rose bush that
> > was completely dead, you could snap a branch
> off
> > and it was dry as a bone. I asked him bring
> roses
> > all over that dead rose bush as a sign he was
> > happy and okay. I told my husband of what I
> asked
> > of our son and let me tell you one month later
> > that rose bush was over flowing with roses!! I
> > cried and cried, but I got my answer! Another
> > thing he did was one morning I was getting his
> > little brothers ready in the morning and the
> way
> > our downstairs is set up you can see the
> > reflection of the living room from the hallway
> > pictures glass. As I was walking from the
> badroom
> > into the hallway I saw a reflection of a man in
> > the picture glass and it startled me and I got
> > scared thinking there was a man in my living
> room.
> > When I looked closer I saw it was my husband's
> > son. I ran into the living room and there was
> > nothing there. I called my husband at work and
> > told him what I saw. He's a big skeptic about
> such
> > things and just brushed it aside. Hours later
> we
> > were notified that his son's mother had
> committed
> > suicide. I think he was there to warn us or
> > something. I don't know. But I know what I saw,
> > and my husband knows that I called him that
> > morning that I saw his son in our living room
> and
> > we were notified that afternoon that his
> ex-wife
> > had killed herself. ***shudder***
>
>
> This is confusing. First you say your husband's
> son died. Then, you mention talking to "our" son?
> Is your son dead, too?
Apologies, he was my husband's son from a previous marriage. We always considered him "our son".
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Gadsby's Tavern Museum
()
Date: July 08, 2013 03:34PM
During a visit to Alexandria, Virginia, we heard of an old public house named Gadsby's Tavern. It was built in the 1770's and it boasts that nearly all of the founders of American Independence enjoyed the warm tavern hospitality there. In fact, the tavern goes as far as to say that no public building in America is more intimately associated with the struggle for independence and establishment of national sovereignty. For nearly a century it was a center of political, social and cultural life in this important colonial seaport community. Hey, with all those credentials, how could we resist a visit!
There were scheduled tours, so we signed up for one and also scheduled dinner. The tour was very historic, but there was one room upstairs that we were not allowed to enter. While taking a walking tour of the town later, though, we were told of a ghost that haunts that particular room. The legend goes something like this...
In 1816, a ship sailed into the port at Alexandria carrying a man and his beautiful wife. The woman was horribly ill, and the couple were taken to one of the most posh and respectable places in town, Gadsby's Tavern. They rented a room upstairs, above the ballroom, and she was given the best medical care that the town had to offer at the time. Despite the efforts of the doctor and his nurse, the woman died - but not before extracting an oath from all those attending: her identity was never to be revealed.
She was buried in St. Paul's Cemetary, and her table-top tombstone was inscribed: In memory of the female stranger, died October 14, 1816, age 23 years 8 months. Her husband disappeared suddenly, leaving all the bills from the boarding, medical care, and burial unpaid. The secret of the woman's identity was never revealed, even though those who knew it were left with the unpaid debt of over one thousand dollars.
It was not the last time that the woman was seen, however. She sometimes appears in the window of the upstairs room holding a candle, and can even be heard pacing the floors when the tavern is quiet. The ghost of the female stranger has also been spotted in the ballroom and on the stairways, holding her candle and wandering mysteriously along.
When we returned to the tavern for dinner, we didn't see or hear anything ghostly at all, but everyone that we talked to sweared that the ghost is really there!
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There were scheduled tours, so we signed up for one and also scheduled dinner. The tour was very historic, but there was one room upstairs that we were not allowed to enter. While taking a walking tour of the town later, though, we were told of a ghost that haunts that particular room. The legend goes something like this...
In 1816, a ship sailed into the port at Alexandria carrying a man and his beautiful wife. The woman was horribly ill, and the couple were taken to one of the most posh and respectable places in town, Gadsby's Tavern. They rented a room upstairs, above the ballroom, and she was given the best medical care that the town had to offer at the time. Despite the efforts of the doctor and his nurse, the woman died - but not before extracting an oath from all those attending: her identity was never to be revealed.
She was buried in St. Paul's Cemetary, and her table-top tombstone was inscribed: In memory of the female stranger, died October 14, 1816, age 23 years 8 months. Her husband disappeared suddenly, leaving all the bills from the boarding, medical care, and burial unpaid. The secret of the woman's identity was never revealed, even though those who knew it were left with the unpaid debt of over one thousand dollars.
It was not the last time that the woman was seen, however. She sometimes appears in the window of the upstairs room holding a candle, and can even be heard pacing the floors when the tavern is quiet. The ghost of the female stranger has also been spotted in the ballroom and on the stairways, holding her candle and wandering mysteriously along.
When we returned to the tavern for dinner, we didn't see or hear anything ghostly at all, but everyone that we talked to sweared that the ghost is really there!
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
9h
()
Date: July 08, 2013 04:30PM
creepy deaths Wrote:
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> 9h Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > creepy deaths Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > My husband's son died March 2004 and this was
> > > extremely traumatic for our family to say the
> > > least. My husband has grieved so horribly
> since
> > > that day. I talk to our son and I asked him
> to
> > > give us a sign that he was okay, so I asked
> him
> > > something very specific, I had a rose bush
> that
> > > was completely dead, you could snap a branch
> > off
> > > and it was dry as a bone. I asked him bring
> > roses
> > > all over that dead rose bush as a sign he was
> > > happy and okay. I told my husband of what I
> > asked
> > > of our son and let me tell you one month
> later
> > > that rose bush was over flowing with roses!!
> I
> > > cried and cried, but I got my answer! Another
> > > thing he did was one morning I was getting
> his
> > > little brothers ready in the morning and the
> > way
> > > our downstairs is set up you can see the
> > > reflection of the living room from the
> hallway
> > > pictures glass. As I was walking from the
> > badroom
> > > into the hallway I saw a reflection of a man
> in
> > > the picture glass and it startled me and I
> got
> > > scared thinking there was a man in my living
> > room.
> > > When I looked closer I saw it was my
> husband's
> > > son. I ran into the living room and there was
> > > nothing there. I called my husband at work
> and
> > > told him what I saw. He's a big skeptic about
> > such
> > > things and just brushed it aside. Hours later
> > we
> > > were notified that his son's mother had
> > committed
> > > suicide. I think he was there to warn us or
> > > something. I don't know. But I know what I
> saw,
> > > and my husband knows that I called him that
> > > morning that I saw his son in our living room
> > and
> > > we were notified that afternoon that his
> > ex-wife
> > > had killed herself. ***shudder***
> >
> >
> > This is confusing. First you say your
> husband's
> > son died. Then, you mention talking to "our"
> son?
> > Is your son dead, too?
>
> Apologies, he was my husband's son from a previous
> marriage. We always considered him "our son".
My fault; if I had read the entire post, I would have figured that out.
It's a sad and very tragic story. Hard on all of you...
-------------------------------------------------------
> 9h Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > creepy deaths Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > My husband's son died March 2004 and this was
> > > extremely traumatic for our family to say the
> > > least. My husband has grieved so horribly
> since
> > > that day. I talk to our son and I asked him
> to
> > > give us a sign that he was okay, so I asked
> him
> > > something very specific, I had a rose bush
> that
> > > was completely dead, you could snap a branch
> > off
> > > and it was dry as a bone. I asked him bring
> > roses
> > > all over that dead rose bush as a sign he was
> > > happy and okay. I told my husband of what I
> > asked
> > > of our son and let me tell you one month
> later
> > > that rose bush was over flowing with roses!!
> I
> > > cried and cried, but I got my answer! Another
> > > thing he did was one morning I was getting
> his
> > > little brothers ready in the morning and the
> > way
> > > our downstairs is set up you can see the
> > > reflection of the living room from the
> hallway
> > > pictures glass. As I was walking from the
> > badroom
> > > into the hallway I saw a reflection of a man
> in
> > > the picture glass and it startled me and I
> got
> > > scared thinking there was a man in my living
> > room.
> > > When I looked closer I saw it was my
> husband's
> > > son. I ran into the living room and there was
> > > nothing there. I called my husband at work
> and
> > > told him what I saw. He's a big skeptic about
> > such
> > > things and just brushed it aside. Hours later
> > we
> > > were notified that his son's mother had
> > committed
> > > suicide. I think he was there to warn us or
> > > something. I don't know. But I know what I
> saw,
> > > and my husband knows that I called him that
> > > morning that I saw his son in our living room
> > and
> > > we were notified that afternoon that his
> > ex-wife
> > > had killed herself. ***shudder***
> >
> >
> > This is confusing. First you say your
> husband's
> > son died. Then, you mention talking to "our"
> son?
> > Is your son dead, too?
>
> Apologies, he was my husband's son from a previous
> marriage. We always considered him "our son".
My fault; if I had read the entire post, I would have figured that out.
It's a sad and very tragic story. Hard on all of you...
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost Of The Woods
()
Date: July 08, 2013 05:49PM
I have always been interested in nature. Most of my afternoons are comprised of feeding the squirrels and birds on our property, occasionally taking wildlife photographs, and spending hours at a time alone observing the activity in my backyard woods. I have never exactly held an opinion on paranormal phenomena.
A couple of months ago on May 31 I had my first personal experience with what I refer to as a ghost or a spirit. After leaving some peanut butter crackers that I had made underneath one of the trees in our backyard, I sat down on the grass and began to observe my surroundings, becoming completely oblivious to time itself. That particular day had been very breezy, and the tree tops in the woods were in full movement. A few minutes had passed by when something that I cannot explain happened caught my eye.
A translucent figure had emerged from behind one of the tall pine trees in the woods. It did not have any facial features, but was simply the outline of a human being. Its body somewhat absorbed sunlight, giving it a shimmering effect. One of its arms was visible as it took a few steps before disappearing into thin air. I was completely in awe for several minutes until my mind had accepted into reality what I had just saw.
I am not sure if these things only appear to those who have great respect for nature and pay attention to it, but it felt as if it wanted to show itself to me. Throughout the short duration of my experience, I never once felt frightened. I do consider myself special to have witnessed something like this.
A couple of months ago on May 31 I had my first personal experience with what I refer to as a ghost or a spirit. After leaving some peanut butter crackers that I had made underneath one of the trees in our backyard, I sat down on the grass and began to observe my surroundings, becoming completely oblivious to time itself. That particular day had been very breezy, and the tree tops in the woods were in full movement. A few minutes had passed by when something that I cannot explain happened caught my eye.
A translucent figure had emerged from behind one of the tall pine trees in the woods. It did not have any facial features, but was simply the outline of a human being. Its body somewhat absorbed sunlight, giving it a shimmering effect. One of its arms was visible as it took a few steps before disappearing into thin air. I was completely in awe for several minutes until my mind had accepted into reality what I had just saw.
I am not sure if these things only appear to those who have great respect for nature and pay attention to it, but it felt as if it wanted to show itself to me. Throughout the short duration of my experience, I never once felt frightened. I do consider myself special to have witnessed something like this.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost Of The Woods
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Date: July 08, 2013 05:50PM
BTW this took place in Massachusetts not Fairfax, but I thought it was worth sharing. Not sure what this thing was a ghost or what.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Uncle Timmy
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Date: July 08, 2013 05:53PM
My friend's brother was in a bad car accident in the middle of the night, and was brought to the hospital I work at. My friend came to the hospital, leaving her husband and two small children at home. She didn't say anything to her children about what had happened, and didn't wake them up either, as she thought it would be best to wait.Anyway, despite the efforts from the medical team, her brother did not survive the trauma and died a few hours later. When my friend got home from the hospital, exhausted from her night and in shock from what happened, she was greeted by her very sleepy 6yr old daughter, who heard her keys in the front door. She was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, and said "mommy where is uncle Timmy?", my friend, not expecting this from her daughter, only answered "what sweetie?", her daughter said " uncle Timmy was in my room and told me to always where my seat belt, and that he loves me, but mommy where did he go? is he having breakfast with us?" My friend was in such disbelief she didn't know how to respond and just told her daughter that uncle Timmy had to go. Its amazing what messages spirits can leave behind and how they can still get through to us after they have passed.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
bad karma
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Date: July 08, 2013 05:58PM
I really love reading these stories. Here's some stuff from Northern Neck...
http://www.northernnecktoday.com/halloween09.htm
The Ghosts of Virginia Vol. III describes the Bliley family of Heathsville and their old house that dates to the late 1800s. Several family members experienced strange occurrences, and the sighting of an apparition of an elderly woman. On one occasion the apparition allegedly moved down the hallway and into a mural on the wall.
But author L.B. Taylor Jr. says one of the state’s most spectacular ghost stories is centered in Northumberland County, near Callao, where a malevolent, evil spirit is sasid to have invaded a mobile home.
Lights would come on after being turned off. Objects would fly through the air. Objects would disappear and magically reappear. The jets on the gas stove would come on, filling the trailer with dangerous fumes. Occupants were scratched by an unseen being.
The owners said they felt they were living in a horror movie, but this spirit, they were convinced, was evil. Once the couple decided to hold a séance and lit a candle. No sooner they turned out the lights, they said, than a mysterious wind blew out the candle and the table began to shake. There were no more attempts to contact the spirit after that.
The owner never figured out what was behind the mysterious goings on, but he did learn the previous owner of the trailer was an elderly woman, put in a nursing home against her will. The day she died was the same day he bought the mobile home!
There are probably even more ghost stories about Northern Neck hauntings that have never made it into print. It stands to reason there would be ghosts, of course, because of all the haunted houses in the area. Well, we don't know for sure that they're haunted, but they sure look haunted as you drive past on a dark, Autumn evening.
Attachments:
http://www.northernnecktoday.com/halloween09.htm
The Ghosts of Virginia Vol. III describes the Bliley family of Heathsville and their old house that dates to the late 1800s. Several family members experienced strange occurrences, and the sighting of an apparition of an elderly woman. On one occasion the apparition allegedly moved down the hallway and into a mural on the wall.
But author L.B. Taylor Jr. says one of the state’s most spectacular ghost stories is centered in Northumberland County, near Callao, where a malevolent, evil spirit is sasid to have invaded a mobile home.
Lights would come on after being turned off. Objects would fly through the air. Objects would disappear and magically reappear. The jets on the gas stove would come on, filling the trailer with dangerous fumes. Occupants were scratched by an unseen being.
The owners said they felt they were living in a horror movie, but this spirit, they were convinced, was evil. Once the couple decided to hold a séance and lit a candle. No sooner they turned out the lights, they said, than a mysterious wind blew out the candle and the table began to shake. There were no more attempts to contact the spirit after that.
The owner never figured out what was behind the mysterious goings on, but he did learn the previous owner of the trailer was an elderly woman, put in a nursing home against her will. The day she died was the same day he bought the mobile home!
There are probably even more ghost stories about Northern Neck hauntings that have never made it into print. It stands to reason there would be ghosts, of course, because of all the haunted houses in the area. Well, we don't know for sure that they're haunted, but they sure look haunted as you drive past on a dark, Autumn evening.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Marijke
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Date: July 08, 2013 06:41PM
Can souls of the deceased linger and touch the living?
Whether or not you believe in ghosts, you’ll surely hear many nurse ghost stories during your years of practice. Here’s one of them—my own.
I was working the night shift (11:30 p.m. to 7:30 a.m.) in a nine-bed residential palliative care facility. The building was fairly new and had been open for several years.
One night, I was sitting in the nursing station. Around 3 a.m., my colleague left to take a break, leaving me alone. All the patients were sleeping, and there were no overnight visitors.
All of a sudden, I heard a noise that I couldn’t place. I popped my head out of the office door and looked down the hall toward the patient rooms. I had thought perhaps someone was up. I saw there was nothing and turned in the other direction, toward the reception area. There, I saw something strange. In an empty room, the office chair moved from side to side as if someone had just quickly gotten up out of it. The place was silent—just the slight noise of the chair as it moved from side to side. I stood and watched the chair move slower and slower until it finally stopped. Then, I felt it. The air around me had been disturbed and I could feel it on my skin.
I could hear no sound coming from the patient rooms, nor from where my colleague was resting. There were no windows open or fans that were on. I even checked to see if anything had fallen off a shelf that may have hit the chair to make it move. I couldn’t find anything. Was it an earthquake? A tremor? A truck passing by? I looked around at all the other chairs that had stood still, the wall hangings that hadn’t budged.
I’ll admit I was spooked. There was nothing that could have caused the chair to move the way it did.
When I think back to that night, I still feel funny. I’m left wondering if someone who had passed away in that facility had come back to check on us. In palliative and hospice care, we know our patients will die. It is our job to help them pass through the stage of dying with as little pain and discomfort as possible. Death doesn’t intimidate us nor does it scare us. Death is a part of life. But what are ghosts?
Whether or not you believe in ghosts, you’ll surely hear many nurse ghost stories during your years of practice. Here’s one of them—my own.
I was working the night shift (11:30 p.m. to 7:30 a.m.) in a nine-bed residential palliative care facility. The building was fairly new and had been open for several years.
One night, I was sitting in the nursing station. Around 3 a.m., my colleague left to take a break, leaving me alone. All the patients were sleeping, and there were no overnight visitors.
All of a sudden, I heard a noise that I couldn’t place. I popped my head out of the office door and looked down the hall toward the patient rooms. I had thought perhaps someone was up. I saw there was nothing and turned in the other direction, toward the reception area. There, I saw something strange. In an empty room, the office chair moved from side to side as if someone had just quickly gotten up out of it. The place was silent—just the slight noise of the chair as it moved from side to side. I stood and watched the chair move slower and slower until it finally stopped. Then, I felt it. The air around me had been disturbed and I could feel it on my skin.
I could hear no sound coming from the patient rooms, nor from where my colleague was resting. There were no windows open or fans that were on. I even checked to see if anything had fallen off a shelf that may have hit the chair to make it move. I couldn’t find anything. Was it an earthquake? A tremor? A truck passing by? I looked around at all the other chairs that had stood still, the wall hangings that hadn’t budged.
I’ll admit I was spooked. There was nothing that could have caused the chair to move the way it did.
When I think back to that night, I still feel funny. I’m left wondering if someone who had passed away in that facility had come back to check on us. In palliative and hospice care, we know our patients will die. It is our job to help them pass through the stage of dying with as little pain and discomfort as possible. Death doesn’t intimidate us nor does it scare us. Death is a part of life. But what are ghosts?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
boo
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Date: July 08, 2013 07:23PM
Ghost Of The Woods Wrote:
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> I have always been interested in nature. Most of
> my afternoons are comprised of feeding the
> squirrels and birds on our property
This is how you spend most of your afternoons?
And, why would you feed squirrels? They're pests; shoot them.
> A couple of months ago on May 31
May 31 was not a couple of months ago.
> I had my first
> personal experience with what I refer to as a
> ghost or a spirit. After leaving some peanut
> butter crackers that I had made underneath one of
> the trees in our backyard, I sat down on the grass
> and began to observe my surroundings,
LOL... this is funny.
> becoming
> completely oblivious to time itself.
Why is that not surprising?
> That
> particular day had been very breezy, and the tree
> tops in the woods were in full movement. A few
> minutes had passed by when something that I cannot
> explain happened caught my eye.
> A translucent figure had emerged from behind one
> of the tall pine trees in the woods. It did not
> have any facial features, but was simply the
> outline of a human being. Its body somewhat
> absorbed sunlight, giving it a shimmering effect.
> One of its arms was visible as it took a few steps
> before disappearing into thin air. I was
> completely in awe for several minutes until my
> mind had accepted into reality what I had just
> saw.
The "awe" lasted until the pot wore off.
> I am not sure if these things only appear to those
> who have great respect for nature and pay
> attention to it, but it felt as if it wanted to
> show itself to me. Throughout the short duration
> of my experience, I never once felt frightened. I
> do consider myself special to have witnessed
> something like this.
Tomorrow, after you place your peanut butter crackers under a tree, sit down on the grass and observe your surroundings..... drug free.
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> I have always been interested in nature. Most of
> my afternoons are comprised of feeding the
> squirrels and birds on our property
This is how you spend most of your afternoons?
And, why would you feed squirrels? They're pests; shoot them.
> A couple of months ago on May 31
May 31 was not a couple of months ago.
> I had my first
> personal experience with what I refer to as a
> ghost or a spirit. After leaving some peanut
> butter crackers that I had made underneath one of
> the trees in our backyard, I sat down on the grass
> and began to observe my surroundings,
LOL... this is funny.
> becoming
> completely oblivious to time itself.
Why is that not surprising?
> That
> particular day had been very breezy, and the tree
> tops in the woods were in full movement. A few
> minutes had passed by when something that I cannot
> explain happened caught my eye.
> A translucent figure had emerged from behind one
> of the tall pine trees in the woods. It did not
> have any facial features, but was simply the
> outline of a human being. Its body somewhat
> absorbed sunlight, giving it a shimmering effect.
> One of its arms was visible as it took a few steps
> before disappearing into thin air. I was
> completely in awe for several minutes until my
> mind had accepted into reality what I had just
> saw.
The "awe" lasted until the pot wore off.
> I am not sure if these things only appear to those
> who have great respect for nature and pay
> attention to it, but it felt as if it wanted to
> show itself to me. Throughout the short duration
> of my experience, I never once felt frightened. I
> do consider myself special to have witnessed
> something like this.
Tomorrow, after you place your peanut butter crackers under a tree, sit down on the grass and observe your surroundings..... drug free.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
MedicLifelineRN
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Date: July 08, 2013 08:08PM
Strange, we have a hospital in our city that has a story like that. When the hosp was just open there was a massive car accident. The parents were killed but the two children survived long enough to make it to the new ER where they later passed away. Many times patients see them playing in their room or sitting on the window before things go south. Sometimes they say" Do you see the children, where are their parents, why are they in my room." When you heard or saw this you knew the end was near. Many pts stated they heard children laughing. At times the staff might heard something late at night, and this believe me was a busy hosp day or night. It did not matter what floor ER. ICU Med/surg, it was always the same.
I know because my father helped build the hospital I am speaking of, and I worked there for a while, and there are any stories to tell. We had one of the few free standing hospce houses in the country, and the stories I could tell while working there, day and night.
I know because my father helped build the hospital I am speaking of, and I worked there for a while, and there are any stories to tell. We had one of the few free standing hospce houses in the country, and the stories I could tell while working there, day and night.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Bonnie Piper
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Date: July 08, 2013 08:14PM
I work in an outpatient clinic that has established an office in an old "cancer building". Evidently, this building was used for radiation oncology and cancer treatment for outpatients. So now, it is an office used for just physician office visits. When we first moved to this building in 2007, we had a new physician that also established a private practice in the back of the building. Since she initially had no staff assigned to her, I helped her set up her office. She was the best in her field and had loads of certificates and awards to hang on the wall. We decorated and hung the documents on the wall and everything looked quite nice for her to start her practice. We then established the hospital portion of the office on the front side of the building and had everything in place for both practices.
I frequently helped her out in her office until she could get her own staff. One day she asked me if I had moved any of the things on the wall? I told her I hadn't and saw that all the documents were moved to different places and her decorations were reversed. I thought that maybe the housekeeper had moved things while dusting and forgot about it.
Over the next few months, this happened more often. Additionally, things were rearranged on her desk. I finally talked to the housekeeper and asked about it. The housekeeper was horrified and said that she didn't touch anything. She had been informed from her "boss" that she should only vacuum and clean the exam rooms. I explained this to the physician and she laughingly replied "maybe we have a ghost". Over the next few months, I really didn't think much more about it. I didn't need to help the physician out as much because she had hired an assistant.
The physician went on an extended vacation and her private practice was locked up for a few weeks. The other part of the building, where I worked the most, was busy with other physicians. My days were hectic and many times I worked straight through the day without lunch or any break, but I always had my coffee cup full. And many days I left it half-full, locked my office door and left in a hurry to finally get home. One morning, I came in and my coffee cup was scrubbed clean and sitting on a paper towel. When I went to my desk, all my pens were removed from my pen holder and the pens were scattered on the desk and there were pencils in the holder. When the housekeeper came to the office to clean, I asked her if she had been in my office and she said that she couldn't get into because it was locked.
I became very curious about all this activity and other things that occurred throughout the building, like magazines moved and chairs re-arranged. I decided to try to find the nursing staff that had worked in this building prior to us and ask them a few questions. I was able to locate one nurse that had worked in the "cancer center" and asked her if anyone had ever died in the center. Being that it was an outpatient center, I didn't think so, but thought I'd ask. Sure enough, there was a poor dear lady named Mary, that passed away in that building while getting her cancer treatment. I inquired about that patient and was informed that she had been a cleaning lady for physician practices. Really! Now things were starting to come together.
Two years went by, with an occasional visit from our "friendly cleaning ghost". We got use to it and would fake like we were talking to her. The physician placed a sign on her desk that said something to the effect that "friendly ghosts are welcome".
One day the physician and I had a chance to have some smalltalk and I told her about what I found out about the ghost. She told me that she welcomes ghosts when they are good ghosts! Imagine that!! I jokingly told her that if she ever leaves our hospital, that she should take the ghost with her.
She did....I haven't had my coffee cup cleaned that well since last year when that physician left. The pictures, magazines, chairs and decorations never change. I miss the physician and Mary.
*Mary is a fictitious name to protect anonymity.
I frequently helped her out in her office until she could get her own staff. One day she asked me if I had moved any of the things on the wall? I told her I hadn't and saw that all the documents were moved to different places and her decorations were reversed. I thought that maybe the housekeeper had moved things while dusting and forgot about it.
Over the next few months, this happened more often. Additionally, things were rearranged on her desk. I finally talked to the housekeeper and asked about it. The housekeeper was horrified and said that she didn't touch anything. She had been informed from her "boss" that she should only vacuum and clean the exam rooms. I explained this to the physician and she laughingly replied "maybe we have a ghost". Over the next few months, I really didn't think much more about it. I didn't need to help the physician out as much because she had hired an assistant.
The physician went on an extended vacation and her private practice was locked up for a few weeks. The other part of the building, where I worked the most, was busy with other physicians. My days were hectic and many times I worked straight through the day without lunch or any break, but I always had my coffee cup full. And many days I left it half-full, locked my office door and left in a hurry to finally get home. One morning, I came in and my coffee cup was scrubbed clean and sitting on a paper towel. When I went to my desk, all my pens were removed from my pen holder and the pens were scattered on the desk and there were pencils in the holder. When the housekeeper came to the office to clean, I asked her if she had been in my office and she said that she couldn't get into because it was locked.
I became very curious about all this activity and other things that occurred throughout the building, like magazines moved and chairs re-arranged. I decided to try to find the nursing staff that had worked in this building prior to us and ask them a few questions. I was able to locate one nurse that had worked in the "cancer center" and asked her if anyone had ever died in the center. Being that it was an outpatient center, I didn't think so, but thought I'd ask. Sure enough, there was a poor dear lady named Mary, that passed away in that building while getting her cancer treatment. I inquired about that patient and was informed that she had been a cleaning lady for physician practices. Really! Now things were starting to come together.
Two years went by, with an occasional visit from our "friendly cleaning ghost". We got use to it and would fake like we were talking to her. The physician placed a sign on her desk that said something to the effect that "friendly ghosts are welcome".
One day the physician and I had a chance to have some smalltalk and I told her about what I found out about the ghost. She told me that she welcomes ghosts when they are good ghosts! Imagine that!! I jokingly told her that if she ever leaves our hospital, that she should take the ghost with her.
She did....I haven't had my coffee cup cleaned that well since last year when that physician left. The pictures, magazines, chairs and decorations never change. I miss the physician and Mary.
*Mary is a fictitious name to protect anonymity.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
dorzlei
()
Date: July 08, 2013 08:19PM
When I was still in nursing school, we would sometimes be assigned to district hospitals located an hour away from the city. There we heard stories from the staff meant to scare us. I figured, it's just their way of 'welcoming' us that I never even gave it much thought.
One night, during our evening break at about 11pm... since we were not that familiar with the nooks & crannies of the wing yet, we asked a nurse on duty the way to the canteen. She said she's also on a break herself, we cud go with her to the canteen. We followed her, chatting silently behind her. She told us that we'll be going to a short cut, that we never doubted why she'd lead us near the newly-constructed building. Then she said, she'll just hurry out ahead of us 'coz she'll be meeting someone...then out she went through the door.
We were stunned. Just stunned. Later, we were told that she was really a nurse then in the hospital. It's just that she still thinks she is.
One night, during our evening break at about 11pm... since we were not that familiar with the nooks & crannies of the wing yet, we asked a nurse on duty the way to the canteen. She said she's also on a break herself, we cud go with her to the canteen. We followed her, chatting silently behind her. She told us that we'll be going to a short cut, that we never doubted why she'd lead us near the newly-constructed building. Then she said, she'll just hurry out ahead of us 'coz she'll be meeting someone...then out she went through the door.
We were stunned. Just stunned. Later, we were told that she was really a nurse then in the hospital. It's just that she still thinks she is.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
anon456
()
Date: July 08, 2013 08:24PM
We have a rather newer building, only a couple of years old, but it still has strange things happening. We share our unit with ICU and probably patients have passed away in all the rooms at one time or another. One night all the nurses kept asking if other nurses had adjusted the oxygen flows on their patients because they kept changing from what they had been set at. We all had it happen to at least a couple of our patients, all through the unit, all night long. It was so very strange.
Another time me and another nurse observed the TV turning off and on, off and on over and over again in an empty room. I went in and physically turned it off, only to have it turn off and on again as soon as I sat back down at the station. We thought maybe it was the remote that plugs into the wall (controls TV, call light, etc). We unplugged and plugged it back in, tested it out and it worked fine. Sat back down and the TV started doing its thing again. I called some other nurses over to witness and we were all creeped out. Finally one nurse went and unplugged the TV from the wall and that fixed the problem.
There is a very long corridor between two buildings that gets creepy at night. It is close to 1/4 mile long. Twice I have had the doors open for me at the end of the corridor before I had a chance to get close enough to swipe my badge to open the doors. No one in sight on either side of the doors.
Another time me and another nurse observed the TV turning off and on, off and on over and over again in an empty room. I went in and physically turned it off, only to have it turn off and on again as soon as I sat back down at the station. We thought maybe it was the remote that plugs into the wall (controls TV, call light, etc). We unplugged and plugged it back in, tested it out and it worked fine. Sat back down and the TV started doing its thing again. I called some other nurses over to witness and we were all creeped out. Finally one nurse went and unplugged the TV from the wall and that fixed the problem.
There is a very long corridor between two buildings that gets creepy at night. It is close to 1/4 mile long. Twice I have had the doors open for me at the end of the corridor before I had a chance to get close enough to swipe my badge to open the doors. No one in sight on either side of the doors.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
CD
()
Date: July 08, 2013 08:34PM
A few days before he died, my father saw deer in Central Park.
Morphine is a wonderful thing.
Morphine is a wonderful thing.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Debra in Middleburg
()
Date: July 08, 2013 09:11PM
While driving hwy 50 toward Middleburg VA one day I glanced in my rearview mirror and clearly saw a large black horse/no rider leaping across the road behind me I asked companions in the car to look back, and see where the horse had gone but he was nowhere in sight -it was as if he disappeared into thin air.
Has anyone else had 'the black horse ' sighting in that area ? Just curious ....
Has anyone else had 'the black horse ' sighting in that area ? Just curious ....
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Scared Shitless
()
Date: July 08, 2013 09:19PM
dorzlei Wrote:
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> When I was still in nursing school, we would
> sometimes be assigned to district hospitals
> located an hour away from the city. There we heard
> stories from the staff meant to scare us. I
> figured, it's just their way of 'welcoming' us
> that I never even gave it much thought.
>
> One night, during our evening break at about
> 11pm... since we were not that familiar with the
> nooks & crannies of the wing yet, we asked a nurse
> on duty the way to the canteen. She said she's
> also on a break herself, we cud go with her to the
> canteen. We followed her, chatting silently behind
> her. She told us that we'll be going to a short
> cut, that we never doubted why she'd lead us near
> the newly-constructed building. Then she said,
> she'll just hurry out ahead of us 'coz she'll be
> meeting someone...then out she went through the
> door.
>
> We were stunned. Just stunned. Later, we were told
> that she was really a nurse then in the hospital.
> It's just that she still thinks she is.
This story scared the shit out of me. I swear to God I will never, EVER work in a hospital in my life. God help me if I ever get sick and have to go to a hospital!
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> When I was still in nursing school, we would
> sometimes be assigned to district hospitals
> located an hour away from the city. There we heard
> stories from the staff meant to scare us. I
> figured, it's just their way of 'welcoming' us
> that I never even gave it much thought.
>
> One night, during our evening break at about
> 11pm... since we were not that familiar with the
> nooks & crannies of the wing yet, we asked a nurse
> on duty the way to the canteen. She said she's
> also on a break herself, we cud go with her to the
> canteen. We followed her, chatting silently behind
> her. She told us that we'll be going to a short
> cut, that we never doubted why she'd lead us near
> the newly-constructed building. Then she said,
> she'll just hurry out ahead of us 'coz she'll be
> meeting someone...then out she went through the
> door.
>
> We were stunned. Just stunned. Later, we were told
> that she was really a nurse then in the hospital.
> It's just that she still thinks she is.
This story scared the shit out of me. I swear to God I will never, EVER work in a hospital in my life. God help me if I ever get sick and have to go to a hospital!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
whaat?
()
Date: July 08, 2013 11:31PM
dale Wrote:
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> In DC in the 50's there was a porn theater; it
> burned down and some people died, later as it was
> being demolished, there were freak accidents and
> yet a few more people died
> (do you see a trend here?)(all of this has been in
> the paper) eventually a new building is built; in
> 1991, my dh was on this jobsite for a complete
> renovation; at this time
> none of the guys really new the above history;
> some guys, dh, included started saying that they
> felt chills(it was summer-no a/c), like they were
> being watched, feeling creepiness.
> My dh kept saying that he felt something "bad"
> following him (he only told his co-workers
> this)And he is(was) a die-hard skeptic-he never
> believed ANY ghost stories; In a month,
> one guy lost a finger, another guy fell down a
> flight of steps(he said it felt like someone
> pushed him), and quite a few guys dodged falling
> objects, another guy tripped and
> broke his arm-there were more accidents at this
> job than the company had had in the last 10 YEARS
> combined.
>
> In june, my dh had a freak accident and cut off
> the tip of his left index finger; he then told me
> about the bad feelings and weird occurrances. Two
> weeks later, he went back to
> work. At 10am, I got this message "Dawn, xxxx has
> been hurt, there is alot of blood, but I think
> he'll live. The paramedicas are taking him to GW"
> My dh had almost lost 1/2 of
> his left hand; He said he felt the presence all
> day, and then a 200 pound peice of cast Iron pipe
> fell, straight down with the open end smashing
> down on his hand-like a 200 pound
> cookie cutter from 10 feet up; The paramedics on
> the scene said that based on what they saw, my dh
> should of lost his hand-it was concrete, dh hand
> and then pipe; the weird thing
> is that my dh said that at the last second he
> actually saw something-a white "blur" push the
> pipe away, so that that is was diverted from
> crushing straight down. After he was hurt
> about 5 guys refused to even put foot on the
> jobsite. After three surgeries and 6mos of rehab,
> my dh could use his hand-but I still get chills
> when I look at the semi-circular scar
> that divides his hand in half.
WTF is your dh?
-------------------------------------------------------
> In DC in the 50's there was a porn theater; it
> burned down and some people died, later as it was
> being demolished, there were freak accidents and
> yet a few more people died
> (do you see a trend here?)(all of this has been in
> the paper) eventually a new building is built; in
> 1991, my dh was on this jobsite for a complete
> renovation; at this time
> none of the guys really new the above history;
> some guys, dh, included started saying that they
> felt chills(it was summer-no a/c), like they were
> being watched, feeling creepiness.
> My dh kept saying that he felt something "bad"
> following him (he only told his co-workers
> this)And he is(was) a die-hard skeptic-he never
> believed ANY ghost stories; In a month,
> one guy lost a finger, another guy fell down a
> flight of steps(he said it felt like someone
> pushed him), and quite a few guys dodged falling
> objects, another guy tripped and
> broke his arm-there were more accidents at this
> job than the company had had in the last 10 YEARS
> combined.
>
> In june, my dh had a freak accident and cut off
> the tip of his left index finger; he then told me
> about the bad feelings and weird occurrances. Two
> weeks later, he went back to
> work. At 10am, I got this message "Dawn, xxxx has
> been hurt, there is alot of blood, but I think
> he'll live. The paramedicas are taking him to GW"
> My dh had almost lost 1/2 of
> his left hand; He said he felt the presence all
> day, and then a 200 pound peice of cast Iron pipe
> fell, straight down with the open end smashing
> down on his hand-like a 200 pound
> cookie cutter from 10 feet up; The paramedics on
> the scene said that based on what they saw, my dh
> should of lost his hand-it was concrete, dh hand
> and then pipe; the weird thing
> is that my dh said that at the last second he
> actually saw something-a white "blur" push the
> pipe away, so that that is was diverted from
> crushing straight down. After he was hurt
> about 5 guys refused to even put foot on the
> jobsite. After three surgeries and 6mos of rehab,
> my dh could use his hand-but I still get chills
> when I look at the semi-circular scar
> that divides his hand in half.
WTF is your dh?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Answers
()
Date: July 09, 2013 05:05AM
whaat? Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> dale Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > In DC in the 50's there was a porn theater; it
> > burned down and some people died, later as it
> was
> > being demolished, there were freak accidents
> and
> > yet a few more people died
> > (do you see a trend here?)(all of this has been
> in
> > the paper) eventually a new building is built;
> in
> > 1991, my dh was on this jobsite for a complete
> > renovation; at this time
> > none of the guys really new the above history;
> > some guys, dh, included started saying that
> they
> > felt chills(it was summer-no a/c), like they
> were
> > being watched, feeling creepiness.
> > My dh kept saying that he felt something "bad"
> > following him (he only told his co-workers
> > this)And he is(was) a die-hard skeptic-he never
> > believed ANY ghost stories; In a month,
> > one guy lost a finger, another guy fell down a
> > flight of steps(he said it felt like someone
> > pushed him), and quite a few guys dodged
> falling
> > objects, another guy tripped and
> > broke his arm-there were more accidents at this
> > job than the company had had in the last 10
> YEARS
> > combined.
> >
> > In june, my dh had a freak accident and cut off
> > the tip of his left index finger; he then told
> me
> > about the bad feelings and weird occurrances.
> Two
> > weeks later, he went back to
> > work. At 10am, I got this message "Dawn, xxxx
> has
> > been hurt, there is alot of blood, but I think
> > he'll live. The paramedicas are taking him to
> GW"
> > My dh had almost lost 1/2 of
> > his left hand; He said he felt the presence all
> > day, and then a 200 pound peice of cast Iron
> pipe
> > fell, straight down with the open end smashing
> > down on his hand-like a 200 pound
> > cookie cutter from 10 feet up; The paramedics
> on
> > the scene said that based on what they saw, my
> dh
> > should of lost his hand-it was concrete, dh
> hand
> > and then pipe; the weird thing
> > is that my dh said that at the last second he
> > actually saw something-a white "blur" push the
> > pipe away, so that that is was diverted from
> > crushing straight down. After he was hurt
> > about 5 guys refused to even put foot on the
> > jobsite. After three surgeries and 6mos of
> rehab,
> > my dh could use his hand-but I still get chills
> > when I look at the semi-circular scar
> > that divides his hand in half.
>
>
> WTF is your dh?
A DH is short for Department of Health. In this case, he or she had a patient from Depart of Health; I believe dh is slang for that kind of patient.
-------------------------------------------------------
> dale Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > In DC in the 50's there was a porn theater; it
> > burned down and some people died, later as it
> was
> > being demolished, there were freak accidents
> and
> > yet a few more people died
> > (do you see a trend here?)(all of this has been
> in
> > the paper) eventually a new building is built;
> in
> > 1991, my dh was on this jobsite for a complete
> > renovation; at this time
> > none of the guys really new the above history;
> > some guys, dh, included started saying that
> they
> > felt chills(it was summer-no a/c), like they
> were
> > being watched, feeling creepiness.
> > My dh kept saying that he felt something "bad"
> > following him (he only told his co-workers
> > this)And he is(was) a die-hard skeptic-he never
> > believed ANY ghost stories; In a month,
> > one guy lost a finger, another guy fell down a
> > flight of steps(he said it felt like someone
> > pushed him), and quite a few guys dodged
> falling
> > objects, another guy tripped and
> > broke his arm-there were more accidents at this
> > job than the company had had in the last 10
> YEARS
> > combined.
> >
> > In june, my dh had a freak accident and cut off
> > the tip of his left index finger; he then told
> me
> > about the bad feelings and weird occurrances.
> Two
> > weeks later, he went back to
> > work. At 10am, I got this message "Dawn, xxxx
> has
> > been hurt, there is alot of blood, but I think
> > he'll live. The paramedicas are taking him to
> GW"
> > My dh had almost lost 1/2 of
> > his left hand; He said he felt the presence all
> > day, and then a 200 pound peice of cast Iron
> pipe
> > fell, straight down with the open end smashing
> > down on his hand-like a 200 pound
> > cookie cutter from 10 feet up; The paramedics
> on
> > the scene said that based on what they saw, my
> dh
> > should of lost his hand-it was concrete, dh
> hand
> > and then pipe; the weird thing
> > is that my dh said that at the last second he
> > actually saw something-a white "blur" push the
> > pipe away, so that that is was diverted from
> > crushing straight down. After he was hurt
> > about 5 guys refused to even put foot on the
> > jobsite. After three surgeries and 6mos of
> rehab,
> > my dh could use his hand-but I still get chills
> > when I look at the semi-circular scar
> > that divides his hand in half.
>
>
> WTF is your dh?
A DH is short for Department of Health. In this case, he or she had a patient from Depart of Health; I believe dh is slang for that kind of patient.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Black Eyed Woman
()
Date: July 09, 2013 06:26AM
My wife told me this creepy story last night. It doesn't take place in VA, but in Oakland CA where her parents live.
Lately there have been several shootings in the area (more than normal) and that funeral home they have on international
drive has been getting alot of business.
A few weeks ago, my Father and mother-in-laws were driving through Oakland at around 2am in the morning. My mother-in-law
works as a live in hospice nurse and only has a day or so off. She was coming back at 2am after having the evening off. While
they were driving to her job, they saw a woman standing on the corner next to the funeral home with a dress on and dressed
somewhat nicely (sunday best?). They saw her at the corner while they were stopped at the intersection, and noticed that
the woman smiled at them. They also noticed that her eyes were black. My in-laws were frightened and drove away as fast as
they could. So then my father-in-law drops off my mother-in-law at her work and wonders if that ghost woman he saw at the
corner will be there on the way back (Unfortunately, he would have to go through that same intersection). On his way back,
she was still there at the corner, and this time he was stuck at the light there at the intersection. She actually waved
to him and he noticed again she had black eyes. Seemed like she was trying to get him to come over and pick her up.
Naturally when the light turned green, he sped out of that intersection to get home.
No one seems to know who she is, but they all seem to agree that her funeral was probably through the funeral home there
on that street. As to why she was on that street between 2am and 3am, I think she was looking for "Victims".
I did some research and came across BEK's - Black eyed kids that seemed to match.
http://mysteriousuniverse.org/tag/black-eyed-kids/
Lately there have been several shootings in the area (more than normal) and that funeral home they have on international
drive has been getting alot of business.
A few weeks ago, my Father and mother-in-laws were driving through Oakland at around 2am in the morning. My mother-in-law
works as a live in hospice nurse and only has a day or so off. She was coming back at 2am after having the evening off. While
they were driving to her job, they saw a woman standing on the corner next to the funeral home with a dress on and dressed
somewhat nicely (sunday best?). They saw her at the corner while they were stopped at the intersection, and noticed that
the woman smiled at them. They also noticed that her eyes were black. My in-laws were frightened and drove away as fast as
they could. So then my father-in-law drops off my mother-in-law at her work and wonders if that ghost woman he saw at the
corner will be there on the way back (Unfortunately, he would have to go through that same intersection). On his way back,
she was still there at the corner, and this time he was stuck at the light there at the intersection. She actually waved
to him and he noticed again she had black eyes. Seemed like she was trying to get him to come over and pick her up.
Naturally when the light turned green, he sped out of that intersection to get home.
No one seems to know who she is, but they all seem to agree that her funeral was probably through the funeral home there
on that street. As to why she was on that street between 2am and 3am, I think she was looking for "Victims".
I did some research and came across BEK's - Black eyed kids that seemed to match.
http://mysteriousuniverse.org/tag/black-eyed-kids/
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
lonnie
()
Date: July 09, 2013 07:16AM
There is an old kyanite mining building in Pamplin, Virginia where there have been several sightings of an old man who used to drive trucks for the company wandering around with blood all over him. He supposedly died while loading a transport truck right outside of the plant.It is said that if you see him, and he sees you, he will apper in your dreams at night for weeks to come.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
kim lewis
()
Date: July 09, 2013 07:20AM
Black Eyed Woman Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> My wife told me this creepy story last night. It
> doesn't take place in VA, but in Oakland CA where
> her parents live.
> Lately there have been several shootings in the
> area (more than normal) and that funeral home they
> have on international
> drive has been getting alot of business.
>
> A few weeks ago, my Father and mother-in-laws were
> driving through Oakland at around 2am in the
> morning. My mother-in-law
> works as a live in hospice nurse and only has a
> day or so off. She was coming back at 2am after
> having the evening off. While
> they were driving to her job, they saw a woman
> standing on the corner next to the funeral home
> with a dress on and dressed
> somewhat nicely (sunday best?). They saw her at
> the corner while they were stopped at the
> intersection, and noticed that
> the woman smiled at them. They also noticed that
> her eyes were black. My in-laws were frightened
> and drove away as fast as
> they could. So then my father-in-law drops off my
> mother-in-law at her work and wonders if that
> ghost woman he saw at the
> corner will be there on the way back
> (Unfortunately, he would have to go through that
> same intersection). On his way back,
> she was still there at the corner, and this time
> he was stuck at the light there at the
> intersection. She actually waved
> to him and he noticed again she had black eyes.
> Seemed like she was trying to get him to come over
> and pick her up.
> Naturally when the light turned green, he sped out
> of that intersection to get home.
>
> No one seems to know who she is, but they all seem
> to agree that her funeral was probably through the
> funeral home there
> on that street. As to why she was on that street
> between 2am and 3am, I think she was looking for
> "Victims".
>
> I did some research and came across BEK's - Black
> eyed kids that seemed to match.
> http://mysteriousuniverse.org/tag/black-eyed-kids/
lived in Ohio about 12 years ago, give or take. My husband and I went into a Cheddar's restaurant, and while we were waiting, I saw a number of grown men with black eyes just like it has been described by other people. They were dressed normally and eating like everyone else, and I noticed that they had baseball caps on. I didn't feel threatened at all. It just took me by surprise, but since I had to wait to be seating, it gave me time to observe them and feel alright about what I saw. Many months later I was in Walmart and encountered a woman with black eyes also. She was shopping like everyone else. It made me pause a second, but I didn't feel afraid.
I can't explain what this was. I never saw it before or after this. I don't know if I would have felt the same if any of them looked at me, but they didn't. I find when I searched for information, there are all these scary stories about them and it didn't seem to resonate with my experience. My husband also noticed at the restaurant and felt the same way.
It is something I can't explain or find answers that I feel are believable to me
-------------------------------------------------------
> My wife told me this creepy story last night. It
> doesn't take place in VA, but in Oakland CA where
> her parents live.
> Lately there have been several shootings in the
> area (more than normal) and that funeral home they
> have on international
> drive has been getting alot of business.
>
> A few weeks ago, my Father and mother-in-laws were
> driving through Oakland at around 2am in the
> morning. My mother-in-law
> works as a live in hospice nurse and only has a
> day or so off. She was coming back at 2am after
> having the evening off. While
> they were driving to her job, they saw a woman
> standing on the corner next to the funeral home
> with a dress on and dressed
> somewhat nicely (sunday best?). They saw her at
> the corner while they were stopped at the
> intersection, and noticed that
> the woman smiled at them. They also noticed that
> her eyes were black. My in-laws were frightened
> and drove away as fast as
> they could. So then my father-in-law drops off my
> mother-in-law at her work and wonders if that
> ghost woman he saw at the
> corner will be there on the way back
> (Unfortunately, he would have to go through that
> same intersection). On his way back,
> she was still there at the corner, and this time
> he was stuck at the light there at the
> intersection. She actually waved
> to him and he noticed again she had black eyes.
> Seemed like she was trying to get him to come over
> and pick her up.
> Naturally when the light turned green, he sped out
> of that intersection to get home.
>
> No one seems to know who she is, but they all seem
> to agree that her funeral was probably through the
> funeral home there
> on that street. As to why she was on that street
> between 2am and 3am, I think she was looking for
> "Victims".
>
> I did some research and came across BEK's - Black
> eyed kids that seemed to match.
> http://mysteriousuniverse.org/tag/black-eyed-kids/
lived in Ohio about 12 years ago, give or take. My husband and I went into a Cheddar's restaurant, and while we were waiting, I saw a number of grown men with black eyes just like it has been described by other people. They were dressed normally and eating like everyone else, and I noticed that they had baseball caps on. I didn't feel threatened at all. It just took me by surprise, but since I had to wait to be seating, it gave me time to observe them and feel alright about what I saw. Many months later I was in Walmart and encountered a woman with black eyes also. She was shopping like everyone else. It made me pause a second, but I didn't feel afraid.
I can't explain what this was. I never saw it before or after this. I don't know if I would have felt the same if any of them looked at me, but they didn't. I find when I searched for information, there are all these scary stories about them and it didn't seem to resonate with my experience. My husband also noticed at the restaurant and felt the same way.
It is something I can't explain or find answers that I feel are believable to me
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
azhiker96
()
Date: July 09, 2013 07:40AM
I experienced a spirit when I worked nights on a drilling rig in Oklahoma. I was a derrick hand and part of my duties were to manage the pit system which controlled the drilling fluid. A particular hammer that I used would move around the pits, always ending up where I needed it to be. Rarely did anyone else wander the pits at that time of night and they knew to leave my tools alone. At times I would get a feeling that I should check out one pump or another. Everytime I did, I would find a leak that was just starting to form. This convinced me that there was a spirit and that it was a derrick hand like myself. I asked my driller if anyone had ever died on the rig and he was adamant that nobody had ever died there. I told him I thought a derrick hand ghost was helping me. He didn't believe me. A week later my driller approached me and demanded to know who had told me about the dead derrick hand. He had asked an older driller who had been with the rig from construction. On the second day, a derrick hand was killed in a terrible accident, crushed on the drilling floor. My driller was freaked out but I was calm since I already knew the ghost was friendly, even helpful to me.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
nurse casey
()
Date: July 09, 2013 07:52AM
I will never forget one patient I had. At the time, I worked full time in cardiac rehab and then worked an occasional shift in the CCU. In cardiac rehab, I had a new patient with really bad disease,etc. and he was VERY mean and crabby. Usually I can break through these though old guys and find some common ground once they start feeling better with the rehab, but this one held firm.
One Saturday he was brought into the CCU in advanced CHF. He made himself a DNR. All that afternoon he kept screaming "HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME...DON'T let THEM take me ! Don't let them take me" and he would point to the floor and under the bed.
((((((((((((((shudder)))))))))))))). He died later that night after I went home. The nurse said it was not a peaceful death.
One Saturday he was brought into the CCU in advanced CHF. He made himself a DNR. All that afternoon he kept screaming "HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME...DON'T let THEM take me ! Don't let them take me" and he would point to the floor and under the bed.
((((((((((((((shudder)))))))))))))). He died later that night after I went home. The nurse said it was not a peaceful death.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Cynthia C
()
Date: July 09, 2013 07:53AM
Black Eyed Woman Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> I did some research and came across BEK's - Black
> eyed kids that seemed to match.
> http://mysteriousuniverse.org/tag/black-eyed-kids/
I used to date a guy from Springfield, Ohio, we met in upstate NY, we dated back in the seventies, and he had beautiful brown eyes, but when he came to visit November, 2011 (forty years later), when I looked into his eyes, they changed immediately and became black, it scared me, but I acted like I wasn't afraid, when he got up from where we were sitting, I said, "I rebuke you in the name of Jesus, I rebuke you", he seemed shocked. He was going to stay with me for two weeks, I couldn't stand how creepy he was, and even after meeting him at the bus station,when he first got here, he asked me to invite him in, by saying, 'Oh C___, you ain't gonna invite me in"? I looked at him kind of strange seeing how he came up from Texas to visit and stay, and my grandson didn't think anything at the time but he remembers him asking me to invite him in. And it bugged me so much that I decided to do a search on the internet. And 'lo and behold I found information. Because his eyes weren't black when I met him originally and when he first got here that November, I know they can change their eye color, I sent him an email and told him that his eyes were black and that he must have sold his soul to the devil, he told me I need to stop smoking that stuff, well I never smoked anything in my life that would make me see what I saw then.
-------------------------------------------------------
> I did some research and came across BEK's - Black
> eyed kids that seemed to match.
> http://mysteriousuniverse.org/tag/black-eyed-kids/
I used to date a guy from Springfield, Ohio, we met in upstate NY, we dated back in the seventies, and he had beautiful brown eyes, but when he came to visit November, 2011 (forty years later), when I looked into his eyes, they changed immediately and became black, it scared me, but I acted like I wasn't afraid, when he got up from where we were sitting, I said, "I rebuke you in the name of Jesus, I rebuke you", he seemed shocked. He was going to stay with me for two weeks, I couldn't stand how creepy he was, and even after meeting him at the bus station,when he first got here, he asked me to invite him in, by saying, 'Oh C___, you ain't gonna invite me in"? I looked at him kind of strange seeing how he came up from Texas to visit and stay, and my grandson didn't think anything at the time but he remembers him asking me to invite him in. And it bugged me so much that I decided to do a search on the internet. And 'lo and behold I found information. Because his eyes weren't black when I met him originally and when he first got here that November, I know they can change their eye color, I sent him an email and told him that his eyes were black and that he must have sold his soul to the devil, he told me I need to stop smoking that stuff, well I never smoked anything in my life that would make me see what I saw then.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Flashpoint
()
Date: July 09, 2013 08:20AM
When I was a CNA, I worked night shift in a nursing home after I graduated from high school. The nursing home had been built about five years previously and their first resident was a lady named Leatha. Leatha was very independent and needed very little care...she was mostly there for meals and meds...everything else, she did on her own. We had a doctor's order not to go into her room at night to check on her. One morning she didn't come to breakfast. She had died sometime during the night. The next resident in that room often talked of the lady in the blue plaid outfit who came into her room and sat in her chair in the middle of the night. Leatha wore a blue plaid outfit to church every Sunday. Once the new resident asked the lady who she was...she said the lady told her she was a friend who wanted to watch over her and make sure she slept peacefully. The morning that the new resident died, a CNA found her dead when she went into her room to answer her call light...her call light was in her chair and the resident was in bed about 5 feet away...there is no way she could have reached the call light from her bed.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Mckenzie Cooper
()
Date: July 09, 2013 08:22AM
My mother (about 6 years ago) told me a story on when she was 18 and with her friends, they were walking to her car. As she was walking she noticed a few cars away was a child, as she looked closer she could see this children had black eyes. She always talks about how she thinks this was a paranomal sighting. Last week she told me to look at the computer, as I looked I saw children with black eyes. She told me she thinks thats who she saw. I believe my mother has witnessed a black eyed child.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Sydney
()
Date: July 09, 2013 08:23AM
Black Eyed Woman Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> My wife told me this creepy story last night. It
> doesn't take place in VA, but in Oakland CA where
> her parents live.
> Lately there have been several shootings in the
> area (more than normal) and that funeral home they
> have on international
> drive has been getting alot of business.
>
> A few weeks ago, my Father and mother-in-laws were
> driving through Oakland at around 2am in the
> morning. My mother-in-law
> works as a live in hospice nurse and only has a
> day or so off. She was coming back at 2am after
> having the evening off. While
> they were driving to her job, they saw a woman
> standing on the corner next to the funeral home
> with a dress on and dressed
> somewhat nicely (sunday best?). They saw her at
> the corner while they were stopped at the
> intersection, and noticed that
> the woman smiled at them. They also noticed that
> her eyes were black. My in-laws were frightened
> and drove away as fast as
> they could. So then my father-in-law drops off my
> mother-in-law at her work and wonders if that
> ghost woman he saw at the
> corner will be there on the way back
> (Unfortunately, he would have to go through that
> same intersection). On his way back,
> she was still there at the corner, and this time
> he was stuck at the light there at the
> intersection. She actually waved
> to him and he noticed again she had black eyes.
> Seemed like she was trying to get him to come over
> and pick her up.
> Naturally when the light turned green, he sped out
> of that intersection to get home.
>
> No one seems to know who she is, but they all seem
> to agree that her funeral was probably through the
> funeral home there
> on that street. As to why she was on that street
> between 2am and 3am, I think she was looking for
> "Victims".
>
> I did some research and came across BEK's - Black
> eyed kids that seemed to match.
> http://mysteriousuniverse.org/tag/black-eyed-kids/
I once had an encounter with a group of children. They didn't have any iris in their eye, none of that white. But just that soulless, terrifying pure black. I was walking through the Florida Mall at 23:00 after my shift and I just saw this group of children outside the M&M's store. It was 2hours since it closed so i didn't know why they were there. Anyway the mall was only open due to the hotel there. The children turned to approach me. I just stopped chewing my gum and just left it there, in my mouth. I said "What are you doing this late in the mall?!" A child came and said to me "Take me to my mother's house." I was then like "Ok..." but I saw a pale face and just black eyes. "Please, please!" said the kid. The other kids came behind him. I ran to the exit and was about to call my boyfriend but the line was dead. I turned back to look and they were stood right in front of me. I noticed that their chests didn't move as i looked down at some small kid. I screamed thus spitting out my gum. It landed in ones eye, melting it. The children disappeared. The black eyed kids are real i noticed.
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> My wife told me this creepy story last night. It
> doesn't take place in VA, but in Oakland CA where
> her parents live.
> Lately there have been several shootings in the
> area (more than normal) and that funeral home they
> have on international
> drive has been getting alot of business.
>
> A few weeks ago, my Father and mother-in-laws were
> driving through Oakland at around 2am in the
> morning. My mother-in-law
> works as a live in hospice nurse and only has a
> day or so off. She was coming back at 2am after
> having the evening off. While
> they were driving to her job, they saw a woman
> standing on the corner next to the funeral home
> with a dress on and dressed
> somewhat nicely (sunday best?). They saw her at
> the corner while they were stopped at the
> intersection, and noticed that
> the woman smiled at them. They also noticed that
> her eyes were black. My in-laws were frightened
> and drove away as fast as
> they could. So then my father-in-law drops off my
> mother-in-law at her work and wonders if that
> ghost woman he saw at the
> corner will be there on the way back
> (Unfortunately, he would have to go through that
> same intersection). On his way back,
> she was still there at the corner, and this time
> he was stuck at the light there at the
> intersection. She actually waved
> to him and he noticed again she had black eyes.
> Seemed like she was trying to get him to come over
> and pick her up.
> Naturally when the light turned green, he sped out
> of that intersection to get home.
>
> No one seems to know who she is, but they all seem
> to agree that her funeral was probably through the
> funeral home there
> on that street. As to why she was on that street
> between 2am and 3am, I think she was looking for
> "Victims".
>
> I did some research and came across BEK's - Black
> eyed kids that seemed to match.
> http://mysteriousuniverse.org/tag/black-eyed-kids/
I once had an encounter with a group of children. They didn't have any iris in their eye, none of that white. But just that soulless, terrifying pure black. I was walking through the Florida Mall at 23:00 after my shift and I just saw this group of children outside the M&M's store. It was 2hours since it closed so i didn't know why they were there. Anyway the mall was only open due to the hotel there. The children turned to approach me. I just stopped chewing my gum and just left it there, in my mouth. I said "What are you doing this late in the mall?!" A child came and said to me "Take me to my mother's house." I was then like "Ok..." but I saw a pale face and just black eyes. "Please, please!" said the kid. The other kids came behind him. I ran to the exit and was about to call my boyfriend but the line was dead. I turned back to look and they were stood right in front of me. I noticed that their chests didn't move as i looked down at some small kid. I screamed thus spitting out my gum. It landed in ones eye, melting it. The children disappeared. The black eyed kids are real i noticed.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
jz3XUgUCqy
()
Date: July 09, 2013 08:33AM
I had a violent encounter with one of these black eye kids last year I am only
17 I had an encounter I will never forget I was bringing my dogs inside from the
yard cause they were acting weird. I don’t know why but as I walked out I grabbed
my metal baseball bat. my dogs 1 is a Doberman the other is a Rottweiler when they
are scared. I go with a sense of need to protect myself. I got them in they were
scared out of there mind, I don’t like something that does this to my dogs so I went
back outside I was something moving just out of the light I hoped off my porch
to say come on out. All I got was come on, cause the boy about my age he looked
had black eyes no pupils. Just black coals. I felt as if I was looking at death
himself. Now this is where thing got violent cause, I am not scared of nothing
on earth, it seemed to intimidate me by just looking at me. Before it started to
run at me for no reason I could see, my yard is only 20ft to the fence. I had no
time to turn and run, I just swung my bat, It felt like I hit another metal bat
but it didn’t feel like that long cause I had knocked the kid to the ground, I
caught him in the head I thought I just killed him. I walked up my steps look
back he is gone, I go inside the door I had made my hands bleed I hit him so
hard with the bat. That thing was no human I hit. I watch my yard now more than
ever when the dogs are outside in case he comes back to even a score.
17 I had an encounter I will never forget I was bringing my dogs inside from the
yard cause they were acting weird. I don’t know why but as I walked out I grabbed
my metal baseball bat. my dogs 1 is a Doberman the other is a Rottweiler when they
are scared. I go with a sense of need to protect myself. I got them in they were
scared out of there mind, I don’t like something that does this to my dogs so I went
back outside I was something moving just out of the light I hoped off my porch
to say come on out. All I got was come on, cause the boy about my age he looked
had black eyes no pupils. Just black coals. I felt as if I was looking at death
himself. Now this is where thing got violent cause, I am not scared of nothing
on earth, it seemed to intimidate me by just looking at me. Before it started to
run at me for no reason I could see, my yard is only 20ft to the fence. I had no
time to turn and run, I just swung my bat, It felt like I hit another metal bat
but it didn’t feel like that long cause I had knocked the kid to the ground, I
caught him in the head I thought I just killed him. I walked up my steps look
back he is gone, I go inside the door I had made my hands bleed I hit him so
hard with the bat. That thing was no human I hit. I watch my yard now more than
ever when the dogs are outside in case he comes back to even a score.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Rose Red
()
Date: July 09, 2013 08:35AM
Tracey Wrote:
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> Leehigh Drive Fairfax Virginia.. Lived there for
> 11 years 1981-1992 - lots of activity. Every time
> I go home to visit I drive by and wish I had the
> nerve to ask the owners if they have had any
> encounters... But afraid to ask.
Hey Tracey! If you tell me the house number I'd love to stop by and check it out! I live just down the street from there! Here's my email please email! If you don't feel like sharing we could at least talk about it! rosescool @hotmail.com.
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> Leehigh Drive Fairfax Virginia.. Lived there for
> 11 years 1981-1992 - lots of activity. Every time
> I go home to visit I drive by and wish I had the
> nerve to ask the owners if they have had any
> encounters... But afraid to ask.
Hey Tracey! If you tell me the house number I'd love to stop by and check it out! I live just down the street from there! Here's my email please email! If you don't feel like sharing we could at least talk about it! rosescool @hotmail.com.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
black eyed kids
()
Date: July 09, 2013 08:59AM
Does anyone ever think that maybe they are just different from everyone else?
Maybe the reason why they are so dark and mysterious is because they are terrified and depressed on how they look. They see eyes watching them and feel uncomfortable. Maybe the reason why they hide there faces is because they know that people would be terrified.
This is just my opinion, just something to think about
Maybe the reason why they are so dark and mysterious is because they are terrified and depressed on how they look. They see eyes watching them and feel uncomfortable. Maybe the reason why they hide there faces is because they know that people would be terrified.
This is just my opinion, just something to think about
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Mary_FFX
()
Date: July 09, 2013 09:02AM
I was 15 years old when I was on the bathroom when I got out I was walking on the hallway when I saw a woman brushing her long hair as soon as I saw her I turned around, and tried to see who was and nobody was in the bedroom it really freaked me out and then after that the stereo turned on by itself don't ask what happened after because I walked out of the apartment I was home alone.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
flashpoint
()
Date: July 09, 2013 09:04AM
A few years ago, we had a baby in town that was murdered by her father. She was crying and he kicked her in the head until she stopped...about 15 minutes later she died. The father was sentenced to life in prison and the mother was sentenced to five years because she did nothing to prevent the abuse (the father had been abusive several times before). Anyway...my friend is the mother's cousin and she agreed to store all of the mother's things until she gets out of prison (she has a HUGE basement). For several months afterward, she and her husband would hear a baby crying at night...the crying would get really loud around 4:00 AM, which is around the time the baby died. They ended up having a priest come over to bless the house and the mother's things and the crying stopped.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Justhere
()
Date: July 09, 2013 09:07AM
Flashpoint Wrote:
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> When I was a CNA, I worked night shift in a
> nursing home after I graduated from high school.
> The nursing home had been built about five years
> previously and their first resident was a lady
> named Leatha. Leatha was very independent and
> needed very little care...she was mostly there for
> meals and meds...everything else, she did on her
> own. We had a doctor's order not to go into her
> room at night to check on her. One morning she
> didn't come to breakfast. She had died sometime
> during the night. The next resident in that room
> often talked of the lady in the blue plaid outfit
> who came into her room and sat in her chair in the
> middle of the night. Leatha wore a blue plaid
> outfit to church every Sunday. Once the new
> resident asked the lady who she was...she said the
> lady told her she was a friend who wanted to watch
> over her and make sure she slept peacefully. The
> morning that the new resident died, a CNA found
> her dead when she went into her room to answer her
> call light...her call light was in her chair and
> the resident was in bed about 5 feet away...there
> is no way she could have reached the call light
> from her bed.
We had a patient one night tell the doctor when he was making rounds that Jesus was in the doorway and was telling her to come home. The doctor told her to go. That night she did.
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> When I was a CNA, I worked night shift in a
> nursing home after I graduated from high school.
> The nursing home had been built about five years
> previously and their first resident was a lady
> named Leatha. Leatha was very independent and
> needed very little care...she was mostly there for
> meals and meds...everything else, she did on her
> own. We had a doctor's order not to go into her
> room at night to check on her. One morning she
> didn't come to breakfast. She had died sometime
> during the night. The next resident in that room
> often talked of the lady in the blue plaid outfit
> who came into her room and sat in her chair in the
> middle of the night. Leatha wore a blue plaid
> outfit to church every Sunday. Once the new
> resident asked the lady who she was...she said the
> lady told her she was a friend who wanted to watch
> over her and make sure she slept peacefully. The
> morning that the new resident died, a CNA found
> her dead when she went into her room to answer her
> call light...her call light was in her chair and
> the resident was in bed about 5 feet away...there
> is no way she could have reached the call light
> from her bed.
We had a patient one night tell the doctor when he was making rounds that Jesus was in the doorway and was telling her to come home. The doctor told her to go. That night she did.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Prom warning
()
Date: July 09, 2013 09:08AM
When I was 18 years old my boyfriend and I were going to prom, we had one of his friends and his date in the car with us.
We went to eat in the town I lived at then we were headed back to his home town. Well his friend told him to take a certain
road that it would be a short cut. As soon as we turned on the road, I heard a voice that said "put your seat belt on." I
did and told everyone else to do the same. Well the other girl put hers on and made her date put his on. Everytime my date
would reach for his seat belt a curve would come in the road and he would let go of his seatbelt to drive. I undid mine,
put his on him, and then put mine back on. The next curve we went around the car went straight. My boyfriend swore that
he turned the steering wheel but it still went straight. I hit my head on the plastic piece on the side of the front
windshield holding it in. Other then that no one else was hurt. I was just shaking. The house we went to to call for a
tow truck belonged to a nurse, she was afraid I was going into shock, I told her I was just cold (Arkansas in MAY, not
cold). When I went home that night I knocked on my mothers door to let her know I was home. She asked was everything alright. I told her I'd like to talk to her. She opened the door and said "You were in a car wreak tonight about nine weren't you." I told her yes, she said about 9 she got this weird feeling that we had been in a wreak but that we were ok so she was not worried.
If that voice wouldn't have told me to put my seat belt on I would have possibly been thrown out the windshield because of
how hard we hit the ditch then went into the field.
We went to eat in the town I lived at then we were headed back to his home town. Well his friend told him to take a certain
road that it would be a short cut. As soon as we turned on the road, I heard a voice that said "put your seat belt on." I
did and told everyone else to do the same. Well the other girl put hers on and made her date put his on. Everytime my date
would reach for his seat belt a curve would come in the road and he would let go of his seatbelt to drive. I undid mine,
put his on him, and then put mine back on. The next curve we went around the car went straight. My boyfriend swore that
he turned the steering wheel but it still went straight. I hit my head on the plastic piece on the side of the front
windshield holding it in. Other then that no one else was hurt. I was just shaking. The house we went to to call for a
tow truck belonged to a nurse, she was afraid I was going into shock, I told her I was just cold (Arkansas in MAY, not
cold). When I went home that night I knocked on my mothers door to let her know I was home. She asked was everything alright. I told her I'd like to talk to her. She opened the door and said "You were in a car wreak tonight about nine weren't you." I told her yes, she said about 9 she got this weird feeling that we had been in a wreak but that we were ok so she was not worried.
If that voice wouldn't have told me to put my seat belt on I would have possibly been thrown out the windshield because of
how hard we hit the ditch then went into the field.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
NRSNFL
()
Date: July 09, 2013 09:09AM
I have a good one, at least it was for me. I was about 7 years old and my family pet a harlequin great dane named Holly, she was previously abused and coming to our house was a new "life" for Holly. She loved women and not so much with the men. Anyhow, my brother and I were at summer camp and at that time during the summer she basically got puppy dimentia and began deficating throughout the house, so my parents and vet made the joint decision to put her down. After camp was out, our parents took us to our boat on the lake, and out to dinner and told us the news, which we were both devesated over. A few months later, as my mother and I were pulling up the driveway, we saw Holly's head poke around the corner of the house (she was on a lead that ran the whole length of the house with lots of yard to play in) and my mom told me she saw it too. One night also when getting out of bed to go to the bathroom, I got up and looked down the hallway, she always slept in the hallways between the bedrooms, our great protector and saw her and said "Hi Holly" and she got up and sat upright. I went to the bathroom and at that point I realized "oh my god, Holly is dead". And went right to bed and covered my head. I think Holly was always watching over my mother and I, life wasn't always so easy but she would always protect us.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Rae in FFX
()
Date: July 09, 2013 09:10AM
One day I was in my brothers room on his laptop making a video. During the video a strange silver orb appeared on screen. I turned of the recording and tried to make another video. I started talking like before then the orb appeared again on screen.
I stopped the video then started a new one. It happened again. A few seconds after I began to speak it appeared. I thought it was the light from my locket reflecting the sun so I moved it but the orb did not follow it's movements.
The only thing that I can think is that it is a ghost. Because after I turned off the camera I began to feel scared and tense. Then a mans laughter came from the hallway outside my brothers rooms door.
I was home alone. No one was in the house but me. It's been sometime since I've felt or heard something. But I still think that there is something here.
I stopped the video then started a new one. It happened again. A few seconds after I began to speak it appeared. I thought it was the light from my locket reflecting the sun so I moved it but the orb did not follow it's movements.
The only thing that I can think is that it is a ghost. Because after I turned off the camera I began to feel scared and tense. Then a mans laughter came from the hallway outside my brothers rooms door.
I was home alone. No one was in the house but me. It's been sometime since I've felt or heard something. But I still think that there is something here.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Meghan
()
Date: July 09, 2013 09:15AM
I live right outside of old town and I've had many paranormal experiences over the years.
First about 3 years ago I was alone in my room reading when I saw some out of the corner
of my eye so I looked up and saw a ghostly woman looking out my widow she was only there
for a few seconds before she faded away.
I've also see things fly across the room and have heard people whisper my name when there
is no one home.
First about 3 years ago I was alone in my room reading when I saw some out of the corner
of my eye so I looked up and saw a ghostly woman looking out my widow she was only there
for a few seconds before she faded away.
I've also see things fly across the room and have heard people whisper my name when there
is no one home.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
PurrlGurrl
()
Date: July 09, 2013 09:17AM
black eyed kids Wrote:
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> Does anyone ever think that maybe they are just
> different from everyone else?
>
> Maybe the reason why they are so dark and
> mysterious is because they are terrified and
> depressed on how they look. They see eyes watching
> them and feel uncomfortable. Maybe the reason why
> they hide there faces is because they know that
> people would be terrified.
>
> This is just my opinion, just something to think
> about
There is a racial/ethnic undertone to some of the stories I've read. One I remember in particular said the children looked Asian.
I think this is a cultural meme that is popular among white Americans, especially those who fear and are threatened by so many of our new (non-white) immigrants who's racial and ethnic backgrounds bestow on them very dark eyes. I don't believe the stories are real, but rather apocryphal. Children demanding to be let in; immigrants demanding to be let in.
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> Does anyone ever think that maybe they are just
> different from everyone else?
>
> Maybe the reason why they are so dark and
> mysterious is because they are terrified and
> depressed on how they look. They see eyes watching
> them and feel uncomfortable. Maybe the reason why
> they hide there faces is because they know that
> people would be terrified.
>
> This is just my opinion, just something to think
> about
There is a racial/ethnic undertone to some of the stories I've read. One I remember in particular said the children looked Asian.
I think this is a cultural meme that is popular among white Americans, especially those who fear and are threatened by so many of our new (non-white) immigrants who's racial and ethnic backgrounds bestow on them very dark eyes. I don't believe the stories are real, but rather apocryphal. Children demanding to be let in; immigrants demanding to be let in.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Old Mum
()
Date: July 09, 2013 09:19AM
PurrlGurrl Wrote:
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> black eyed kids Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Does anyone ever think that maybe they are just
> > different from everyone else?
> >
> > Maybe the reason why they are so dark and
> > mysterious is because they are terrified and
> > depressed on how they look. They see eyes
> watching
> > them and feel uncomfortable. Maybe the reason
> why
> > they hide there faces is because they know that
> > people would be terrified.
> >
> > This is just my opinion, just something to
> think
> > about
>
>
> There is a racial/ethnic undertone to some of the
> stories I've read. One I remember in particular
> said the children looked Asian.
>
> I think this is a cultural meme that is popular
> among white Americans, especially those who fear
> and are threatened by so many of our new
> (non-white) immigrants who's racial and ethnic
> backgrounds bestow on them very dark eyes. I don't
> believe the stories are real, but rather
> apocryphal. Children demanding to be let in;
> immigrants demanding to be let in.
Seems to me, that they are demonic or trans-dimensional in nature...
Oddly enough, I have heard of stories like this before,
mainly from my Albanian mother who’s been telling me similar stories from the old country, stories that go back centuries.
The old timers back where my parents are from would give
them (these manifestations) many names, Jinn (which is the old Turkish world for an inhuman entity) a shatan or dreq (which is the word used for devil/demon)
or the really old Albanian term “ora” (similar to dark faery or poltergeist).
In the tales they are always wearing black, with lifeless
eyes gazing back at you, they always have some form of physical demonic looking deformity brought on (as the legend goes) by God to warn human-(mortals) of their presence –of not being human.
They ask to come into your homes and when you are traveling
they often ask you for help. It’s an invitation to take you… The only thing that can stop them (as the legend goes) is God’s prayer.
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> black eyed kids Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Does anyone ever think that maybe they are just
> > different from everyone else?
> >
> > Maybe the reason why they are so dark and
> > mysterious is because they are terrified and
> > depressed on how they look. They see eyes
> watching
> > them and feel uncomfortable. Maybe the reason
> why
> > they hide there faces is because they know that
> > people would be terrified.
> >
> > This is just my opinion, just something to
> think
> > about
>
>
> There is a racial/ethnic undertone to some of the
> stories I've read. One I remember in particular
> said the children looked Asian.
>
> I think this is a cultural meme that is popular
> among white Americans, especially those who fear
> and are threatened by so many of our new
> (non-white) immigrants who's racial and ethnic
> backgrounds bestow on them very dark eyes. I don't
> believe the stories are real, but rather
> apocryphal. Children demanding to be let in;
> immigrants demanding to be let in.
Seems to me, that they are demonic or trans-dimensional in nature...
Oddly enough, I have heard of stories like this before,
mainly from my Albanian mother who’s been telling me similar stories from the old country, stories that go back centuries.
The old timers back where my parents are from would give
them (these manifestations) many names, Jinn (which is the old Turkish world for an inhuman entity) a shatan or dreq (which is the word used for devil/demon)
or the really old Albanian term “ora” (similar to dark faery or poltergeist).
In the tales they are always wearing black, with lifeless
eyes gazing back at you, they always have some form of physical demonic looking deformity brought on (as the legend goes) by God to warn human-(mortals) of their presence –of not being human.
They ask to come into your homes and when you are traveling
they often ask you for help. It’s an invitation to take you… The only thing that can stop them (as the legend goes) is God’s prayer.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Whitney
()
Date: July 09, 2013 09:34AM
Although I'm very curious, I also fee very uneasy when I'm reading about them. I don't mean to scare you,
but one thing i keep reading is that several people have had encounters with these creatures AFTER they began
researching them. I pray for both of our sakes that that isn't true.
I feel they are demonic in nature. As a Christian, I've always been taught that demons pervert what is good &
innocent. What is more innocent than a child? It's my belief that the only defense against these things is the
power Christ holds over them. Pray for His protection & for Him to give you a discerning spirit to be able to
see things for what they really are.
but one thing i keep reading is that several people have had encounters with these creatures AFTER they began
researching them. I pray for both of our sakes that that isn't true.
I feel they are demonic in nature. As a Christian, I've always been taught that demons pervert what is good &
innocent. What is more innocent than a child? It's my belief that the only defense against these things is the
power Christ holds over them. Pray for His protection & for Him to give you a discerning spirit to be able to
see things for what they really are.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
victoria
()
Date: July 09, 2013 09:35AM
I was at my grandmother's house which is over 40-50 years old. All of my siblings and I were staying there because we had to leave as a group early in the morning before dawn. I was the only one sleeping in the living room as the others slept in bedrooms. In the middle of the night I woke up to a tap on my shoulder. Not knowing what was going on I turned around to find that there was no one. Seconds later footsteps walking across from where I was laying. Scared I didn't know what to do. I was stunned shocked couldn't move. Then something walked out of the kitchen doorway the image of a young woman in an amazing gown. She stared at me and disappeared.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Angel in my Dream
()
Date: July 09, 2013 09:41AM
I saw an angel in my dreams one time. Shortly after I left my abusive husband I was feeling very low and alone. I had a very bad day and I was within a few days of having to see him again to press charges for hurting me. My father and his girlfriend were harping on me to find a job, and do more around the house, even though they didn't seem to understand i couldnt even concentrait long enough to read a piece of paper. All I did all day was cry. That night in my dream, I saw this very tall, very young man standing there. we were outside, and it was summer time, a very bright sunny day. He looked to be about 19 tall, slender, blue eyes, curly blonde hair, and a big smile. He opened his arms to me and I ran into them, and he wrapped me up in them tight, and I didn't want to wake up. I still tear up thinking about it. all while i was in teh court room during both trials, and whenever i am scared i can feel a warm presense next to me.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
not quite dead???
()
Date: July 09, 2013 09:45AM
My wife had a creepy experience a few years ago. She and another nurse were on duty at an inpatient hospice facility. One of their patients was dying and the immediate family was in the room with him. Well, he passed away and the family said their goodbyes. The family stepped out of the room and my wife and the other nurse went in to prep him for other family that was coming. This was about 15 minutes after he drew his last breath and his heart stopped. As they straightened his sheets his right arm rose, bending at the elbow, and he itched the side of his nose with his index finger. Then his arm relaxed in the bent position. Both nurses saw this and my wife turned to her coworker and said, "Don't you dare leave without me." They quickly finished their work and left the room together.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
blacked eyed kids are hoaxed
()
Date: July 09, 2013 09:47AM
Old Mum Wrote:
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> PurrlGurrl Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > black eyed kids Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Does anyone ever think that maybe they are
> just
> > > different from everyone else?
> > >
> > > Maybe the reason why they are so dark and
> > > mysterious is because they are terrified and
> > > depressed on how they look. They see eyes
> > watching
> > > them and feel uncomfortable. Maybe the reason
> > why
> > > they hide there faces is because they know
> that
> > > people would be terrified.
> > >
> > > This is just my opinion, just something to
> > think
> > > about
> >
> >
> > There is a racial/ethnic undertone to some of
> the
> > stories I've read. One I remember in particular
> > said the children looked Asian.
> >
> > I think this is a cultural meme that is popular
> > among white Americans, especially those who
> fear
> > and are threatened by so many of our new
> > (non-white) immigrants who's racial and ethnic
> > backgrounds bestow on them very dark eyes. I
> don't
> > believe the stories are real, but rather
> > apocryphal. Children demanding to be let in;
> > immigrants demanding to be let in.
>
> Seems to me, that they are demonic or
> trans-dimensional in nature...
>
> Oddly enough, I have heard of stories like this
> before,
> mainly from my Albanian mother who’s been
> telling me similar stories from the old country,
> stories that go back centuries.
>
> The old timers back where my parents are from
> would give
> them (these manifestations) many names, Jinn
> (which is the old Turkish world for an inhuman
> entity) a shatan or dreq (which is the word used
> for devil/demon)
> or the really old Albanian term “ora” (similar
> to dark faery or poltergeist).
>
> In the tales they are always wearing black, with
> lifeless
> eyes gazing back at you, they always have some
> form of physical demonic looking deformity brought
> on (as the legend goes) by God to warn
> human-(mortals) of their presence –of not being
> human.
>
> They ask to come into your homes and when you are
> traveling
> they often ask you for help. It’s an invitation
> to take you… The only thing that can stop them
> (as the legend goes) is God’s prayer.
My two younger cousins 10 and 12 snuck out around 10 pm wearing sclera contacts which make your eyes black. They went to a neighbors house knocking on the door and then
insisted to be let in. She freaked out and they returned home laughing about it. So I can't really buy into "black-eyed kids," because this is just the new version of
"ding dong ditch," that we used to do as kids. This is ding dong ditch for the new millennium. Nothing more. Mind you, I used to play ding dong ditch at 11 pm when I
was kid because I knew doing it at night would scare people more than daytime. Granted we weren't as sophisticated as today's kids so I didn't have sclera contacts,
but today's kids do!
-------------------------------------------------------
> PurrlGurrl Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > black eyed kids Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Does anyone ever think that maybe they are
> just
> > > different from everyone else?
> > >
> > > Maybe the reason why they are so dark and
> > > mysterious is because they are terrified and
> > > depressed on how they look. They see eyes
> > watching
> > > them and feel uncomfortable. Maybe the reason
> > why
> > > they hide there faces is because they know
> that
> > > people would be terrified.
> > >
> > > This is just my opinion, just something to
> > think
> > > about
> >
> >
> > There is a racial/ethnic undertone to some of
> the
> > stories I've read. One I remember in particular
> > said the children looked Asian.
> >
> > I think this is a cultural meme that is popular
> > among white Americans, especially those who
> fear
> > and are threatened by so many of our new
> > (non-white) immigrants who's racial and ethnic
> > backgrounds bestow on them very dark eyes. I
> don't
> > believe the stories are real, but rather
> > apocryphal. Children demanding to be let in;
> > immigrants demanding to be let in.
>
> Seems to me, that they are demonic or
> trans-dimensional in nature...
>
> Oddly enough, I have heard of stories like this
> before,
> mainly from my Albanian mother who’s been
> telling me similar stories from the old country,
> stories that go back centuries.
>
> The old timers back where my parents are from
> would give
> them (these manifestations) many names, Jinn
> (which is the old Turkish world for an inhuman
> entity) a shatan or dreq (which is the word used
> for devil/demon)
> or the really old Albanian term “ora” (similar
> to dark faery or poltergeist).
>
> In the tales they are always wearing black, with
> lifeless
> eyes gazing back at you, they always have some
> form of physical demonic looking deformity brought
> on (as the legend goes) by God to warn
> human-(mortals) of their presence –of not being
> human.
>
> They ask to come into your homes and when you are
> traveling
> they often ask you for help. It’s an invitation
> to take you… The only thing that can stop them
> (as the legend goes) is God’s prayer.
My two younger cousins 10 and 12 snuck out around 10 pm wearing sclera contacts which make your eyes black. They went to a neighbors house knocking on the door and then
insisted to be let in. She freaked out and they returned home laughing about it. So I can't really buy into "black-eyed kids," because this is just the new version of
"ding dong ditch," that we used to do as kids. This is ding dong ditch for the new millennium. Nothing more. Mind you, I used to play ding dong ditch at 11 pm when I
was kid because I knew doing it at night would scare people more than daytime. Granted we weren't as sophisticated as today's kids so I didn't have sclera contacts,
but today's kids do!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Elysium_Won
()
Date: July 09, 2013 10:06AM
My brother & his wife and kids moved into a rental house out in a rural area back in the early 90's. While they were unpacking (in the summer) the furnace kept turning on. They also kept hearing a voice coming through the vents and thought the kids were outside yelling; but the kids were playing quietly. When my sister-in-law was unpacking in the bedroom, she found a metal assistive-bar (like you'd put in the tub or next to the toilet) in the closet and a bunch of orange specks in the carpet by the window. She said it creeped her out for some reason. After they settled in, she said whenever she would turn the t.v. off and go to bed, she'd hear what soundling like somebody shuffling across the carpet. My brother worked early mornings, so he was always asleep and, therefore, didn't believe her. This went on for months. One day she was babysitting her niece who was about 2 or 3. Sis-in-law was in the bedroom folding laundry and the niece was standing at the door and would not come in the room. When my sis-in-law said, "Come on in, Jessie.", her niece shook her head, pointed across the room and said, "No, that man over there." Needless to say my sister-in-law decided she had to find out what was going on. We had a spiritual channeler come to a relative's house a few months later. When asked if there was a ghost in my sister-in-law's house, the spirit, through the channeler said there was. She said he was a very athletic man who developed a very crippling disease and he couldn't take it, so he shot himself in the head while lying in bed. He also said to tell the spirit he doesn't belong there anymore and that he should move on. My sister-in-law went back to the realtor who had rented the house to them and he finally confirmed the story. The man had been an athlete, developed some crippling disease (assitive bar in the closet) and could barely walk across the room (hence, the shuffling sounds). He asked his wife to go out for orange juice one day and shot himself while she was gone. After a few more encounters, they were able to get through to the spirit by telling him that his wife had moved and he didn't belong there anymore. My brother, by the way, did end up witnessing some events over the course of the year this went on - but he still says, "There must be some explantation other than a ghost." haha
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Morghan
()
Date: July 09, 2013 10:16AM
I know this story second hand from a nurse colleague of mine-- her brother-in-law had had a long course of treatment for melanoma. He was in the hospital, still getting intraperitoneal chemo, etc., but very ill. One day, he told the family "Susie and Grandpa came to see me last night." These were two family members who had previously died. Of course, everyone thought that couldn't be true. The patient told the nurses and family that they had told him it was not his time that day, but that they would come back for him tomorrow. Sure enough, he died the next day.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Visit from Jesus
()
Date: July 09, 2013 10:36AM
I worked as a ped nurse in a childrens hospital in Ga. We get very close to our chronically ill children. There was one boy I was giving care to who had ALL and had slipped out of remission. He was doing well with his therapy for the most part, no unexpected complications. One morning our CNA came to me after taking his vs and told me to check on him "He's not acting quite right". As I assess him and ask how he is feeling he states "I'm alright!! I'm doing great! I want to see my aunt. She is the worlds GREATEST auntie!!" His belly was largely distended and hard as it could be for his little body. His o2 sat was 79%. I asked him if he hurt? he replied "I'm alright!!! I'm not going to hurt anymore! I talked to Jesus last night and he said everything is just fine!" My heart sank, we all know what that means. His mother called his aunt and he introduced us all to her and then told the story of his visit from Jesus again. There was a chair beside the bed that he said he sat in. We CT'd the belly and chest and found the chest whited out. He was moved to PICU and ventilated. All the while "He was FINE!". He died about 1 week later from ARDS. It's comforting to know Jesus came to see him and help him over the way. Religiously I've not been quite the same.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Chucky
()
Date: July 09, 2013 10:43AM
Has anyone seen the ghost of Eva? She was brutally murdered in the woods around Burke on August 4, 1918. She's supposedly buried in the Lee Chapel Cemetery next to her father who died 15 years later.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Chase_Warren
()
Date: July 09, 2013 10:47AM
Old Mum Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> PurrlGurrl Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > black eyed kids Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Does anyone ever think that maybe they are
> just
> > > different from everyone else?
> > >
> > > Maybe the reason why they are so dark and
> > > mysterious is because they are terrified and
> > > depressed on how they look. They see eyes
> > watching
> > > them and feel uncomfortable. Maybe the reason
> > why
> > > they hide there faces is because they know
> that
> > > people would be terrified.
> > >
> > > This is just my opinion, just something to
> > think
> > > about
> >
> >
> > There is a racial/ethnic undertone to some of
> the
> > stories I've read. One I remember in particular
> > said the children looked Asian.
> >
> > I think this is a cultural meme that is popular
> > among white Americans, especially those who
> fear
> > and are threatened by so many of our new
> > (non-white) immigrants who's racial and ethnic
> > backgrounds bestow on them very dark eyes. I
> don't
> > believe the stories are real, but rather
> > apocryphal. Children demanding to be let in;
> > immigrants demanding to be let in.
>
> Seems to me, that they are demonic or
> trans-dimensional in nature...
>
> Oddly enough, I have heard of stories like this
> before,
> mainly from my Albanian mother who’s been
> telling me similar stories from the old country,
> stories that go back centuries.
>
> The old timers back where my parents are from
> would give
> them (these manifestations) many names, Jinn
> (which is the old Turkish world for an inhuman
> entity) a shatan or dreq (which is the word used
> for devil/demon)
> or the really old Albanian term “ora” (similar
> to dark faery or poltergeist).
>
> In the tales they are always wearing black, with
> lifeless
> eyes gazing back at you, they always have some
> form of physical demonic looking deformity brought
> on (as the legend goes) by God to warn
> human-(mortals) of their presence –of not being
> human.
>
> They ask to come into your homes and when you are
> traveling
> they often ask you for help. It’s an invitation
> to take you… The only thing that can stop them
> (as the legend goes) is God’s prayer.
A few years back i think it was 2009 i was living in Watertown Wisconsin and i was homeless. I spent my nights wandering around the streets and in the parks just doing whatever i could to keep myself from the depressing realization that i had hit bottom. On a very cold night i think late november i was walking around a park called Riverside, It was at least 2 a.m. and i had the odd feeling i was being watched. Turns out my intuition was right a while later well mabey not a while like a half hour i sat down on the swings and started reading my Harry Potter book the only one i had. Out of what seemed like nowhere three kids no older than 11 or 12 sat on the other swings and startedtalking to me. This in it's self was really weird the town wasn't exactly known for being a slum but kids that young didn't just go wandering around on their own. I never got a good look at their eye's but when they were there i had a massive erge to just get up and run, I dont scare easy i was a homless 19 year old and thought myself a badass, honestly to that day i can't remember ever beng as terrified as i was. They kept asking me over and over where i lived and if they could come with me home to use my phone. I told them i wasn't planning on going home for a while and that i just wanted to get back to reading. They kept insisting that i take them to my house so they could use the phone to call their parents who apparently lived in rome (a small town well away from where i lived) I noticed them start getting agitated and talking like a grown man would it was erie hearing them speak it was like soemthing out of a horror movie. after this went on i told them i had to go to my buddies. They asked if they could use the phone there and i said no i'm going there alone. I got up and started walking towards downtown, i figured the more light the better at that point and they kept following me. So i ducked down an allyway and ran as fast as i could to the forest where i had my tent sent up. before i went into the woods i looked back and they were just standing at the edge of the road going towards the woods. I ran for my tent where i had a crappy katana i bought from a fair thy hel every year in town and sat under my blanket the entire night sure i was going to die. Eventually towards dawn i fell asleep and nothing happened i woke up in the late afternoon to someone calling my name. Turns out it was my buddy Xylus i looked around and saw no one else and told him to run over and get in the tent. I told him what had happened and he didnt believe me said i must have dreamt it but i didn't have my book on me so we went back to the park and saw the book just sitting where i had been on the swing the night before. To this day i dont go out without a knife on me and until i stumbled upon this site i had convinced myself i must have fabricated most of the story to some extent. I am telling you if i had seen their eyes i Guarantee they would have been black. as im writing this im getting shivers just thinking about that night and glad im in a warm bed In Nevada well away from that town and what happened. I am not much of a lier and im sure most people wont believe me but i swear to everything i hold dear it's the truth and i never knew of this phenomenon till today. You don't have to believe me i just wanted to put down what happened because someone might. Don't ever walk unarmed the fear they instil in you is like nothing you have ever felt. Im not even sure a knife would harm these ":things" but i assure you they are not human whatever they are be it ghost alien demon or vampire or something else entirely if you happen into one turn and run. They're dangerous.
-------------------------------------------------------
> PurrlGurrl Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > black eyed kids Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Does anyone ever think that maybe they are
> just
> > > different from everyone else?
> > >
> > > Maybe the reason why they are so dark and
> > > mysterious is because they are terrified and
> > > depressed on how they look. They see eyes
> > watching
> > > them and feel uncomfortable. Maybe the reason
> > why
> > > they hide there faces is because they know
> that
> > > people would be terrified.
> > >
> > > This is just my opinion, just something to
> > think
> > > about
> >
> >
> > There is a racial/ethnic undertone to some of
> the
> > stories I've read. One I remember in particular
> > said the children looked Asian.
> >
> > I think this is a cultural meme that is popular
> > among white Americans, especially those who
> fear
> > and are threatened by so many of our new
> > (non-white) immigrants who's racial and ethnic
> > backgrounds bestow on them very dark eyes. I
> don't
> > believe the stories are real, but rather
> > apocryphal. Children demanding to be let in;
> > immigrants demanding to be let in.
>
> Seems to me, that they are demonic or
> trans-dimensional in nature...
>
> Oddly enough, I have heard of stories like this
> before,
> mainly from my Albanian mother who’s been
> telling me similar stories from the old country,
> stories that go back centuries.
>
> The old timers back where my parents are from
> would give
> them (these manifestations) many names, Jinn
> (which is the old Turkish world for an inhuman
> entity) a shatan or dreq (which is the word used
> for devil/demon)
> or the really old Albanian term “ora” (similar
> to dark faery or poltergeist).
>
> In the tales they are always wearing black, with
> lifeless
> eyes gazing back at you, they always have some
> form of physical demonic looking deformity brought
> on (as the legend goes) by God to warn
> human-(mortals) of their presence –of not being
> human.
>
> They ask to come into your homes and when you are
> traveling
> they often ask you for help. It’s an invitation
> to take you… The only thing that can stop them
> (as the legend goes) is God’s prayer.
A few years back i think it was 2009 i was living in Watertown Wisconsin and i was homeless. I spent my nights wandering around the streets and in the parks just doing whatever i could to keep myself from the depressing realization that i had hit bottom. On a very cold night i think late november i was walking around a park called Riverside, It was at least 2 a.m. and i had the odd feeling i was being watched. Turns out my intuition was right a while later well mabey not a while like a half hour i sat down on the swings and started reading my Harry Potter book the only one i had. Out of what seemed like nowhere three kids no older than 11 or 12 sat on the other swings and startedtalking to me. This in it's self was really weird the town wasn't exactly known for being a slum but kids that young didn't just go wandering around on their own. I never got a good look at their eye's but when they were there i had a massive erge to just get up and run, I dont scare easy i was a homless 19 year old and thought myself a badass, honestly to that day i can't remember ever beng as terrified as i was. They kept asking me over and over where i lived and if they could come with me home to use my phone. I told them i wasn't planning on going home for a while and that i just wanted to get back to reading. They kept insisting that i take them to my house so they could use the phone to call their parents who apparently lived in rome (a small town well away from where i lived) I noticed them start getting agitated and talking like a grown man would it was erie hearing them speak it was like soemthing out of a horror movie. after this went on i told them i had to go to my buddies. They asked if they could use the phone there and i said no i'm going there alone. I got up and started walking towards downtown, i figured the more light the better at that point and they kept following me. So i ducked down an allyway and ran as fast as i could to the forest where i had my tent sent up. before i went into the woods i looked back and they were just standing at the edge of the road going towards the woods. I ran for my tent where i had a crappy katana i bought from a fair thy hel every year in town and sat under my blanket the entire night sure i was going to die. Eventually towards dawn i fell asleep and nothing happened i woke up in the late afternoon to someone calling my name. Turns out it was my buddy Xylus i looked around and saw no one else and told him to run over and get in the tent. I told him what had happened and he didnt believe me said i must have dreamt it but i didn't have my book on me so we went back to the park and saw the book just sitting where i had been on the swing the night before. To this day i dont go out without a knife on me and until i stumbled upon this site i had convinced myself i must have fabricated most of the story to some extent. I am telling you if i had seen their eyes i Guarantee they would have been black. as im writing this im getting shivers just thinking about that night and glad im in a warm bed In Nevada well away from that town and what happened. I am not much of a lier and im sure most people wont believe me but i swear to everything i hold dear it's the truth and i never knew of this phenomenon till today. You don't have to believe me i just wanted to put down what happened because someone might. Don't ever walk unarmed the fear they instil in you is like nothing you have ever felt. Im not even sure a knife would harm these ":things" but i assure you they are not human whatever they are be it ghost alien demon or vampire or something else entirely if you happen into one turn and run. They're dangerous.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
waques1984
()
Date: July 09, 2013 11:23AM
I heard this story from a friend of mine, who is also a fellow nursing student but from another university. One night, while they were on a night shift, a 9-year-old female child unfortunately died in the Pedia Ward. My friend was the one assigned to perform post-mortem care to the said patient. So there he was, cleaning the patient's body and all. He placed a red bracelet in the patient's right hand, as it was the policy of the hospital to place a red tag on the right hand of all patients who are pronounced dead. After performing his tasks, he was on his way to the elevator when suddenly, the little girl came running after him! Terrified, he quickly pushed the close button so that the elevator would close right away and bring him to safety down to the lower floor.
While inside the elevator, an old woman in hospital gown asked him why he closed the elevator door right away when a child wanted to board in. Still overwhelmed with fear, he explained to the old lady "That was the child that I just performed post-mortem care a while ago. She is already dead. Did you saw the red tag on her right arm? That is the mark for all dead patients here in this hospital..." The old woman raised her right arm and replied... "Similar to this?" My friend was found unconcious inside the elevator a few moments later. He never stepped inside the said hospital again. Ever.
While inside the elevator, an old woman in hospital gown asked him why he closed the elevator door right away when a child wanted to board in. Still overwhelmed with fear, he explained to the old lady "That was the child that I just performed post-mortem care a while ago. She is already dead. Did you saw the red tag on her right arm? That is the mark for all dead patients here in this hospital..." The old woman raised her right arm and replied... "Similar to this?" My friend was found unconcious inside the elevator a few moments later. He never stepped inside the said hospital again. Ever.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Nyberg
()
Date: July 09, 2013 01:14PM
I was standing behind the counter in the spiritual bookstore I worked in for eight years some years ago. The counter faced the entrance to the store, with a few steps leading up from street level. It was a rather busy time of the day, so we were three clerks behind the counter. Suddenly I noticed a man coming up the stairs, casually dressed, walking normally, looking down in front of him, and when he reached the top of the stairs, 8 feet from where I was standing, he lifted his face and looked at me - and I stared into the blackest blackness in his eyes. I didn't just get chills, my heart skipped a beat, I felt as if the air was knocked out of me and I turned my back to him, but in that same moment, I was sure that he would jump the counter and go for my throat, either with his hands or his teeth, so I ran out from behind the counter, right through the store and up into the back office where I stayed for a long time, until I was sure he'd left. It was really a strong feeling, I'm positive I wouldn't be here today, if I hadn't ran away. I don't know why, but that man or whatever he was, was out to get me. Luckily, I haven't encountered other black eyed beings since then. Having read through some of the stories here, I can see, that it's common that it's kids that have black eyes, but this was a fully grown man. He didn't get to talk to me, but the feelings described by those who have seen the kids, are pretty much the same as mine. Up until then, my only "encounters" with black eyed people were in horror movies - remember, this was back in 1996 or '97, I didn't even get internet until 1999, so for me, at least, it has nothing to do with being subjected to it through other media.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
k-frame
()
Date: July 09, 2013 01:36PM
I work Med/Surg, and about 3-4 years ago I had a pt in her 50's that came in with abdominal pain and constipation,
went for an exlap. Well, the case was open & shut, once they got in there they saw so much cancer they just closed
the incision. Nothing was resectable.
Anyway, I got her straight from PACU into room 26, she was still stuporous and the surgeon had not yet informed her
of the situation. No family was around, and no visitors came during my shift. I got her at about 8pm, the strange
incident took place about 2-3 am.
I entered the room to do rounds, and she was sobbing. I asked her if she was in pain, she denied pain but said that
"the other nurse just told me my surgery didn't go very well and I don't have long to live".
I just about blew my top, I was livid, I wanted to find out whointhehell had told my patient about the surgery, that
is the surgeon's responsibility, not a nurse. After calming my patient down somewhat, I asked her what the 'nurse' looked
like that had told her of the prognosis. She described a nurse with a white hat, the white uniform with white stockings
and everything down to hair color and height.
Well, on my floor there were only 5-6 of us working that night, and none fit the description even remotely. (And the only
nurse I know of that still wears that sort of uniform works days in a different unit.) My patient went on to tell me that
this nurse in white sat at the edge of her bed, and sure enough, the foot of the bed and the sheets looked exactly like
someone had been sitting there moments before. This patient's room is also at the end of the hall, with no door at the
end, so the only way anyone could have gone to that room was to pass the nurses station and be seen. No one had gone by.
Fast forward to a year ago, and another pt in 26 told one of the other night RN's that a nurse in white kept coming in
to check the IV's. I had not told that RN my story, and that RN was hired after my experience.
Then, about a month ago, one of the RN's came down to the nurses station and asked who had room 26. The nurse that had
that room spoke up and wondered what's up? The first nurse said there was a lady sobbing in there and she heard it from
the hall, but did not look in. Instead she came to ask 26's nurse if she knew what the deal was. Well, 26's nurse said
that there was an elderly MAN in that room, not a woman. At that point we all went down and went into 26. The man was
sleeping quietly, the TV and radio were off, and when we awoke the man, he denied pain, so I doubt he was whimpering
in his sleep, certainly not sobbing as the first nurse heard.
So, this is three seperate wierd happenings in one room, all experienced by three seperate nurses that were previously
unaware of the other instances.
Kinda prickles the hair on the back of my neck just thinking back on it all.
went for an exlap. Well, the case was open & shut, once they got in there they saw so much cancer they just closed
the incision. Nothing was resectable.
Anyway, I got her straight from PACU into room 26, she was still stuporous and the surgeon had not yet informed her
of the situation. No family was around, and no visitors came during my shift. I got her at about 8pm, the strange
incident took place about 2-3 am.
I entered the room to do rounds, and she was sobbing. I asked her if she was in pain, she denied pain but said that
"the other nurse just told me my surgery didn't go very well and I don't have long to live".
I just about blew my top, I was livid, I wanted to find out whointhehell had told my patient about the surgery, that
is the surgeon's responsibility, not a nurse. After calming my patient down somewhat, I asked her what the 'nurse' looked
like that had told her of the prognosis. She described a nurse with a white hat, the white uniform with white stockings
and everything down to hair color and height.
Well, on my floor there were only 5-6 of us working that night, and none fit the description even remotely. (And the only
nurse I know of that still wears that sort of uniform works days in a different unit.) My patient went on to tell me that
this nurse in white sat at the edge of her bed, and sure enough, the foot of the bed and the sheets looked exactly like
someone had been sitting there moments before. This patient's room is also at the end of the hall, with no door at the
end, so the only way anyone could have gone to that room was to pass the nurses station and be seen. No one had gone by.
Fast forward to a year ago, and another pt in 26 told one of the other night RN's that a nurse in white kept coming in
to check the IV's. I had not told that RN my story, and that RN was hired after my experience.
Then, about a month ago, one of the RN's came down to the nurses station and asked who had room 26. The nurse that had
that room spoke up and wondered what's up? The first nurse said there was a lady sobbing in there and she heard it from
the hall, but did not look in. Instead she came to ask 26's nurse if she knew what the deal was. Well, 26's nurse said
that there was an elderly MAN in that room, not a woman. At that point we all went down and went into 26. The man was
sleeping quietly, the TV and radio were off, and when we awoke the man, he denied pain, so I doubt he was whimpering
in his sleep, certainly not sobbing as the first nurse heard.
So, this is three seperate wierd happenings in one room, all experienced by three seperate nurses that were previously
unaware of the other instances.
Kinda prickles the hair on the back of my neck just thinking back on it all.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
y4
()
Date: July 09, 2013 02:26PM
Chase_Warren Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
>
> A few years back i think it was 2009 i was living
> in Watertown Wisconsin and i was homeless. I spent
> my nights wandering around the streets and in the
> parks just doing whatever i could to keep myself
> from the depressing realization that i had hit
> bottom. On a very cold night i think late november
> i was walking around a park called Riverside, It
> was at least 2 a.m. and i had the odd feeling i
> was being watched. Turns out my intuition was
> right a while later well mabey not a while like a
> half hour i sat down on the swings and started
> reading my Harry Potter book the only one i had.
> Out of what seemed like nowhere three kids no
> older than 11 or 12 sat on the other swings and
> startedtalking to me. This in it's self was really
> weird the town wasn't exactly known for being a
> slum but kids that young didn't just go wandering
> around on their own. I never got a good look at
> their eye's but when they were there i had a
> massive erge to just get up and run, I dont scare
> easy i was a homless 19 year old and thought
> myself a badass, honestly to that day i can't
> remember ever beng as terrified as i was. They
> kept asking me over and over where i lived and if
> they could come with me home to use my phone. I
> told them i wasn't planning on going home for a
> while and that i just wanted to get back to
> reading. They kept insisting that i take them to
> my house so they could use the phone to call their
> parents who apparently lived in rome (a small town
> well away from where i lived) I noticed them start
> getting agitated and talking like a grown man
> would it was erie hearing them speak it was like
> soemthing out of a horror movie. after this went
> on i told them i had to go to my buddies. They
> asked if they could use the phone there and i said
> no i'm going there alone. I got up and started
> walking towards downtown, i figured the more light
> the better at that point and they kept following
> me. So i ducked down an allyway and ran as fast as
> i could to the forest where i had my tent sent up.
> before i went into the woods i looked back and
> they were just standing at the edge of the road
> going towards the woods. I ran for my tent where i
> had a crappy katana i bought from a fair thy hel
> every year in town and sat under my blanket the
> entire night sure i was going to die. Eventually
> towards dawn i fell asleep and nothing happened i
> woke up in the late afternoon to someone calling
> my name. Turns out it was my buddy Xylus i looked
> around and saw no one else and told him to run
> over and get in the tent. I told him what had
> happened and he didnt believe me said i must have
> dreamt it but i didn't have my book on me so we
> went back to the park and saw the book just
> sitting where i had been on the swing the night
> before. To this day i dont go out without a knife
> on me and until i stumbled upon this site i had
> convinced myself i must have fabricated most of
> the story to some extent. I am telling you if i
> had seen their eyes i Guarantee they would have
> been black. as im writing this im getting shivers
> just thinking about that night and glad im in a
> warm bed In Nevada well away from that town and
> what happened. I am not much of a lier and im sure
> most people wont believe me but i swear to
> everything i hold dear it's the truth and i never
> knew of this phenomenon till today. You don't have
> to believe me i just wanted to put down what
> happened because someone might. Don't ever walk
> unarmed the fear they instil in you is like
> nothing you have ever felt. Im not even sure a
> knife would harm these ":things" but i assure you
> they are not human whatever they are be it ghost
> alien demon or vampire or something else entirely
> if you happen into one turn and run. They're
> dangerous.
Re-write this mess using paragraphs so we can read it.
-------------------------------------------------------
>
> A few years back i think it was 2009 i was living
> in Watertown Wisconsin and i was homeless. I spent
> my nights wandering around the streets and in the
> parks just doing whatever i could to keep myself
> from the depressing realization that i had hit
> bottom. On a very cold night i think late november
> i was walking around a park called Riverside, It
> was at least 2 a.m. and i had the odd feeling i
> was being watched. Turns out my intuition was
> right a while later well mabey not a while like a
> half hour i sat down on the swings and started
> reading my Harry Potter book the only one i had.
> Out of what seemed like nowhere three kids no
> older than 11 or 12 sat on the other swings and
> startedtalking to me. This in it's self was really
> weird the town wasn't exactly known for being a
> slum but kids that young didn't just go wandering
> around on their own. I never got a good look at
> their eye's but when they were there i had a
> massive erge to just get up and run, I dont scare
> easy i was a homless 19 year old and thought
> myself a badass, honestly to that day i can't
> remember ever beng as terrified as i was. They
> kept asking me over and over where i lived and if
> they could come with me home to use my phone. I
> told them i wasn't planning on going home for a
> while and that i just wanted to get back to
> reading. They kept insisting that i take them to
> my house so they could use the phone to call their
> parents who apparently lived in rome (a small town
> well away from where i lived) I noticed them start
> getting agitated and talking like a grown man
> would it was erie hearing them speak it was like
> soemthing out of a horror movie. after this went
> on i told them i had to go to my buddies. They
> asked if they could use the phone there and i said
> no i'm going there alone. I got up and started
> walking towards downtown, i figured the more light
> the better at that point and they kept following
> me. So i ducked down an allyway and ran as fast as
> i could to the forest where i had my tent sent up.
> before i went into the woods i looked back and
> they were just standing at the edge of the road
> going towards the woods. I ran for my tent where i
> had a crappy katana i bought from a fair thy hel
> every year in town and sat under my blanket the
> entire night sure i was going to die. Eventually
> towards dawn i fell asleep and nothing happened i
> woke up in the late afternoon to someone calling
> my name. Turns out it was my buddy Xylus i looked
> around and saw no one else and told him to run
> over and get in the tent. I told him what had
> happened and he didnt believe me said i must have
> dreamt it but i didn't have my book on me so we
> went back to the park and saw the book just
> sitting where i had been on the swing the night
> before. To this day i dont go out without a knife
> on me and until i stumbled upon this site i had
> convinced myself i must have fabricated most of
> the story to some extent. I am telling you if i
> had seen their eyes i Guarantee they would have
> been black. as im writing this im getting shivers
> just thinking about that night and glad im in a
> warm bed In Nevada well away from that town and
> what happened. I am not much of a lier and im sure
> most people wont believe me but i swear to
> everything i hold dear it's the truth and i never
> knew of this phenomenon till today. You don't have
> to believe me i just wanted to put down what
> happened because someone might. Don't ever walk
> unarmed the fear they instil in you is like
> nothing you have ever felt. Im not even sure a
> knife would harm these ":things" but i assure you
> they are not human whatever they are be it ghost
> alien demon or vampire or something else entirely
> if you happen into one turn and run. They're
> dangerous.
Re-write this mess using paragraphs so we can read it.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
whaat?
()
Date: July 09, 2013 02:32PM
Answers Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> whaat? Wrote:
> ---------------------------------------------
> > WTF is your dh?
> A DH is short for Department of Health. In this
> case, he or she had a patient from Depart of
> Health; I believe dh is slang for that kind of
> patient.
"My dh had almost lost 1/2 of
> > > his left hand"
My Department of Health had almost lost 1/2 of his left hand ?????
-------------------------------------------------------
> whaat? Wrote:
> ---------------------------------------------
> > WTF is your dh?
> A DH is short for Department of Health. In this
> case, he or she had a patient from Depart of
> Health; I believe dh is slang for that kind of
> patient.
"My dh had almost lost 1/2 of
> > > his left hand"
My Department of Health had almost lost 1/2 of his left hand ?????
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Clarified
()
Date: July 09, 2013 03:45PM
whaat? Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> My Department of Health had almost lost 1/2 of his
> left hand ?????
Department of Health patient, is what she means.
-------------------------------------------------------
> My Department of Health had almost lost 1/2 of his
> left hand ?????
Department of Health patient, is what she means.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
PROFOUND
()
Date: July 09, 2013 04:00PM
Couple of things have happened to me.
I worked in a LTC for severe and profound mentally retarded children. one night after one of our long term residents passed away suddenly the night shift girls told me the ceiling tiles were moving.. of course I was a new nurse and only 19 at the time and had NO experience with nursing prior so i was very skeptical. I laughed and went about my business. Later the girls wouldnt go anywhere by themselves so I went with one of them to take the trash out when we came back in the ceiling tiles fluttered...needless to say none of us went anywhere alone the rest of the night. This never happened again and we all worked nights for 3 years together.
We also used to see a man in the play yard usually smoking in jeans and a flannel even in the summer. We called the police many times but they never found anything so after several months we stopped calling and the "man" never harmed anything and never tried to come in so we just let him watch us.
One night I got a call from the geriatric LTC across the road. The nurse asked me who was watering out lawn at 3am. I of course looked out to find NO ONE in the lawn. I called her back to be sure where she saw him. I walke outside with the maintance man with the cordless phone talking to her all the time. We walked down the road toward the way she said she saw him she said she could see him and he was directly to our left. THERE WAS NO ONE THERE. I thought I would pee my pants right there. My maintance man had to throw an arm around me to get me back to the building.
When my son was very young my sister and I were bathing him in the bathroom. His nursery room light went off (switch down) we were alone. my husband was at work and we lived in the country. This light would go off by itself all of the time after a few dozen times I stopped worrying about it. We also would hear what sounded like a man groaning in the basement several times per week. We just referred to it as the man who lives in the basement. We didn't see any thing but heard lots of footsteps and such during the night.
When we built on to our house I stained all of the the wood work for the new addition in the room that had been the nursery. When my new bathroom door was hung there was a very large hand print (in the stain) that wasn't noticed when I sealed the door after stain, on the bottom of the door. (I wear a size 5 ring so I'm pretty sure it isn't mine) Just the man who lives in the basement trying to help I guess. pretty weird huh?
I worked in a LTC for severe and profound mentally retarded children. one night after one of our long term residents passed away suddenly the night shift girls told me the ceiling tiles were moving.. of course I was a new nurse and only 19 at the time and had NO experience with nursing prior so i was very skeptical. I laughed and went about my business. Later the girls wouldnt go anywhere by themselves so I went with one of them to take the trash out when we came back in the ceiling tiles fluttered...needless to say none of us went anywhere alone the rest of the night. This never happened again and we all worked nights for 3 years together.
We also used to see a man in the play yard usually smoking in jeans and a flannel even in the summer. We called the police many times but they never found anything so after several months we stopped calling and the "man" never harmed anything and never tried to come in so we just let him watch us.
One night I got a call from the geriatric LTC across the road. The nurse asked me who was watering out lawn at 3am. I of course looked out to find NO ONE in the lawn. I called her back to be sure where she saw him. I walke outside with the maintance man with the cordless phone talking to her all the time. We walked down the road toward the way she said she saw him she said she could see him and he was directly to our left. THERE WAS NO ONE THERE. I thought I would pee my pants right there. My maintance man had to throw an arm around me to get me back to the building.
When my son was very young my sister and I were bathing him in the bathroom. His nursery room light went off (switch down) we were alone. my husband was at work and we lived in the country. This light would go off by itself all of the time after a few dozen times I stopped worrying about it. We also would hear what sounded like a man groaning in the basement several times per week. We just referred to it as the man who lives in the basement. We didn't see any thing but heard lots of footsteps and such during the night.
When we built on to our house I stained all of the the wood work for the new addition in the room that had been the nursery. When my new bathroom door was hung there was a very large hand print (in the stain) that wasn't noticed when I sealed the door after stain, on the bottom of the door. (I wear a size 5 ring so I'm pretty sure it isn't mine) Just the man who lives in the basement trying to help I guess. pretty weird huh?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Nelson_Undertoe
()
Date: July 09, 2013 04:11PM
Chase_Warren Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Old Mum Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > PurrlGurrl Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > black eyed kids Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > Does anyone ever think that maybe they are
> > just
> > > > different from everyone else?
> > > >
> > > > Maybe the reason why they are so dark and
> > > > mysterious is because they are terrified
> and
> > > > depressed on how they look. They see eyes
> > > watching
> > > > them and feel uncomfortable. Maybe the
> reason
> > > why
> > > > they hide there faces is because they know
> > that
> > > > people would be terrified.
> > > >
> > > > This is just my opinion, just something to
> > > think
> > > > about
> > >
> > >
> > > There is a racial/ethnic undertone to some of
> > the
> > > stories I've read. One I remember in
> particular
> > > said the children looked Asian.
> > >
> > > I think this is a cultural meme that is
> popular
> > > among white Americans, especially those who
> > fear
> > > and are threatened by so many of our new
> > > (non-white) immigrants who's racial and
> ethnic
> > > backgrounds bestow on them very dark eyes. I
> > don't
> > > believe the stories are real, but rather
> > > apocryphal. Children demanding to be let in;
> > > immigrants demanding to be let in.
> >
> > Seems to me, that they are demonic or
> > trans-dimensional in nature...
> >
> > Oddly enough, I have heard of stories like this
> > before,
> > mainly from my Albanian mother who’s been
> > telling me similar stories from the old
> country,
> > stories that go back centuries.
> >
> > The old timers back where my parents are from
> > would give
> > them (these manifestations) many names, Jinn
> > (which is the old Turkish world for an inhuman
> > entity) a shatan or dreq (which is the word
> used
> > for devil/demon)
> > or the really old Albanian term “ora”
> (similar
> > to dark faery or poltergeist).
> >
> > In the tales they are always wearing black,
> with
> > lifeless
> > eyes gazing back at you, they always have some
> > form of physical demonic looking deformity
> brought
> > on (as the legend goes) by God to warn
> > human-(mortals) of their presence –of not
> being
> > human.
> >
> > They ask to come into your homes and when you
> are
> > traveling
> > they often ask you for help. It’s an
> invitation
> > to take you… The only thing that can stop
> them
> > (as the legend goes) is God’s prayer.
>
>
> A few years back i think it was 2009 i was living
> in Watertown Wisconsin and i was homeless. I spent
> my nights wandering around the streets and in the
> parks just doing whatever i could to keep myself
> from the depressing realization that i had hit
> bottom. On a very cold night i think late november
> i was walking around a park called Riverside, It
> was at least 2 a.m. and i had the odd feeling i
> was being watched. Turns out my intuition was
> right a while later well mabey not a while like a
> half hour i sat down on the swings and started
> reading my Harry Potter book the only one i had.
> Out of what seemed like nowhere three kids no
> older than 11 or 12 sat on the other swings and
> startedtalking to me. This in it's self was really
> weird the town wasn't exactly known for being a
> slum but kids that young didn't just go wandering
> around on their own. I never got a good look at
> their eye's but when they were there i had a
> massive erge to just get up and run, I dont scare
> easy i was a homless 19 year old and thought
> myself a badass, honestly to that day i can't
> remember ever beng as terrified as i was. They
> kept asking me over and over where i lived and if
> they could come with me home to use my phone. I
> told them i wasn't planning on going home for a
> while and that i just wanted to get back to
> reading. They kept insisting that i take them to
> my house so they could use the phone to call their
> parents who apparently lived in rome (a small town
> well away from where i lived) I noticed them start
> getting agitated and talking like a grown man
> would it was erie hearing them speak it was like
> soemthing out of a horror movie. after this went
> on i told them i had to go to my buddies. They
> asked if they could use the phone there and i said
> no i'm going there alone. I got up and started
> walking towards downtown, i figured the more light
> the better at that point and they kept following
> me. So i ducked down an allyway and ran as fast as
> i could to the forest where i had my tent sent up.
> before i went into the woods i looked back and
> they were just standing at the edge of the road
> going towards the woods. I ran for my tent where i
> had a crappy katana i bought from a fair thy hel
> every year in town and sat under my blanket the
> entire night sure i was going to die. Eventually
> towards dawn i fell asleep and nothing happened i
> woke up in the late afternoon to someone calling
> my name. Turns out it was my buddy Xylus i looked
> around and saw no one else and told him to run
> over and get in the tent. I told him what had
> happened and he didnt believe me said i must have
> dreamt it but i didn't have my book on me so we
> went back to the park and saw the book just
> sitting where i had been on the swing the night
> before. To this day i dont go out without a knife
> on me and until i stumbled upon this site i had
> convinced myself i must have fabricated most of
> the story to some extent. I am telling you if i
> had seen their eyes i Guarantee they would have
> been black. as im writing this im getting shivers
> just thinking about that night and glad im in a
> warm bed In Nevada well away from that town and
> what happened. I am not much of a lier and im sure
> most people wont believe me but i swear to
> everything i hold dear it's the truth and i never
> knew of this phenomenon till today. You don't have
> to believe me i just wanted to put down what
> happened because someone might. Don't ever walk
> unarmed the fear they instil in you is like
> nothing you have ever felt. Im not even sure a
> knife would harm these ":things" but i assure you
> they are not human whatever they are be it ghost
> alien demon or vampire or something else entirely
> if you happen into one turn and run. They're
> dangerous.
I just stumbled upon this thread and I thought it would be a good idea to share my experience. In the year 2010,
I had gone to Uttaranchal, India to buy a piece of land in a place called Ramgarh. It is a small village district
in the Himalayas.
After my legal formalities were completed, I decided to have lunch and my lawyer, a native to Uttaranchal, gave
me directions to an old house before leaving for his office. I went alone. Only an 85-year old decrepit lady lived
there all by herself. Adjacent to her house, there was another house separated by a barbed fence. Something was odd
about that house. It gave a malignant feeling. The entrance door was not just locked from the outside but a mantra
was painted on the door - maha mrityuanjaya mantra. Out of curiosity, I asked the old lady, Shanta, " Who lives in
the neighbouring house?" At that moment her face went red. She said her sister used to live there and then one morning
she was never to be seen. I thought maybe a hungry tiger took her away at night, but the cause was something I had
never heard off. Even to this day, I think she must have exaggerated her story; her sister's disappearance must have
been caused by an earthly phenomenon. Some people love to play psychological games. I do not claim that the events
were real.
I'm only telling you what was passed on to me as an "interesting story". Anyway, Shanta puts my plate on the floor
and as she is pouring curd, she shudders and asks if I would like to know about her sister. I was interested more in
the light of something creepily fun. That's what I got, but the story does scare me sometimes, when I begin to remember
my encounter with the old lady. She said the event occurred 30 years ago. Her sister, Parnika had just got married and
decided to shift to the neighbouring house; a gift from a bride's father to her daughter's husband. For about a month,
things went as usual until the night of the full moon (I smiled when she said that. I was ready for the bullshit that
was coming!). Shanta woke up at 4 AM that day and felt this horrible pain in her stomach. As she walked towards her
door, through the window on a sidewall, she saw two young girls with pitch black eyes knocking on Parnika's door (Wow,
she could clearly see those entities at 4 AM..... and that too from a bloody good distance. Convincing me would take a
lifetime, I tell you! ). Shanta felt something evil was lurking in her area. She said her fear was inexplicable (Thank
God for that. Otherwise she would have added more drama without any logical links!). They were knocking incessantly for
about ten minutes until Parnika came out. Then, some words were exchanged which Shanta couldn't decipher owing to her
distance. She saw Parnika sweating profusely for half an hour. She was just standing there looking at those entities.
And then, for reasons unknown, Parnika allowed them to enter the house. At that moment Shanta wanted to run towards her
sister to help her from the calamity yet to come, but something or someone stopped her. She just sat down looking through
the window. No scream, no noise of falling utensils or whatever. Before, she realised the clock had struck 6. She decided
to gather help from her villagers and took a bunch of them to Parnika's house. They found nothing odd. Everything was in
place and in order, only the newly wed couples were missing. Search parties were created with the help of local police,
but those poor souls were never to be found. Before I left, she said there are evil spirits in that house. A pujari came
long time ago after the event had already occurred and asked Shanta's family to seal the house. I wonder if BEKs are real.
I don't know man. But the idea of disappearing without leaving a trace behind... that's creepy.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Old Mum Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > PurrlGurrl Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > black eyed kids Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > Does anyone ever think that maybe they are
> > just
> > > > different from everyone else?
> > > >
> > > > Maybe the reason why they are so dark and
> > > > mysterious is because they are terrified
> and
> > > > depressed on how they look. They see eyes
> > > watching
> > > > them and feel uncomfortable. Maybe the
> reason
> > > why
> > > > they hide there faces is because they know
> > that
> > > > people would be terrified.
> > > >
> > > > This is just my opinion, just something to
> > > think
> > > > about
> > >
> > >
> > > There is a racial/ethnic undertone to some of
> > the
> > > stories I've read. One I remember in
> particular
> > > said the children looked Asian.
> > >
> > > I think this is a cultural meme that is
> popular
> > > among white Americans, especially those who
> > fear
> > > and are threatened by so many of our new
> > > (non-white) immigrants who's racial and
> ethnic
> > > backgrounds bestow on them very dark eyes. I
> > don't
> > > believe the stories are real, but rather
> > > apocryphal. Children demanding to be let in;
> > > immigrants demanding to be let in.
> >
> > Seems to me, that they are demonic or
> > trans-dimensional in nature...
> >
> > Oddly enough, I have heard of stories like this
> > before,
> > mainly from my Albanian mother who’s been
> > telling me similar stories from the old
> country,
> > stories that go back centuries.
> >
> > The old timers back where my parents are from
> > would give
> > them (these manifestations) many names, Jinn
> > (which is the old Turkish world for an inhuman
> > entity) a shatan or dreq (which is the word
> used
> > for devil/demon)
> > or the really old Albanian term “ora”
> (similar
> > to dark faery or poltergeist).
> >
> > In the tales they are always wearing black,
> with
> > lifeless
> > eyes gazing back at you, they always have some
> > form of physical demonic looking deformity
> brought
> > on (as the legend goes) by God to warn
> > human-(mortals) of their presence –of not
> being
> > human.
> >
> > They ask to come into your homes and when you
> are
> > traveling
> > they often ask you for help. It’s an
> invitation
> > to take you… The only thing that can stop
> them
> > (as the legend goes) is God’s prayer.
>
>
> A few years back i think it was 2009 i was living
> in Watertown Wisconsin and i was homeless. I spent
> my nights wandering around the streets and in the
> parks just doing whatever i could to keep myself
> from the depressing realization that i had hit
> bottom. On a very cold night i think late november
> i was walking around a park called Riverside, It
> was at least 2 a.m. and i had the odd feeling i
> was being watched. Turns out my intuition was
> right a while later well mabey not a while like a
> half hour i sat down on the swings and started
> reading my Harry Potter book the only one i had.
> Out of what seemed like nowhere three kids no
> older than 11 or 12 sat on the other swings and
> startedtalking to me. This in it's self was really
> weird the town wasn't exactly known for being a
> slum but kids that young didn't just go wandering
> around on their own. I never got a good look at
> their eye's but when they were there i had a
> massive erge to just get up and run, I dont scare
> easy i was a homless 19 year old and thought
> myself a badass, honestly to that day i can't
> remember ever beng as terrified as i was. They
> kept asking me over and over where i lived and if
> they could come with me home to use my phone. I
> told them i wasn't planning on going home for a
> while and that i just wanted to get back to
> reading. They kept insisting that i take them to
> my house so they could use the phone to call their
> parents who apparently lived in rome (a small town
> well away from where i lived) I noticed them start
> getting agitated and talking like a grown man
> would it was erie hearing them speak it was like
> soemthing out of a horror movie. after this went
> on i told them i had to go to my buddies. They
> asked if they could use the phone there and i said
> no i'm going there alone. I got up and started
> walking towards downtown, i figured the more light
> the better at that point and they kept following
> me. So i ducked down an allyway and ran as fast as
> i could to the forest where i had my tent sent up.
> before i went into the woods i looked back and
> they were just standing at the edge of the road
> going towards the woods. I ran for my tent where i
> had a crappy katana i bought from a fair thy hel
> every year in town and sat under my blanket the
> entire night sure i was going to die. Eventually
> towards dawn i fell asleep and nothing happened i
> woke up in the late afternoon to someone calling
> my name. Turns out it was my buddy Xylus i looked
> around and saw no one else and told him to run
> over and get in the tent. I told him what had
> happened and he didnt believe me said i must have
> dreamt it but i didn't have my book on me so we
> went back to the park and saw the book just
> sitting where i had been on the swing the night
> before. To this day i dont go out without a knife
> on me and until i stumbled upon this site i had
> convinced myself i must have fabricated most of
> the story to some extent. I am telling you if i
> had seen their eyes i Guarantee they would have
> been black. as im writing this im getting shivers
> just thinking about that night and glad im in a
> warm bed In Nevada well away from that town and
> what happened. I am not much of a lier and im sure
> most people wont believe me but i swear to
> everything i hold dear it's the truth and i never
> knew of this phenomenon till today. You don't have
> to believe me i just wanted to put down what
> happened because someone might. Don't ever walk
> unarmed the fear they instil in you is like
> nothing you have ever felt. Im not even sure a
> knife would harm these ":things" but i assure you
> they are not human whatever they are be it ghost
> alien demon or vampire or something else entirely
> if you happen into one turn and run. They're
> dangerous.
I just stumbled upon this thread and I thought it would be a good idea to share my experience. In the year 2010,
I had gone to Uttaranchal, India to buy a piece of land in a place called Ramgarh. It is a small village district
in the Himalayas.
After my legal formalities were completed, I decided to have lunch and my lawyer, a native to Uttaranchal, gave
me directions to an old house before leaving for his office. I went alone. Only an 85-year old decrepit lady lived
there all by herself. Adjacent to her house, there was another house separated by a barbed fence. Something was odd
about that house. It gave a malignant feeling. The entrance door was not just locked from the outside but a mantra
was painted on the door - maha mrityuanjaya mantra. Out of curiosity, I asked the old lady, Shanta, " Who lives in
the neighbouring house?" At that moment her face went red. She said her sister used to live there and then one morning
she was never to be seen. I thought maybe a hungry tiger took her away at night, but the cause was something I had
never heard off. Even to this day, I think she must have exaggerated her story; her sister's disappearance must have
been caused by an earthly phenomenon. Some people love to play psychological games. I do not claim that the events
were real.
I'm only telling you what was passed on to me as an "interesting story". Anyway, Shanta puts my plate on the floor
and as she is pouring curd, she shudders and asks if I would like to know about her sister. I was interested more in
the light of something creepily fun. That's what I got, but the story does scare me sometimes, when I begin to remember
my encounter with the old lady. She said the event occurred 30 years ago. Her sister, Parnika had just got married and
decided to shift to the neighbouring house; a gift from a bride's father to her daughter's husband. For about a month,
things went as usual until the night of the full moon (I smiled when she said that. I was ready for the bullshit that
was coming!). Shanta woke up at 4 AM that day and felt this horrible pain in her stomach. As she walked towards her
door, through the window on a sidewall, she saw two young girls with pitch black eyes knocking on Parnika's door (Wow,
she could clearly see those entities at 4 AM..... and that too from a bloody good distance. Convincing me would take a
lifetime, I tell you! ). Shanta felt something evil was lurking in her area. She said her fear was inexplicable (Thank
God for that. Otherwise she would have added more drama without any logical links!). They were knocking incessantly for
about ten minutes until Parnika came out. Then, some words were exchanged which Shanta couldn't decipher owing to her
distance. She saw Parnika sweating profusely for half an hour. She was just standing there looking at those entities.
And then, for reasons unknown, Parnika allowed them to enter the house. At that moment Shanta wanted to run towards her
sister to help her from the calamity yet to come, but something or someone stopped her. She just sat down looking through
the window. No scream, no noise of falling utensils or whatever. Before, she realised the clock had struck 6. She decided
to gather help from her villagers and took a bunch of them to Parnika's house. They found nothing odd. Everything was in
place and in order, only the newly wed couples were missing. Search parties were created with the help of local police,
but those poor souls were never to be found. Before I left, she said there are evil spirits in that house. A pujari came
long time ago after the event had already occurred and asked Shanta's family to seal the house. I wonder if BEKs are real.
I don't know man. But the idea of disappearing without leaving a trace behind... that's creepy.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
whaat
()
Date: July 10, 2013 12:40AM
Clarified Wrote:
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> whaat? Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > My Department of Health had almost lost 1/2 of
> his
> > left hand ?????
>
> Department of Health patient, is what she means.
I think DH means Dick Head.
-------------------------------------------------------
> whaat? Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > My Department of Health had almost lost 1/2 of
> his
> > left hand ?????
>
> Department of Health patient, is what she means.
I think DH means Dick Head.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Whaat
()
Date: July 10, 2013 12:48AM
And, I think Nelson_Undertoe, the long-winded, ghost story teller, who posted above me, in a giant block of run-on print, which no one will ever read, is a DH.
God oh fucking mighty.........
God oh fucking mighty.........
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
DH answer
()
Date: July 10, 2013 02:36AM
Umm I'm pretty sure DH stands for "dear husband" in this case...
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost caught on camera!
()
Date: July 10, 2013 05:05AM
Hospitals are where a lot of people go to die. A lot of near death experiences too. Being that the witnesses are of sound mind (as part of staff, they have to be) this makes these recounts even more intriguing. Stories are cool. Video is too.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A8obubfYjcQ&feature=player_embedded
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A8obubfYjcQ&feature=player_embedded
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Joey in Fairfax Station VA
()
Date: July 10, 2013 07:03AM
My grandma lives in Fairfax Station, VA. I visit her every week but her house is very unsettling. One day my grandpa had cancer and died in that house. About a few months later we started hearing unusual knocks and seeing shadows.
I knew it was my grandpa, my grandma does research on the house and finds out the house was built in 1926 and 2 people killed themselves and 3 were murdered. So a total of six people had died in that house. Which scared me because I visit that house every week. And every week there is at least something paranormal going on in that house. The scariest encounter with a ghost was when my family was in the living room and all of a sudden we heard a loud thud in the attic, scared the daylights out of us. We recently found out someone hanged themselves in the attic.
I knew it was my grandpa, my grandma does research on the house and finds out the house was built in 1926 and 2 people killed themselves and 3 were murdered. So a total of six people had died in that house. Which scared me because I visit that house every week. And every week there is at least something paranormal going on in that house. The scariest encounter with a ghost was when my family was in the living room and all of a sudden we heard a loud thud in the attic, scared the daylights out of us. We recently found out someone hanged themselves in the attic.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Oscar the Cat
()
Date: July 10, 2013 10:19AM
Nursing home cat can sense death?
http://www.reuters.com/article/oddly...6?feedType=RSS
CHICAGO (Reuters) - When Oscar the Cat visits residents of the Steere House Nursing and Rehabilitation Center in Providence, Rhode Island, the staff jumps into action -- Oscar can sense within hours when someone is about to die.
In his two years living in Steere's end-stage dementia unit, Oscar has been at the bedside of more than 25 residents shortly before they died, according to Dr. David Dosa of Brown University in Providence.
He wrote about Oscar in the New England Journal of Medicine.
"It's not that the cat is consistently there first," Dr. Joan Teno, a professor of community health at Brown University, who sees patients in the unit. "But the cat always does manage to make an appearance, and it always seems to be in the last two hours."
Raised at the nursing home since he was a kitten, Oscar often checks in on residents, but when he curls up for a visit, physicians and nursing home staff know it's time to call the family.
"I don't think this is a psychic cat," said Teno. "I think there's probably a biochemical explanation," she said in a telephone interview.
While pets are often used to bring comfort to the elderly in nursing home settings, Oscar's talent is special, though not unexpected.
"That is such a cat thing to do," said Thomas Graves, a feline expert and chief of small animal medicine at the University of Illinois College of Veterinary Medicine.
Graves said there is no evidence to suggest cats can sense death, but he doesn't discount it for a minute.
Those things are hard to study. I think probably dogs and cats can sense things we can't," he said.
On a particular day detailed by Dr. Dosa, Oscar settled onto the bed of a patient in room 313.
His presence sent staff off to make calls and set up vigil.
When a grandson asked why the cat was there, his mother explained: "He is here to help Grandma get to heaven," according to Dosa's account.
She died a half an hour later.
http://www.reuters.com/article/oddly...6?feedType=RSS
CHICAGO (Reuters) - When Oscar the Cat visits residents of the Steere House Nursing and Rehabilitation Center in Providence, Rhode Island, the staff jumps into action -- Oscar can sense within hours when someone is about to die.
In his two years living in Steere's end-stage dementia unit, Oscar has been at the bedside of more than 25 residents shortly before they died, according to Dr. David Dosa of Brown University in Providence.
He wrote about Oscar in the New England Journal of Medicine.
"It's not that the cat is consistently there first," Dr. Joan Teno, a professor of community health at Brown University, who sees patients in the unit. "But the cat always does manage to make an appearance, and it always seems to be in the last two hours."
Raised at the nursing home since he was a kitten, Oscar often checks in on residents, but when he curls up for a visit, physicians and nursing home staff know it's time to call the family.
"I don't think this is a psychic cat," said Teno. "I think there's probably a biochemical explanation," she said in a telephone interview.
While pets are often used to bring comfort to the elderly in nursing home settings, Oscar's talent is special, though not unexpected.
"That is such a cat thing to do," said Thomas Graves, a feline expert and chief of small animal medicine at the University of Illinois College of Veterinary Medicine.
Graves said there is no evidence to suggest cats can sense death, but he doesn't discount it for a minute.
Those things are hard to study. I think probably dogs and cats can sense things we can't," he said.
On a particular day detailed by Dr. Dosa, Oscar settled onto the bed of a patient in room 313.
His presence sent staff off to make calls and set up vigil.
When a grandson asked why the cat was there, his mother explained: "He is here to help Grandma get to heaven," according to Dosa's account.
She died a half an hour later.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
CyndieRN2007
()
Date: July 10, 2013 11:09AM
I was doing my leadership rotation at a long term care facility. One of the 1st semester students had a patient with dementia. I was very familiar with this 80 year old woman because she was my patient when I was in semester one.
She was easily confused and often talked nonsense. I humored her stories. However this gave me chills up my spine....I was making rounds on all the patients my semester one students had. When I checked on this particular patient, she was sleeping. I went to pull up the covers on her, you know, just to tuck her in and make her feel more comfortable....As I was pulling the covers up, she sat up slightly and said...."watch the little girls for me..." I said "What little girls, Mrs X?" She said, "You hear them, the little girls." I started to rule it out as confusion, but then she said..."Watch out for the little girls....I dont want that man over there to get them..." I immediately asked her "What man?" She repied..."That bad man over there." I quickly tucked her in and reassured her that she was ok... and then I got my butt out of there!!! A week or so later, one of my semester four classmates told me that she had passed away... Was she seeing ghosts???
She was easily confused and often talked nonsense. I humored her stories. However this gave me chills up my spine....I was making rounds on all the patients my semester one students had. When I checked on this particular patient, she was sleeping. I went to pull up the covers on her, you know, just to tuck her in and make her feel more comfortable....As I was pulling the covers up, she sat up slightly and said...."watch the little girls for me..." I said "What little girls, Mrs X?" She said, "You hear them, the little girls." I started to rule it out as confusion, but then she said..."Watch out for the little girls....I dont want that man over there to get them..." I immediately asked her "What man?" She repied..."That bad man over there." I quickly tucked her in and reassured her that she was ok... and then I got my butt out of there!!! A week or so later, one of my semester four classmates told me that she had passed away... Was she seeing ghosts???
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
tarakoch
()
Date: July 10, 2013 01:49PM
Dh and I bought an old farm house about 7 years ago. It was a hole in the ground but we have remodeled it slowly and it is great now. But when we first moved in I was pregnant with our first child. I was on bed rest and therefore here all the time. Mostly alone while dh worked. As soon as we moved in, I felt a presence in the house. dh denied it. We would hear very heavy objects being thrown on the floor upstairs all the time. But there wasn't a single thing upstairs before we remodeled. No furniture, tools or anything. Dh still denied it that we had a ghost. I would see a male figure out of the corner of my eye all the time when I was napping or alone. I was really freaked out. Then I had my daughter and brought her home from the hospital. Well, my male ghost was even more active. I figured he was interested in the new life in the house. I finally could not take it anymore with the noises and sighting. I started talking to the ghost and invited him to be part of the family. i told him he could only stay in our home if he protected us and watched out for the kids. The noises stopped. I would still see him once in a while and feel his presence, but the noises stopped. After having my second child he became active again but I again asked him to stop and stick with our agreement. ( yes, dh thinks I am nuts too) The noises stopped again. But I knew he was still there. Fast forward to 2-3 years later. Our neighbors daughter came over to meet my children to do some babysitting. Her great grandma lived in our home before we bought it and the house had been in the family for 100 years before we bought it. We showed her around so she could see all the work we had done on the house. As she was about to leave, she turned to me and asked, " so, have you seen the male ghost?" I just looked at dh with a look. How could he denied it now?? This is the first time we are meeting her and she mentioned the male ghost. Something I had been saying for years. She told me that it was some uncle that was very protective over the kids. He would walk around upstairs where the kids rooms were during the night to make sure the kids were safe in there beds. So, I felt I had made a good choice to ask him to stay and watch over the kids and our home. I still see him once in awhile but I am no longer afraid. I know he watched out for the kids. A few weeks ago I had a very bad dream, so I walked up stairs to check on the kids. As i was checking in on them in their rooms, it sounded like someone with very heavy feet racing up the stairs. I stopped and waited to see if it was dh. Nope. I looked out into the hall, and no one. I assume he saw it was me upstairs and stopped. But it was a little freaking. The kids have never mentioned seeing him, so I am fine with it. I don't want them to see the ghost. Yes I am sane person. I just have a ghost in my house.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
see dead people
()
Date: July 10, 2013 02:24PM
This happened to me when I was a kid. I'm sure I was awake and lying on my back, when I felt my feet and legs lifting out of my body. I felt very peaceful, but then I got scared thinking I was dying and it stopped. It never happened again, and I never forgot about it. I heard that young kids (before they know to be frightened) leave their bodies and kind of hover around. This sounds weird, but I have memories of hanging out in the corner near the ceiling and looking down at myself sleeping. Maybe they were just dreams, though.
I think kids are much more in touch with the spiritual world, since they came from there so recently. I guess some kids hear voices, but they aren't psychotic, it's just spirits talking but we can't hear them. My son (around age 4) used to cover his ears a lot, and he seemed distraught at times. After gently asking him questions, he admitted hearing people whispering in his ears. He told me a man and a lady, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. He admitted it was very upsetting to him. So, I was freaked out thinking he had mental problems, and I started researching on line. I was shocked to find this is a common occurrence in many kids! I didn't feel so bad then. Anyway, it said to pick a child's favorite toy and tell them this toy hears the noises, too. Then I got his dinosaur that makes a roaring sound and told him whenever he hears the noise hold up the dino to your favorite toy and make it growl in the ears to chase off the noise. I also told him he could say, "Go away noises, I don't like you!" He actually did these things off and on for a few days, and then it stopped. No more noises. Strange, but true.
I think kids are much more in touch with the spiritual world, since they came from there so recently. I guess some kids hear voices, but they aren't psychotic, it's just spirits talking but we can't hear them. My son (around age 4) used to cover his ears a lot, and he seemed distraught at times. After gently asking him questions, he admitted hearing people whispering in his ears. He told me a man and a lady, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. He admitted it was very upsetting to him. So, I was freaked out thinking he had mental problems, and I started researching on line. I was shocked to find this is a common occurrence in many kids! I didn't feel so bad then. Anyway, it said to pick a child's favorite toy and tell them this toy hears the noises, too. Then I got his dinosaur that makes a roaring sound and told him whenever he hears the noise hold up the dino to your favorite toy and make it growl in the ears to chase off the noise. I also told him he could say, "Go away noises, I don't like you!" He actually did these things off and on for a few days, and then it stopped. No more noises. Strange, but true.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost of Jumper
()
Date: July 10, 2013 02:35PM
About 4 years ago, before I was a nurse, I was working on an inpatient PINS unit as a tech.
One day, a sick and depressed younger man in room "4" managed to get the window in the room
open and jump to his death from several stories high (I was not there that day, but there was
an eery feeling on the unit for long after the incident). A couple of years later, we had a
retired priest in room "4" who was very confused, combative, and agitated. He would yell and
cuss and tell anyone who touched him that they were going to go to hell. It was very strange
and uncomfortable. However, that afternoon as I was checking on him he was very calm and lucid.
I was standing between his bed and the window talking to him when I noticed that he was looking
passed me. I asked him what he was looking at and he said "Brian". I was confused, and was sure
he was too. I asked him where he was, etc... to find that he was completely oriented. He said
"turn around and see for yourself, honey. Brian's right there." I turned around and I don't
know if my mind was playing tricks on me but I saw a weird glowy haze in the corner of the room
by the window. When I left the room I told one of the nurses who verified that that was the
patient's name who had jumped years before. ...goosebumps...
One day, a sick and depressed younger man in room "4" managed to get the window in the room
open and jump to his death from several stories high (I was not there that day, but there was
an eery feeling on the unit for long after the incident). A couple of years later, we had a
retired priest in room "4" who was very confused, combative, and agitated. He would yell and
cuss and tell anyone who touched him that they were going to go to hell. It was very strange
and uncomfortable. However, that afternoon as I was checking on him he was very calm and lucid.
I was standing between his bed and the window talking to him when I noticed that he was looking
passed me. I asked him what he was looking at and he said "Brian". I was confused, and was sure
he was too. I asked him where he was, etc... to find that he was completely oriented. He said
"turn around and see for yourself, honey. Brian's right there." I turned around and I don't
know if my mind was playing tricks on me but I saw a weird glowy haze in the corner of the room
by the window. When I left the room I told one of the nurses who verified that that was the
patient's name who had jumped years before. ...goosebumps...
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
jones story
()
Date: July 10, 2013 02:36PM
this story was told to me by my friend jone.
jone and i live in the small town of chippewa falls, wisconsin. it is located about 90 miles east of the twin cities. one evening, jone drove to minneapolis to pick up her daughter who was attending school there. on the return trip jone let her daughter drive and they both conversed about school and other events in their lives. it was approximately 10:00 at night and small pockets of fog banks began to develop on the highway. jone turned from looking at her daughter and yelled at her to slow down and avoid what looked to be a motorcyclist. she recalled seeing a leather jacket and various details of the bike. but she vividly remembers how the headlights reflected off the chrome of the bike yet it went through it at the same time. the motorcyclist was in front of their vehicle for about five seconds and then drove off into the ditch. jone's daughter pulled over to the side of the road and the both looked at each other and verified what they both had witnessed. spooked out of their minds they sped for home. they were traveling on highway 29 which links i94 to green bay. currently hy29 is being expanded to a four lane highway due to the many fatal accidents that have occured in the past.
jone and i live in the small town of chippewa falls, wisconsin. it is located about 90 miles east of the twin cities. one evening, jone drove to minneapolis to pick up her daughter who was attending school there. on the return trip jone let her daughter drive and they both conversed about school and other events in their lives. it was approximately 10:00 at night and small pockets of fog banks began to develop on the highway. jone turned from looking at her daughter and yelled at her to slow down and avoid what looked to be a motorcyclist. she recalled seeing a leather jacket and various details of the bike. but she vividly remembers how the headlights reflected off the chrome of the bike yet it went through it at the same time. the motorcyclist was in front of their vehicle for about five seconds and then drove off into the ditch. jone's daughter pulled over to the side of the road and the both looked at each other and verified what they both had witnessed. spooked out of their minds they sped for home. they were traveling on highway 29 which links i94 to green bay. currently hy29 is being expanded to a four lane highway due to the many fatal accidents that have occured in the past.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
ebear
()
Date: July 10, 2013 02:48PM
I live in a 108 yr-old restored home in the south. A couple of days ago, I was sitting in the family room in a recliner reading. All of a sudden, a flower arrangement in the foyer fell off a perfectly level marble top table and crashed into a hundred pieces! I was the only one home (I thought!) The arrangement was in the very center of the table and there is NO WAY it could have just fallen off! About 5 minutes later, the light in the same foyer started to flicker and went out. I got up to go look, thinking the bulb had blown. It hadn't...The switch was turned off!!! I have also seen "butt prints" on my beds upstairs. I asked my husband if he had been sitting on the beds (I didn't care if he was) and he said "no". He came to look and was amazed too. Perfectly formed butt prints like someone had just gotten up from the beds! I don't know--we've been here 5 yrs. and I ignored some stuff earlier thinking I was imagining things. NO MORE! I'm getting freaked out!!!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
eldragon
()
Date: July 10, 2013 03:19PM
I think spirits are in cemetaries only because people are there. Live people.
The dead bodies have no attraction for the spirits. How lonely would it be to have to stay with your corpse forever?
I've read books written by mediums and and have heard that when a person goes to a cemetary to visit graves, spirits go with them there. When the person leaves, the spirit goes, too.
Think about it. When a person dies, it's soul leaves the body where it's at, which is usually at home, in a hospital or LTC facility. The soul usually goes where it's supposed to go, a place you may call heaven or the afterlife or numerous other names depending on your spiritual beliefs.
And some religions believe that the spirit stays with its body for up to a week, which is why they have traditions of having a person stay with the body, and covering mirrors, etc.
And now you are at the stage that the body goes to a cemetary and is buried in the ground. Why would a spirit stay there?
The spirit, if still around, would just leave with the people he/she cares about, and go back home.
That's a theory, of course, but a well-thought out one. When you go to a cemetary, you are there in memory of a person you once knew. That emotion might summon spirits to be with you, but it's only because you are there, not because they were there when you arrived.
The dead bodies have no attraction for the spirits. How lonely would it be to have to stay with your corpse forever?
I've read books written by mediums and and have heard that when a person goes to a cemetary to visit graves, spirits go with them there. When the person leaves, the spirit goes, too.
Think about it. When a person dies, it's soul leaves the body where it's at, which is usually at home, in a hospital or LTC facility. The soul usually goes where it's supposed to go, a place you may call heaven or the afterlife or numerous other names depending on your spiritual beliefs.
And some religions believe that the spirit stays with its body for up to a week, which is why they have traditions of having a person stay with the body, and covering mirrors, etc.
And now you are at the stage that the body goes to a cemetary and is buried in the ground. Why would a spirit stay there?
The spirit, if still around, would just leave with the people he/she cares about, and go back home.
That's a theory, of course, but a well-thought out one. When you go to a cemetary, you are there in memory of a person you once knew. That emotion might summon spirits to be with you, but it's only because you are there, not because they were there when you arrived.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
whaat?
()
Date: July 10, 2013 03:43PM
DH answer Wrote:
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> Umm I'm pretty sure DH stands for "dear husband"
> in this case...
dear husband? How stupid.
I like dick head better.
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> Umm I'm pretty sure DH stands for "dear husband"
> in this case...
dear husband? How stupid.
I like dick head better.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Alias
()
Date: July 10, 2013 05:25PM
My Dh is a dickhead and he saw a ghost in a bathroom in the hospital where I was a nurse back in the 80's, when I was taking care of the mental patients who walked around naked late at night when everyone thought they were asleep. My Dh, the dickhead, came to visit me one night in September, when there was a storm outside and he brought me a sandwich made out of peanut butter and cranberries with a banana on top. I remember this clearly, because I commented on the cranberries. My Dh, the dickhead, said, hey, I'll be right back, I need to take a wiz. I said, OK, dickhead, don't be too long, this storm is scaring the bejesus outta me. Some time passed, I walked a naked mental patient back to his room and I munched on my sandwich. Then I head a loud scream coming from my Dh, the dickhead. He had been urinating in the mental ward bathroom, when he heard strange sounds coming from the stall next to him. He tried to peek under the stall and that's when the dickhead saw a shadow moving across the floor. He yelled, what the fuck!! So, I ran down the hallway, dropping my peanut butter sandwich and found my DH, the dickhead, sitting on the floor with his pants down. He was as white as a ghost, and believe me, this dickhead is whiter than a ghost to begin with, trust me on this one. So, I helped my Dh, the dickhead, pull up his new corduroy pants and together we ran around the hospital in search of the ghost. We heard strange noises coming from a closet where we usually keep the tourniquets and shit, so my Dh, the dickhead, bravely opened the door and out flew a gray blur of what looked like a giant boob. The ghost was a big gray tit. My Dh, the dickhead, got excited and looked around in the closet for another big tit; he said he had never seen such a big boob in all his dickhead life. But, no, there was only one boob and it was making its way toward the maternity ward. My Dh, the dickhead, told me to stay back, this was a job for a dickhead. So, I hid under the nurses desk and let my Dh, the dickhead, find the giant boob ghost. The dickhead checked every bed in maternity and I could hear the women screaming when he pulled down their blankets and examined their milk-filled boobs, in search of the giant gray tit. The dickhead thought the giant boob was trying to blend in, so he had to be very thorough in his search, and despite the women's screams, he carefully palpitated every boob in maternity until security suddenly appeared and pried his boob filled hands away, sticking them in hand cuffs. As they were taking dickhead out of the hospital, the boob ghost appeared, but only my Dh, the dickhead, could see it. It was sitting in a corner, taunting my Dh, the dickhead, almost laughing at him. Dickhead said, look, there is it, the giant tit, right over there, but the security cops didn't bother looking and just pushed my Dh, the dickhead, into a cop car and took him away. I have seen the giant ghost boob only once since, back around '97, just a quick glimpse as it made its way off an elevator, but my Dh, the dickhead, won't visit me any more and won't even talk about the ghost boob he saw that terrible night. I could tell you more ghost stories but I don't wanna get that paragraph Nazi upset because I don't believe in paragraphs since they are so stupid, but maybe I'll come back tomorrow and tell you about the time my Dh, the dickhead, once saw a flying saucer over I-66. He even remembers getting beamed up and being tied down while the aliens took fluid and tissue samples from his body. Dickhead has drawn many pictures of the creatures, they had three eyes, but the government isn't interested in his drawings. That's because they already know about the aliens, that's what my Dh, the dickhead, thinks anyway, and I believe him.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
koko
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Date: July 10, 2013 05:56PM
A++ too funny!!!!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
notAdrunk
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Date: July 11, 2013 12:35AM
I live in Fairfax and this is a true story of my 'encounter'.
I got hammered drunk at a local bar, and took a cab back to my apartment, where I had a few shots of Jäger and kind of passed out in bed. When I woke up the next morning I had a severe headache, but I ignored that completely when I saw what had happened: a ghost, or spirit, or whatever, had come into my room in the middle of the night and pissed on my bed (including my shorts!), and had thrown up on the nightstand, getting some in my mouth too because I could taste it.
I'm a believer now, especially after I got drunk a month later and the ghost came back and managed to shit in my pants while I was sleeping on the couch.
I got hammered drunk at a local bar, and took a cab back to my apartment, where I had a few shots of Jäger and kind of passed out in bed. When I woke up the next morning I had a severe headache, but I ignored that completely when I saw what had happened: a ghost, or spirit, or whatever, had come into my room in the middle of the night and pissed on my bed (including my shorts!), and had thrown up on the nightstand, getting some in my mouth too because I could taste it.
I'm a believer now, especially after I got drunk a month later and the ghost came back and managed to shit in my pants while I was sleeping on the couch.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
asdfasdfasfasdf
()
Date: July 11, 2013 07:34AM
notAdrunk Wrote:
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> I live in Fairfax and this is a true story of my
> 'encounter'.
> I got hammered drunk at a local bar, and took a
> cab back to my apartment, where I had a few shots
> of Jäger and kind of passed out in bed. When I
> woke up the next morning I had a severe headache,
> but I ignored that completely when I saw what had
> happened: a ghost, or spirit, or whatever, had
> come into my room in the middle of the night and
> pissed on my bed (including my shorts!), and had
> thrown up on the nightstand, getting some in my
> mouth too because I could taste it.
> I'm a believer now, especially after I got drunk a
> month later and the ghost came back and managed to
> shit in my pants while I was sleeping on the
> couch.
LOL +1000
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> I live in Fairfax and this is a true story of my
> 'encounter'.
> I got hammered drunk at a local bar, and took a
> cab back to my apartment, where I had a few shots
> of Jäger and kind of passed out in bed. When I
> woke up the next morning I had a severe headache,
> but I ignored that completely when I saw what had
> happened: a ghost, or spirit, or whatever, had
> come into my room in the middle of the night and
> pissed on my bed (including my shorts!), and had
> thrown up on the nightstand, getting some in my
> mouth too because I could taste it.
> I'm a believer now, especially after I got drunk a
> month later and the ghost came back and managed to
> shit in my pants while I was sleeping on the
> couch.
LOL +1000
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
doe9181
()
Date: July 11, 2013 08:18AM
Oct 31, '07 by doe9181
I haven't personally experienced anything myslef while at work but 2 of my coworkers have. Last year a few people died in one of the rooms on the south side of our floor within a close time frame and one of my coworkers swears one night she seen a short, dark blob go running out of 62 bed two into the room across the hall from it. Another coworker told me that after a woman had died her and another one of our coworkers were cleaning her up and the nurse that had the deceased patient asked them to close the door and when my coworker went to close the door, she said she felt resistance and the nurse felt it from the other side also, like the door didn't wan to close. Of course it works fine now and always did before that.
Some non-hosptial related stories I have mostly include deceased family and friends coming to let me know that they are okay after they have died. I had three seperate dreams of my grandpa that I remember vividly to this day. We were very close. The one I remember the most and that affected me the most was one where I was at his wake and I was sitting on the couch in front looking at his casket when a phone rang. My grandma told me it was for me so I turned my back to take the call. It was my grandpa on the phone telling me to turn around. I turned around and he was standing in front of me out of his coffin. He hugged me and told me that he was doing fine and missed us. I then said to him, "but grandpa, aren't you supposed to be dead?" And he said, "Yeah, I guess I am." He said it in a really sad voice and then turned around and got back in his coffin. Made me really sad.
Another story I have is one of a friend of mine that died in a drunk driving accident in high school. I was best friends with her sister growing up before they moved away to the suburbs and switched schools. About two weeks after she died she came to me in a dream and told me she was doing alright but that her sister was not. She then asked me if i could please call her sister and have her come stay with me for the weekend to get her out of the house (they shared a room when her sisiter was alive). I felt kind of dumb calling her house but I was compelled to do it. My friend wasn't home but her mom answered and I told her all about it and her mom found such comfort in knowing that Tiffany was alright and was reaching out to her sister. Her sister came over the following weekend and we had a fun, relaxing weekend.
One last thing that freaked me out and then I'm done (sorry this is so long). My boyfriend at the time's sister claimed she could speak in tongues. I didn't believe her and my ex said she should do it to me. They told me how she did it to her other brother's girlfriend and she was crying and really amazed. So I let her "speak in tongues" over me and she told me that my grandpa was in heaven and was doing good. She also told me that he was a police officer when he was alive (she didn't know that before) and how many brothers he had (didn't know that either) and other things she wouldn't of known. She told me that my uncle Solly (one of my grandpa's brothers) was a gruff man when he was alive (he was!) and he wasn't in heaven yet because not enough people prayed for him here on earth. You bet you butt I prayed for that man every night from that night on. I don't know if she was full of it but some of the things she knew, there was no way she would of known without me telling her. Kind of freaky right?:
I haven't personally experienced anything myslef while at work but 2 of my coworkers have. Last year a few people died in one of the rooms on the south side of our floor within a close time frame and one of my coworkers swears one night she seen a short, dark blob go running out of 62 bed two into the room across the hall from it. Another coworker told me that after a woman had died her and another one of our coworkers were cleaning her up and the nurse that had the deceased patient asked them to close the door and when my coworker went to close the door, she said she felt resistance and the nurse felt it from the other side also, like the door didn't wan to close. Of course it works fine now and always did before that.
Some non-hosptial related stories I have mostly include deceased family and friends coming to let me know that they are okay after they have died. I had three seperate dreams of my grandpa that I remember vividly to this day. We were very close. The one I remember the most and that affected me the most was one where I was at his wake and I was sitting on the couch in front looking at his casket when a phone rang. My grandma told me it was for me so I turned my back to take the call. It was my grandpa on the phone telling me to turn around. I turned around and he was standing in front of me out of his coffin. He hugged me and told me that he was doing fine and missed us. I then said to him, "but grandpa, aren't you supposed to be dead?" And he said, "Yeah, I guess I am." He said it in a really sad voice and then turned around and got back in his coffin. Made me really sad.
Another story I have is one of a friend of mine that died in a drunk driving accident in high school. I was best friends with her sister growing up before they moved away to the suburbs and switched schools. About two weeks after she died she came to me in a dream and told me she was doing alright but that her sister was not. She then asked me if i could please call her sister and have her come stay with me for the weekend to get her out of the house (they shared a room when her sisiter was alive). I felt kind of dumb calling her house but I was compelled to do it. My friend wasn't home but her mom answered and I told her all about it and her mom found such comfort in knowing that Tiffany was alright and was reaching out to her sister. Her sister came over the following weekend and we had a fun, relaxing weekend.
One last thing that freaked me out and then I'm done (sorry this is so long). My boyfriend at the time's sister claimed she could speak in tongues. I didn't believe her and my ex said she should do it to me. They told me how she did it to her other brother's girlfriend and she was crying and really amazed. So I let her "speak in tongues" over me and she told me that my grandpa was in heaven and was doing good. She also told me that he was a police officer when he was alive (she didn't know that before) and how many brothers he had (didn't know that either) and other things she wouldn't of known. She told me that my uncle Solly (one of my grandpa's brothers) was a gruff man when he was alive (he was!) and he wasn't in heaven yet because not enough people prayed for him here on earth. You bet you butt I prayed for that man every night from that night on. I don't know if she was full of it but some of the things she knew, there was no way she would of known without me telling her. Kind of freaky right?:
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
nurse sherry
()
Date: July 11, 2013 08:31AM
Oscar the Cat Wrote:
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> Nursing home cat can sense death?
>
> http://www.reuters.com/article/oddly...6?feedType=
> RSS
>
> CHICAGO (Reuters) - When Oscar the Cat visits
> residents of the Steere House Nursing and
> Rehabilitation Center in Providence, Rhode Island,
> the staff jumps into action -- Oscar can sense
> within hours when someone is about to die.
>
> In his two years living in Steere's end-stage
> dementia unit, Oscar has been at the bedside of
> more than 25 residents shortly before they died,
> according to Dr. David Dosa of Brown University in
> Providence.
>
> He wrote about Oscar in the New England Journal of
> Medicine.
>
> "It's not that the cat is consistently there
> first," Dr. Joan Teno, a professor of community
> health at Brown University, who sees patients in
> the unit. "But the cat always does manage to make
> an appearance, and it always seems to be in the
> last two hours."
>
> Raised at the nursing home since he was a kitten,
> Oscar often checks in on residents, but when he
> curls up for a visit, physicians and nursing home
> staff know it's time to call the family.
>
> "I don't think this is a psychic cat," said Teno.
> "I think there's probably a biochemical
> explanation," she said in a telephone interview.
>
> While pets are often used to bring comfort to the
> elderly in nursing home settings, Oscar's talent
> is special, though not unexpected.
>
> "That is such a cat thing to do," said Thomas
> Graves, a feline expert and chief of small animal
> medicine at the University of Illinois College of
> Veterinary Medicine.
>
> Graves said there is no evidence to suggest cats
> can sense death, but he doesn't discount it for a
> minute.
>
> Those things are hard to study. I think probably
> dogs and cats can sense things we can't," he
> said.
>
> On a particular day detailed by Dr. Dosa, Oscar
> settled onto the bed of a patient in room 313.
>
> His presence sent staff off to make calls and set
> up vigil.
>
> When a grandson asked why the cat was there, his
> mother explained: "He is here to help Grandma get
> to heaven," according to Dosa's account.
>
> She died a half an hour later.
This story didn't involve a ghost but still scared the pants off of me. One night while working LTC I was leaving my station to go down to the break room for a drink. The front doors of the facility had two long windows on each side of the doors. As I passed by the front doors I saw someone looking in one of the windows. It looked like Beetlejuice! Black around the eyes, red lips with blood running down the sides and freaky hair that stood up on the sides. Have you ever seen the cartoons where the character gets scared and tries to take off running but just can't seem to get traction and take off. Well that was me. I was trying to take off running but wasnt going anywhere for what felt like minutes but was a few seconds. Finally I took off and ran to the next nurses station. I had anohter nurse go with me and we peeked around the corner. He was still there. She said it does look like Beetlejuice! We called the police and they were there almost immediately. Ends up it was a drunk man who had been in a bar fight. His eyes were blacked and mouth busted. He was looking for the emergency room next door to our facility but was too drunk to figure out which building was which.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Nursing home cat can sense death?
>
> http://www.reuters.com/article/oddly...6?feedType=
> RSS
>
> CHICAGO (Reuters) - When Oscar the Cat visits
> residents of the Steere House Nursing and
> Rehabilitation Center in Providence, Rhode Island,
> the staff jumps into action -- Oscar can sense
> within hours when someone is about to die.
>
> In his two years living in Steere's end-stage
> dementia unit, Oscar has been at the bedside of
> more than 25 residents shortly before they died,
> according to Dr. David Dosa of Brown University in
> Providence.
>
> He wrote about Oscar in the New England Journal of
> Medicine.
>
> "It's not that the cat is consistently there
> first," Dr. Joan Teno, a professor of community
> health at Brown University, who sees patients in
> the unit. "But the cat always does manage to make
> an appearance, and it always seems to be in the
> last two hours."
>
> Raised at the nursing home since he was a kitten,
> Oscar often checks in on residents, but when he
> curls up for a visit, physicians and nursing home
> staff know it's time to call the family.
>
> "I don't think this is a psychic cat," said Teno.
> "I think there's probably a biochemical
> explanation," she said in a telephone interview.
>
> While pets are often used to bring comfort to the
> elderly in nursing home settings, Oscar's talent
> is special, though not unexpected.
>
> "That is such a cat thing to do," said Thomas
> Graves, a feline expert and chief of small animal
> medicine at the University of Illinois College of
> Veterinary Medicine.
>
> Graves said there is no evidence to suggest cats
> can sense death, but he doesn't discount it for a
> minute.
>
> Those things are hard to study. I think probably
> dogs and cats can sense things we can't," he
> said.
>
> On a particular day detailed by Dr. Dosa, Oscar
> settled onto the bed of a patient in room 313.
>
> His presence sent staff off to make calls and set
> up vigil.
>
> When a grandson asked why the cat was there, his
> mother explained: "He is here to help Grandma get
> to heaven," according to Dosa's account.
>
> She died a half an hour later.
This story didn't involve a ghost but still scared the pants off of me. One night while working LTC I was leaving my station to go down to the break room for a drink. The front doors of the facility had two long windows on each side of the doors. As I passed by the front doors I saw someone looking in one of the windows. It looked like Beetlejuice! Black around the eyes, red lips with blood running down the sides and freaky hair that stood up on the sides. Have you ever seen the cartoons where the character gets scared and tries to take off running but just can't seem to get traction and take off. Well that was me. I was trying to take off running but wasnt going anywhere for what felt like minutes but was a few seconds. Finally I took off and ran to the next nurses station. I had anohter nurse go with me and we peeked around the corner. He was still there. She said it does look like Beetlejuice! We called the police and they were there almost immediately. Ends up it was a drunk man who had been in a bar fight. His eyes were blacked and mouth busted. He was looking for the emergency room next door to our facility but was too drunk to figure out which building was which.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Mariah1952
()
Date: July 11, 2013 08:39AM
One night a good friend called and told me she would never sleep in her bedroom again because she had awakened to see this black cloud like mist hanging over her bed that scared her half to death. her family laughed. The next night she called to tell me her husband had been killed in an auto crash less than 1000 feet from their home. Of course he had been in the bed with her when she saw the black mist.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
curiousauntie
()
Date: July 11, 2013 08:47AM
I have been told that 3AM is the "witching hour", the most powerful time of the night for spells and the time that spirits are most active. Why 3 and not midnight I have no idea. I am very interested in paranormal activities and most of these posts are very interesting, except for schroders_piano post about the possession...that has freaked me out for 2 days...and will probably continue to. I copied and pasted it and sent it to my sister (not a nurse) as I am sure it will freak her out too. Misery loves company!!!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Witching Hour
()
Date: July 11, 2013 08:53AM
curiousauntie Wrote:
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> I have been told that 3AM is the "witching hour",
> the most powerful time of the night for spells and
> the time that spirits are most active. Why 3 and
> not midnight I have no idea. I am very interested
> in paranormal activities and most of these posts
> are very interesting, except for schroders_piano
> post about the possession...that has freaked me
> out for 2 days...and will probably continue to. I
> copied and pasted it and sent it to my sister (not
> a nurse) as I am sure it will freak her out too.
> Misery loves company!!!
The Witching Hour refers to midnight. The reason most supernatural activity happens around 3am, refers to the time period that the devil uses. It is the opposite of 3pm, in which most christians believe that Jesus died on the Cross.
3am marks the start of "Dead Time". Everyone is usually asleep or quiet, energies are low, there isn't too much noise, lights etc... It's the perfect time for ghosts, spirits and entities to come out and use electrical energy and our
own energy to be active. By them doing this, they cause electrical equipment to switch on/off and malfunction and when they're around dogs definitely notice and try to let everyone know!
The Witching Hour (Midnight)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Witching_hour
"Dead Time"
http://theparanormalsociety.blogspot.com…
http://www.moonslipper.com/ghosts.html
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> I have been told that 3AM is the "witching hour",
> the most powerful time of the night for spells and
> the time that spirits are most active. Why 3 and
> not midnight I have no idea. I am very interested
> in paranormal activities and most of these posts
> are very interesting, except for schroders_piano
> post about the possession...that has freaked me
> out for 2 days...and will probably continue to. I
> copied and pasted it and sent it to my sister (not
> a nurse) as I am sure it will freak her out too.
> Misery loves company!!!
The Witching Hour refers to midnight. The reason most supernatural activity happens around 3am, refers to the time period that the devil uses. It is the opposite of 3pm, in which most christians believe that Jesus died on the Cross.
3am marks the start of "Dead Time". Everyone is usually asleep or quiet, energies are low, there isn't too much noise, lights etc... It's the perfect time for ghosts, spirits and entities to come out and use electrical energy and our
own energy to be active. By them doing this, they cause electrical equipment to switch on/off and malfunction and when they're around dogs definitely notice and try to let everyone know!
The Witching Hour (Midnight)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Witching_hour
"Dead Time"
http://theparanormalsociety.blogspot.com…
http://www.moonslipper.com/ghosts.html
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
lauramae18
()
Date: July 11, 2013 09:44AM
Here's a story for you that will leave you shaking. Our floor is shaped like an H, with 2 private rooms each at the top
of the H's. The 2 private rooms in one of the legs of the H are rumored to be haunted. I just laughed when the older staff
first told me... then, I had a patient in one of the rooms start freaking out one night. (The patient was very demanding,
very rude, wanted her pain meds every hour on the hour. They'd amputated her toe and she kept picking at the incision with
a fork . ) Anyway, as I went into the room, I felt cold air. The patient said "you are too late! She left!". She went on to
describe in detail the little girl with long dark hair, white dress, and a hair ribbon. Then, the patient across the hall
in the other private room started. He saw the same thing, but his little girl was accompanied by an old man in a bolwer hat.
Apparently our ghosts only show themselves to difficult or hard to like patients. Both of these 2 fit the bill. The descriptions
are just what the nuns and older nurses say the ghosts looks like. Whenever I have this assignment, I now always sit at the main
nurses' station instead of the little module right outside the rooms.
of the H's. The 2 private rooms in one of the legs of the H are rumored to be haunted. I just laughed when the older staff
first told me... then, I had a patient in one of the rooms start freaking out one night. (The patient was very demanding,
very rude, wanted her pain meds every hour on the hour. They'd amputated her toe and she kept picking at the incision with
a fork . ) Anyway, as I went into the room, I felt cold air. The patient said "you are too late! She left!". She went on to
describe in detail the little girl with long dark hair, white dress, and a hair ribbon. Then, the patient across the hall
in the other private room started. He saw the same thing, but his little girl was accompanied by an old man in a bolwer hat.
Apparently our ghosts only show themselves to difficult or hard to like patients. Both of these 2 fit the bill. The descriptions
are just what the nuns and older nurses say the ghosts looks like. Whenever I have this assignment, I now always sit at the main
nurses' station instead of the little module right outside the rooms.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
brigaily2000
()
Date: July 11, 2013 01:59PM
Hi, This is my 1st post on this board. I just had to reply.
In 1984, I was preparing to be a bridesmaid in a friends wedding and I was expecting at the time. My friend was having another friend alter our dresses. Well, my dress came back and it was about 3 sizes too big and too long, so my Gram, whom I was very close to, as I was her 1st Grandchild, said, "I'll do the alterations for you honey". During my many fittings, we would always talk about my having her 1st Great Grandchild and how she was also making the netting for the bassinet too. She swore it would be a girl, and made a pink one. As we were getting close to my last fitting, she told me to stand up on the chair with my heels on carefully, as she could not bend over and wanted to check the length. She was 74 yrs young at the time. God I loved her. Well, I put my heel right through the back of the gown, tearing a huge hole in it at the bottom! She calmly told me, "Get down off the chair now Emilee and please go home, I will fix it". I couldn't apologize enough as I walked out the door, she had worked so hard on it for me and I know she was a bit perturbed about it and just didn't want me to see her frustration.
A few nights later, I was sound asleep in bed, when I felt the hair on my forehead being brushed aside and felt a very distinct kiss on it and a very warm embrace. I sat straight up and looked over at my husband at the time, thinking it was him, and he was over on the other side of the bed snoring away. I sat there with an odd feeling I couldn't understand and looked at the clock, it said 10:02pm. I just couldn't shake what I know I felt and had not dreamt.
I got up to get a water and sat on my couch for about 45 mins trying to rationalize what I felt, when my phone rang. It was my Mom and she said, "Em, can you come to the house, Gram passed away about 45 mins ago. She was sitting in her rocking chair around 10pm, said to my Grampa, "Al, I love you, please hold my hand, I'm leaving now", he took her hand confused, and she closed her eyes and passed away". OMG! She came to me while I slept, her final goodbye and kissed me before she moved on. I told my Dad and my Grampa and they both started to cry, as I was her favorite and it comforted them very much. For me, I'll be honest, I was afraid to look in the mirror and see her looking back at me for days. Really. I think I would have had a heart attack myself!
Later on, I took the rocking chair she died in, for when I had my baby. Everyone was too freaked out to sit in it or touch it, but I wasn't. When I had my Son, it was not a girl like she thought, I would rock him in that chair and I felt her there with me. Many times when I was sooo tired doing night feedings, I felt my hair being stroked and such a sense of calm. A few times, I'd see that chair rocking on its own while my son slept. I knew she was there watching over her 1st Great Grandchild and I would see it and say, "Hi Gram, he's beautiful isn't he"? I still when in distress or stressed out, talk to her. I feel her there always. I'll sit in her rocking chair and talk to her. I always feel better afterward and somehow the troubles I had, I found a way to work through them after my "session" with Gram.
Now my Grampa, he didn't do well after she passed. She was his life, being married well over 50 yrs. He would cry every night for her. He replaced every name in his bible with her name, painstakenly handwritting it in! I don't know why, but he did. It gave him comfort. He had developed Alzheimer's and would call only *ME* by my Grams name everytime he saw me, he said, "I see you there". Later on, he developed pneumonia, and lapsed into a coma, and was not given long to live. We would visit him and I can't explain how he looked. It was just not him anymore. He was a shell of a person, who did not come out of his coma. My Dad and I were with him one night, I was talking to him, hoping he heard me when I looked upward and saw a flash of light. I asked my Dad if he saw it and he just looked at me stunned. I knew my Gram had come to take him home. We both took his hand and I said, "Grampa, its okay, take Grams hand now, she's here waiting" and my Dad said, "Its okay Dad, go to Mom now, let go, we love you". No lie, in a coma, unresponsive, he sat straight up in the bed(scared me, I didn't expect that, he was in a coma after all), extended his right arm and hand upward towards the ceiling as if reaching for something, lied back down and he was gone. He took her hand.
In 1984, I was preparing to be a bridesmaid in a friends wedding and I was expecting at the time. My friend was having another friend alter our dresses. Well, my dress came back and it was about 3 sizes too big and too long, so my Gram, whom I was very close to, as I was her 1st Grandchild, said, "I'll do the alterations for you honey". During my many fittings, we would always talk about my having her 1st Great Grandchild and how she was also making the netting for the bassinet too. She swore it would be a girl, and made a pink one. As we were getting close to my last fitting, she told me to stand up on the chair with my heels on carefully, as she could not bend over and wanted to check the length. She was 74 yrs young at the time. God I loved her. Well, I put my heel right through the back of the gown, tearing a huge hole in it at the bottom! She calmly told me, "Get down off the chair now Emilee and please go home, I will fix it". I couldn't apologize enough as I walked out the door, she had worked so hard on it for me and I know she was a bit perturbed about it and just didn't want me to see her frustration.
A few nights later, I was sound asleep in bed, when I felt the hair on my forehead being brushed aside and felt a very distinct kiss on it and a very warm embrace. I sat straight up and looked over at my husband at the time, thinking it was him, and he was over on the other side of the bed snoring away. I sat there with an odd feeling I couldn't understand and looked at the clock, it said 10:02pm. I just couldn't shake what I know I felt and had not dreamt.
I got up to get a water and sat on my couch for about 45 mins trying to rationalize what I felt, when my phone rang. It was my Mom and she said, "Em, can you come to the house, Gram passed away about 45 mins ago. She was sitting in her rocking chair around 10pm, said to my Grampa, "Al, I love you, please hold my hand, I'm leaving now", he took her hand confused, and she closed her eyes and passed away". OMG! She came to me while I slept, her final goodbye and kissed me before she moved on. I told my Dad and my Grampa and they both started to cry, as I was her favorite and it comforted them very much. For me, I'll be honest, I was afraid to look in the mirror and see her looking back at me for days. Really. I think I would have had a heart attack myself!
Later on, I took the rocking chair she died in, for when I had my baby. Everyone was too freaked out to sit in it or touch it, but I wasn't. When I had my Son, it was not a girl like she thought, I would rock him in that chair and I felt her there with me. Many times when I was sooo tired doing night feedings, I felt my hair being stroked and such a sense of calm. A few times, I'd see that chair rocking on its own while my son slept. I knew she was there watching over her 1st Great Grandchild and I would see it and say, "Hi Gram, he's beautiful isn't he"? I still when in distress or stressed out, talk to her. I feel her there always. I'll sit in her rocking chair and talk to her. I always feel better afterward and somehow the troubles I had, I found a way to work through them after my "session" with Gram.
Now my Grampa, he didn't do well after she passed. She was his life, being married well over 50 yrs. He would cry every night for her. He replaced every name in his bible with her name, painstakenly handwritting it in! I don't know why, but he did. It gave him comfort. He had developed Alzheimer's and would call only *ME* by my Grams name everytime he saw me, he said, "I see you there". Later on, he developed pneumonia, and lapsed into a coma, and was not given long to live. We would visit him and I can't explain how he looked. It was just not him anymore. He was a shell of a person, who did not come out of his coma. My Dad and I were with him one night, I was talking to him, hoping he heard me when I looked upward and saw a flash of light. I asked my Dad if he saw it and he just looked at me stunned. I knew my Gram had come to take him home. We both took his hand and I said, "Grampa, its okay, take Grams hand now, she's here waiting" and my Dad said, "Its okay Dad, go to Mom now, let go, we love you". No lie, in a coma, unresponsive, he sat straight up in the bed(scared me, I didn't expect that, he was in a coma after all), extended his right arm and hand upward towards the ceiling as if reaching for something, lied back down and he was gone. He took her hand.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
twilight zone?
()
Date: July 11, 2013 02:19PM
I have a story to share with you guys. Not sure if you would call it a ghost story, its more weird than anything else,
but here goes. We had an aide orientating one night, it was her first night. She was doing really well and seemed to
like it. I was sitting at the nursing station doing my charting and the aide takes her lunch she goes into the break
room and never comes out.
I saw her go into the break room and I would of seen her come out because the break room is right in front of this
nursing station, I would have heard her come out too because the doors beep. She didn't leave out of the front or back
doors either. The hallway to the back door was beside the break room in front of me and the front door was to the right
of me. I worked third shift and all the alarms on the doors were turned on so, I had the pleasure of going to the doors
and turning the alarms off manually every time someone went outside and the alarms never went off. She couldn't have gone
out of a window because they don't open. I don't know where she went but, we never saw her again.
I asked my supervisor about it a couple of weeks later and she said that the aide never came to pick up her check for the
half of the night she worked. They called the phone number she gave and it was a wrong number. So, they mailed the check
to the address she gave and it came back, "Return to sender, no one by that name at this address." Kinda weird, isn't it?
Wonder where she went?
but here goes. We had an aide orientating one night, it was her first night. She was doing really well and seemed to
like it. I was sitting at the nursing station doing my charting and the aide takes her lunch she goes into the break
room and never comes out.
I saw her go into the break room and I would of seen her come out because the break room is right in front of this
nursing station, I would have heard her come out too because the doors beep. She didn't leave out of the front or back
doors either. The hallway to the back door was beside the break room in front of me and the front door was to the right
of me. I worked third shift and all the alarms on the doors were turned on so, I had the pleasure of going to the doors
and turning the alarms off manually every time someone went outside and the alarms never went off. She couldn't have gone
out of a window because they don't open. I don't know where she went but, we never saw her again.
I asked my supervisor about it a couple of weeks later and she said that the aide never came to pick up her check for the
half of the night she worked. They called the phone number she gave and it was a wrong number. So, they mailed the check
to the address she gave and it came back, "Return to sender, no one by that name at this address." Kinda weird, isn't it?
Wonder where she went?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Nurset1981
()
Date: July 11, 2013 02:42PM
I live just north of Boston. About 3 miles from me in Danvers, MA there is an old state hospital with a very very lengthy history. It was built in the late 1800's as a mental hospital that housed patients with every mental illness you can imagine. Unfortunately alot of the patients were teenagers whose parents dumped them there with "failure to socialize" and silly things like that..most likely they were just teenagers. The began doing lobodomies, shock therapy and water therapy, along with some procedures that were not even remotely acceptable. We all know what mental health was like in the 1900's, non existent. There was a lot of abuse that went on there. If you look at a picture of Danvers State from the air it looks like a bat. The wards that were furthest away form the main building housed the extreme patients. I have heard more creepy stories from nurses who worked there (including my dad who trained there in nursing school in 74). It closed in 86 and remained empty and in disrepair until this year. Kids used to party up there and there was a few incidents of cult worship going on there too. Google it and you will be freaked out! Anyway, two stories related.
Danvers state was heavily patrolled and guarded since the early 90's I can't say how I was able to go up there but I did with 2 other people. It is a sprawling place on many acres of farmland (it was a "self contained city" had its own everything) I had been wanting to see it up close for years, and I finally got the chance. WE parked in front of the main entrance. I got out of the car and walked up to the front door. It was sort of open so we pushed it open all the way. I saw a long corridor with the creepiest wheelchair I have ever seen. I suddenly had the most intense feeling of dread come over me. I felt like I was rooted to the ground. I heard a voice say "get out'. You can bet my butt was back in that car as fast as my legs would carry me. I refused to go in and look around (which I get razzed about all the time because all kids that grew up around here try to get into danvers state). I went to work the day after and was getting sheets out of the linen closet. Its not uncommon to have sheets marked with area hospitals names on them, they come back with the patients. I pull out a sheet and take it in to make a bed. I flip it open and don't you nkow it has "PROPERTY OF DANVERS STATE" printed on it. I put it in a bio bag and threw it out with the hazmat!
I had a patient who was at danvers state until 1986 when they closed. She never left the nursing home I worked at out of fear we would send her back. She would flip if you tried to send her to the doc or for tests or what have you. The only time she went out of the building was the day she died. When it closed in 86 a lot of patients were just released with no place to go. Courtest of budget cuts, so alot of them just kinda migrated back there and lived together until they were forced out. Theres a lot of info on and it in 2004 a movie was filmed there called "Session 9" if you want the scare of your life rent it! It is seriously one of the best movies ever. David Caruso is in it. Anyway, look it up and read up on it..theres a lot more to the story..oh by the way we tried to save it as it is a historical site but a big wig company bought it and now its being renovated into conds...maybe I'll buy one.
Danvers state was heavily patrolled and guarded since the early 90's I can't say how I was able to go up there but I did with 2 other people. It is a sprawling place on many acres of farmland (it was a "self contained city" had its own everything) I had been wanting to see it up close for years, and I finally got the chance. WE parked in front of the main entrance. I got out of the car and walked up to the front door. It was sort of open so we pushed it open all the way. I saw a long corridor with the creepiest wheelchair I have ever seen. I suddenly had the most intense feeling of dread come over me. I felt like I was rooted to the ground. I heard a voice say "get out'. You can bet my butt was back in that car as fast as my legs would carry me. I refused to go in and look around (which I get razzed about all the time because all kids that grew up around here try to get into danvers state). I went to work the day after and was getting sheets out of the linen closet. Its not uncommon to have sheets marked with area hospitals names on them, they come back with the patients. I pull out a sheet and take it in to make a bed. I flip it open and don't you nkow it has "PROPERTY OF DANVERS STATE" printed on it. I put it in a bio bag and threw it out with the hazmat!
I had a patient who was at danvers state until 1986 when they closed. She never left the nursing home I worked at out of fear we would send her back. She would flip if you tried to send her to the doc or for tests or what have you. The only time she went out of the building was the day she died. When it closed in 86 a lot of patients were just released with no place to go. Courtest of budget cuts, so alot of them just kinda migrated back there and lived together until they were forced out. Theres a lot of info on and it in 2004 a movie was filmed there called "Session 9" if you want the scare of your life rent it! It is seriously one of the best movies ever. David Caruso is in it. Anyway, look it up and read up on it..theres a lot more to the story..oh by the way we tried to save it as it is a historical site but a big wig company bought it and now its being renovated into conds...maybe I'll buy one.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
karlita
()
Date: July 11, 2013 02:45PM
When my mom was pregnant with my youngest sister (a very welcome surprise since mom thought she couldn't have more kids) I was 16. Mom had a really difficult pregnancy with her. One day I was in my room with my door closed, radio as loud as it would go, singing my heart out to what ever song was playing when I clearly heard my mom shout my name. I came out of my room really annoyed. She was standing in the kitchen over a cup she had just dropped and asked me to pick it up. Now extremely annoyed, I laughed, rolled my eyes, and (being 16) I told her I couldn't believe she called me all the way from my room just to pick up a cup for her. She told me she hadn't called me, that she had thought about it, but decided not to and right then I had come out of my room. We had several of these 'incidents' through out her pregnancy, but none since.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Hays Va
()
Date: July 11, 2013 02:50PM
In 2007 my family and I moved to Hayes, VA. Bought a nice little house off of old Route 17. The house itself wasn't haunted as far as we could tell but the yard sure was. I can't count how many times we caught a fleeting glimpse of someone walking towards the front door.
We would see this from the kitchen window. More times than not this happened in the daytime but occasionally at night. Sometimes accompanied by a knock at the front door. The dogs would go nuts but nobody was ever there.
We would see this from the kitchen window. More times than not this happened in the daytime but occasionally at night. Sometimes accompanied by a knock at the front door. The dogs would go nuts but nobody was ever there.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
angel of death
()
Date: July 11, 2013 04:04PM
I originally came from South East Asia. One of the superstitions that we have is that when you go to a funeral/a wake/visit the dead, you have to pass by some place else (let’s say a grocery store/ a gasoline station/a shopping mall, etc) before going home so that the angel of death couldn’t follow you home. When I moved to the US, I told my in-law (who is also an RN here in the US) about this superstition and she didn’t believe it but obviously got scared and shared it with her nurse co-workers too because they were going to a wake of one of their co-nurses. Her co-workers laughed at her saying it is the first time they heard about it and that they don’t follow such rule and it was an old wives’ tale. After going to the wake, my in-law, together with some of her co-workers finally agreed that they were going to follow this superstition and they passed by a restaurant first before heading home. Her NM according to her didn’t. She proceeded home. Three days later, my in-law gets a call that the healthy 32-year-old sister of her NM who lives with her at home had a heart attack and died in her sleep! That was so sad and scary!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Great Grandpa
()
Date: July 11, 2013 04:21PM
Just last Friday, my husband's 90 year old grandfather passed away. He was completely alert and oriented right up to the end of his fight with cancer. He died on Friday, July 13th at 12:05am. He was a veteran and was shot in the knee during WWII on Friday the 13th. When he was in the ICU last month, he was in room 13. The hospice facility in which he died was exactly 13 miles from his home. Here's the clincher: His wife died on Friday the 13th, 13 YEARS AGO!! Guess what his favorite number was....
Yesterday I was out on my deck reading when my almost three year-old son started talking to someone in the corner of the deck by the house. He kept on having a conversation with this person so I finally asked him who he was talking to. "Great Grandpa" was his response. "He's right over there." My husband told him to tell him he said hi, so he did. He said "Daddy say hi" and then he giggled at the unheard response he got. Later I heard him talking to himself on his toy phone and he said, "Great Grandpa was in the hospital, and then he died and then he came here." I asked him if Great Grandpa was still around and he said, "He's not here now."
Yesterday I was out on my deck reading when my almost three year-old son started talking to someone in the corner of the deck by the house. He kept on having a conversation with this person so I finally asked him who he was talking to. "Great Grandpa" was his response. "He's right over there." My husband told him to tell him he said hi, so he did. He said "Daddy say hi" and then he giggled at the unheard response he got. Later I heard him talking to himself on his toy phone and he said, "Great Grandpa was in the hospital, and then he died and then he came here." I asked him if Great Grandpa was still around and he said, "He's not here now."
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
MaryAnn
()
Date: July 11, 2013 06:24PM
One night I was caring for a dying male patient. He was scared and I spent quite some time with him, trying to calm and reassure him. Eventually he calmed and I left the bedside and went over to the nurses station which was about 15 feet away. As I sat down I glanced over to him and there was a black shape standing over the bed, looking down at the patient. I was terrified, and am sure it was something evil.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
LouisFF
()
Date: July 11, 2013 07:09PM
Similar things have happened to me!!!!!!
notAdrunk Wrote:
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> I live in Fairfax and this is a true story of my
> 'encounter'.
> I got hammered drunk at a local bar, and took a
> cab back to my apartment, where I had a few shots
> of Jäger and kind of passed out in bed. When I
> woke up the next morning I had a severe headache,
> but I ignored that completely when I saw what had
> happened: a ghost, or spirit, or whatever, had
> come into my room in the middle of the night and
> pissed on my bed (including my shorts!), and had
> thrown up on the nightstand, getting some in my
> mouth too because I could taste it.
> I'm a believer now, especially after I got drunk a
> month later and the ghost came back and managed to
> shit in my pants while I was sleeping on the
> couch.
notAdrunk Wrote:
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> I live in Fairfax and this is a true story of my
> 'encounter'.
> I got hammered drunk at a local bar, and took a
> cab back to my apartment, where I had a few shots
> of Jäger and kind of passed out in bed. When I
> woke up the next morning I had a severe headache,
> but I ignored that completely when I saw what had
> happened: a ghost, or spirit, or whatever, had
> come into my room in the middle of the night and
> pissed on my bed (including my shorts!), and had
> thrown up on the nightstand, getting some in my
> mouth too because I could taste it.
> I'm a believer now, especially after I got drunk a
> month later and the ghost came back and managed to
> shit in my pants while I was sleeping on the
> couch.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
sleepy_one
()
Date: July 12, 2013 06:14AM
Ok I should be going to bed--and I am, but I was sorting through a box in the kitchen when the two overhead lights went off. The porch light and driveway light stayed on--used same switch plate. I just froze. I thought A) their is a critter in the walls chewing on something (OMG) or B) my dad is saying hello---no I don't usually believe that---in the past I have had things happen which I feel were 'signs' telling me things, but this was WEIRD. I flicked the switch off then back on and the light just came on again. I sat and thought about it. Stood froze more like it. I thought wouldn't that be nice? Him saying hello? See, I am staying with my mom for a while and working eves I always stayed up late and left most lights on downstairs, well in the past he would go the the BR and then I would hear him shuffle over to the kitchen lights and shut them off....he was notorious for that-- (that and c/o no one putting tpaste caps back on-oh the day they invented flip tops!). So a few minutes ago it dawned on me---maybe if it is possible he was saying quit cleaning, turn off the lights and go to bed.....wouldn't that be nice? Not a nursing story--no but since he died last month, and TODAY is his birthday it is a nice thought to think he is still looking out for us....who knows? Won't hurt to think that....right?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Lgarci
()
Date: July 12, 2013 06:46AM
Black Eyed Woman Wrote:
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> My wife told me this creepy story last night. It
> doesn't take place in VA, but in Oakland CA where
> her parents live.
> Lately there have been several shootings in the
> area (more than normal) and that funeral home they
> have on international
> drive has been getting alot of business.
>
> A few weeks ago, my Father and mother-in-laws were
> driving through Oakland at around 2am in the
> morning. My mother-in-law
> works as a live in hospice nurse and only has a
> day or so off. She was coming back at 2am after
> having the evening off. While
> they were driving to her job, they saw a woman
> standing on the corner next to the funeral home
> with a dress on and dressed
> somewhat nicely (sunday best?). They saw her at
> the corner while they were stopped at the
> intersection, and noticed that
> the woman smiled at them. They also noticed that
> her eyes were black. My in-laws were frightened
> and drove away as fast as
> they could. So then my father-in-law drops off my
> mother-in-law at her work and wonders if that
> ghost woman he saw at the
> corner will be there on the way back
> (Unfortunately, he would have to go through that
> same intersection). On his way back,
> she was still there at the corner, and this time
> he was stuck at the light there at the
> intersection. She actually waved
> to him and he noticed again she had black eyes.
> Seemed like she was trying to get him to come over
> and pick her up.
> Naturally when the light turned green, he sped out
> of that intersection to get home.
>
> No one seems to know who she is, but they all seem
> to agree that her funeral was probably through the
> funeral home there
> on that street. As to why she was on that street
> between 2am and 3am, I think she was looking for
> "Victims".
>
> I did some research and came across BEK's - Black
> eyed kids that seemed to match.
> http://mysteriousuniverse.org/tag/black-eyed-kids/
About 4 or 5 years ago I was walking down a bike path in the back of my house with my step daughter. when I saw 2 boys leaning against their bikes up ahead. I didn’t really think much about it (since it is a bike path) until one of the kids raised his head up and looked me straight in the eye. That’s when fear struck me so hard I was stopped dead in my tracks. His eyes were black and hollow, like he didn’t have a sole. It was like looking at pure evil, at least that’s the way I described it when I recounted the incident later that evening to my husband and my other daughter. I immediately led my step daughter off the path, cut through someones yard and walked out to the street . I didn’t know what I had encountered at the time but now I am quite sure it was the black eyed children. I don’t know what they are, but I know they are dangerous. It was so weird I thought that my step daughter would also be aware of what I perceived to be impending danger , but she was completely oblivious, even when I led her off the path and onto the street. I somehow knew I had to get out of there NOW. Surprisingly they appeared normal in every other aspect ( except for the eyes of course), and a vague awareness that they didn’t quite fit into the environment. I only saw the eyes of one of them because the other kid had his back to me . He looked to be around 13 or 14, flannel shirt and jeans, and a swarthy complection. Now that I have been reading about these encounters it peaks my curiosity but i wouldn’t want to run into them again .
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> My wife told me this creepy story last night. It
> doesn't take place in VA, but in Oakland CA where
> her parents live.
> Lately there have been several shootings in the
> area (more than normal) and that funeral home they
> have on international
> drive has been getting alot of business.
>
> A few weeks ago, my Father and mother-in-laws were
> driving through Oakland at around 2am in the
> morning. My mother-in-law
> works as a live in hospice nurse and only has a
> day or so off. She was coming back at 2am after
> having the evening off. While
> they were driving to her job, they saw a woman
> standing on the corner next to the funeral home
> with a dress on and dressed
> somewhat nicely (sunday best?). They saw her at
> the corner while they were stopped at the
> intersection, and noticed that
> the woman smiled at them. They also noticed that
> her eyes were black. My in-laws were frightened
> and drove away as fast as
> they could. So then my father-in-law drops off my
> mother-in-law at her work and wonders if that
> ghost woman he saw at the
> corner will be there on the way back
> (Unfortunately, he would have to go through that
> same intersection). On his way back,
> she was still there at the corner, and this time
> he was stuck at the light there at the
> intersection. She actually waved
> to him and he noticed again she had black eyes.
> Seemed like she was trying to get him to come over
> and pick her up.
> Naturally when the light turned green, he sped out
> of that intersection to get home.
>
> No one seems to know who she is, but they all seem
> to agree that her funeral was probably through the
> funeral home there
> on that street. As to why she was on that street
> between 2am and 3am, I think she was looking for
> "Victims".
>
> I did some research and came across BEK's - Black
> eyed kids that seemed to match.
> http://mysteriousuniverse.org/tag/black-eyed-kids/
About 4 or 5 years ago I was walking down a bike path in the back of my house with my step daughter. when I saw 2 boys leaning against their bikes up ahead. I didn’t really think much about it (since it is a bike path) until one of the kids raised his head up and looked me straight in the eye. That’s when fear struck me so hard I was stopped dead in my tracks. His eyes were black and hollow, like he didn’t have a sole. It was like looking at pure evil, at least that’s the way I described it when I recounted the incident later that evening to my husband and my other daughter. I immediately led my step daughter off the path, cut through someones yard and walked out to the street . I didn’t know what I had encountered at the time but now I am quite sure it was the black eyed children. I don’t know what they are, but I know they are dangerous. It was so weird I thought that my step daughter would also be aware of what I perceived to be impending danger , but she was completely oblivious, even when I led her off the path and onto the street. I somehow knew I had to get out of there NOW. Surprisingly they appeared normal in every other aspect ( except for the eyes of course), and a vague awareness that they didn’t quite fit into the environment. I only saw the eyes of one of them because the other kid had his back to me . He looked to be around 13 or 14, flannel shirt and jeans, and a swarthy complection. Now that I have been reading about these encounters it peaks my curiosity but i wouldn’t want to run into them again .
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Kelli Combs
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Date: July 12, 2013 07:07AM
I remember the first time I heard about black eyed kids. But even before that, after we moved into this neighborhood I have been hearing foot steps outside my window. I have been so scared to move. I know it cant be ghost, but it sounds like another person is walking. I am now scared for my life, and for my parents. Now I’m ready to talk to them and tell them to get lost. I’m not scared of them anymore. But I’m really scared because well my parents alway leave the garage door open at night. What if some kids just walk in, then what do I do. I’m kinda nervous cause of this one time. I was lying down. Then i heard knocking on my window. Then the doorbell rang to many times. I was frighten to death. This was before I knew about these kids. I was ready to call the police, It was about 1 30 am when this happened. What do I do now? I’m nervous to got outside at night, and I’m scared this is going to happen again. What should I do, I’m brave enough to tell them off, but should I?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Babs0512
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Date: July 12, 2013 07:18AM
I love the show "the Haunting", I watch it as often as I can. I live in a haunted house, long story short, a lot of what I've seen and heard has been verified by a retired nurse I work with on occasion. Two of her best friends grew up in my house, and she was always over here. I told her about "Mary", that's the name I named my Ghost and that was when she told me she practically grew up in my house. She asked me "How did you come up with the name "Mary"" I said "I don't know, she just seems like a Mary". The abstract to my home over the 107 years of it's existence, has no Mary's listed as owner or part owner. Anyhow, this nurse, Stella, spoke with her two friends (all are in there 60's) and was telling them about me purchasing their old home in 2000, and about the ghost I have that I call "Mary", the sisters told her "Our mothers name was Mary" Stella, said, "No it wasn't your mothers name is Isla (there is an Isla on our abstract) her friend said "No, my mother went by Isla, but her real name was Mary". I asked Stella to bring her friends over to the house next time they were in town, but Stella said, "I already suggested that, but they don't want to talk to their mother!" LOL I could tell more stories, about my house, but I won't for now.
When I worked in the ER, we had this one room that often the light call light would go on even when the room was empty. This was a front line bed, always opened so you could see if anyone "snuck" in and pushed the call light. We had it checked several time, but was always assured "there is nothing wrong with the light". The ER nurses believed it was haunted by their ex nurse manager who died there (before my time), so one day the I was standing in front of the room, and the call light went on. There was no one there. I went in and shut off the call light. I stepped out of the room, and while looking into the room I said out loud, "If this is really a ghost turning on the call light, do it again!" I swear, it went on the second I spoke that line!! My hair stood up!! I went back in and shut off the light, I never challenged the ghost again.
When I worked in the ER, we had this one room that often the light call light would go on even when the room was empty. This was a front line bed, always opened so you could see if anyone "snuck" in and pushed the call light. We had it checked several time, but was always assured "there is nothing wrong with the light". The ER nurses believed it was haunted by their ex nurse manager who died there (before my time), so one day the I was standing in front of the room, and the call light went on. There was no one there. I went in and shut off the call light. I stepped out of the room, and while looking into the room I said out loud, "If this is really a ghost turning on the call light, do it again!" I swear, it went on the second I spoke that line!! My hair stood up!! I went back in and shut off the light, I never challenged the ghost again.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Robert Goerman
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Date: July 12, 2013 07:19AM
Lgarci Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Black Eyed Woman Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > My wife told me this creepy story last night.
> It
> > doesn't take place in VA, but in Oakland CA
> where
> > her parents live.
> > Lately there have been several shootings in the
> > area (more than normal) and that funeral home
> they
> > have on international
> > drive has been getting alot of business.
> >
> > A few weeks ago, my Father and mother-in-laws
> were
> > driving through Oakland at around 2am in the
> > morning. My mother-in-law
> > works as a live in hospice nurse and only has a
> > day or so off. She was coming back at 2am after
> > having the evening off. While
> > they were driving to her job, they saw a woman
> > standing on the corner next to the funeral home
> > with a dress on and dressed
> > somewhat nicely (sunday best?). They saw her at
> > the corner while they were stopped at the
> > intersection, and noticed that
> > the woman smiled at them. They also noticed
> that
> > her eyes were black. My in-laws were frightened
> > and drove away as fast as
> > they could. So then my father-in-law drops off
> my
> > mother-in-law at her work and wonders if that
> > ghost woman he saw at the
> > corner will be there on the way back
> > (Unfortunately, he would have to go through
> that
> > same intersection). On his way back,
> > she was still there at the corner, and this
> time
> > he was stuck at the light there at the
> > intersection. She actually waved
> > to him and he noticed again she had black eyes.
> > Seemed like she was trying to get him to come
> over
> > and pick her up.
> > Naturally when the light turned green, he sped
> out
> > of that intersection to get home.
> >
> > No one seems to know who she is, but they all
> seem
> > to agree that her funeral was probably through
> the
> > funeral home there
> > on that street. As to why she was on that
> street
> > between 2am and 3am, I think she was looking
> for
> > "Victims".
> >
> > I did some research and came across BEK's -
> Black
> > eyed kids that seemed to match.
> >
> http://mysteriousuniverse.org/tag/black-eyed-kids/
>
>
>
> About 4 or 5 years ago I was walking down a bike
> path in the back of my house with my step
> daughter. when I saw 2 boys leaning against their
> bikes up ahead. I didn’t really think much about
> it (since it is a bike path) until one of the kids
> raised his head up and looked me straight in the
> eye. That’s when fear struck me so hard I was
> stopped dead in my tracks. His eyes were black and
> hollow, like he didn’t have a sole. It was like
> looking at pure evil, at least that’s the way I
> described it when I recounted the incident later
> that evening to my husband and my other daughter.
> I immediately led my step daughter off the path,
> cut through someones yard and walked out to the
> street . I didn’t know what I had encountered at
> the time but now I am quite sure it was the black
> eyed children. I don’t know what they are, but I
> know they are dangerous. It was so weird I thought
> that my step daughter would also be aware of what
> I perceived to be impending danger , but she was
> completely oblivious, even when I led her off the
> path and onto the street. I somehow knew I had to
> get out of there NOW. Surprisingly they appeared
> normal in every other aspect ( except for the eyes
> of course), and a vague awareness that they
> didn’t quite fit into the environment. I only
> saw the eyes of one of them because the other kid
> had his back to me . He looked to be around 13 or
> 14, flannel shirt and jeans, and a swarthy
> complection. Now that I have been reading about
> these encounters it peaks my curiosity but i
> wouldn’t want to run into them again .
In nature, there is a form of aggressive mimicry in which a predator mimics its prey to capture it. Is something sinister mimicking us? Do we only hear from their prey that gets away?
-------------------------------------------------------
> Black Eyed Woman Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > My wife told me this creepy story last night.
> It
> > doesn't take place in VA, but in Oakland CA
> where
> > her parents live.
> > Lately there have been several shootings in the
> > area (more than normal) and that funeral home
> they
> > have on international
> > drive has been getting alot of business.
> >
> > A few weeks ago, my Father and mother-in-laws
> were
> > driving through Oakland at around 2am in the
> > morning. My mother-in-law
> > works as a live in hospice nurse and only has a
> > day or so off. She was coming back at 2am after
> > having the evening off. While
> > they were driving to her job, they saw a woman
> > standing on the corner next to the funeral home
> > with a dress on and dressed
> > somewhat nicely (sunday best?). They saw her at
> > the corner while they were stopped at the
> > intersection, and noticed that
> > the woman smiled at them. They also noticed
> that
> > her eyes were black. My in-laws were frightened
> > and drove away as fast as
> > they could. So then my father-in-law drops off
> my
> > mother-in-law at her work and wonders if that
> > ghost woman he saw at the
> > corner will be there on the way back
> > (Unfortunately, he would have to go through
> that
> > same intersection). On his way back,
> > she was still there at the corner, and this
> time
> > he was stuck at the light there at the
> > intersection. She actually waved
> > to him and he noticed again she had black eyes.
> > Seemed like she was trying to get him to come
> over
> > and pick her up.
> > Naturally when the light turned green, he sped
> out
> > of that intersection to get home.
> >
> > No one seems to know who she is, but they all
> seem
> > to agree that her funeral was probably through
> the
> > funeral home there
> > on that street. As to why she was on that
> street
> > between 2am and 3am, I think she was looking
> for
> > "Victims".
> >
> > I did some research and came across BEK's -
> Black
> > eyed kids that seemed to match.
> >
> http://mysteriousuniverse.org/tag/black-eyed-kids/
>
>
>
> About 4 or 5 years ago I was walking down a bike
> path in the back of my house with my step
> daughter. when I saw 2 boys leaning against their
> bikes up ahead. I didn’t really think much about
> it (since it is a bike path) until one of the kids
> raised his head up and looked me straight in the
> eye. That’s when fear struck me so hard I was
> stopped dead in my tracks. His eyes were black and
> hollow, like he didn’t have a sole. It was like
> looking at pure evil, at least that’s the way I
> described it when I recounted the incident later
> that evening to my husband and my other daughter.
> I immediately led my step daughter off the path,
> cut through someones yard and walked out to the
> street . I didn’t know what I had encountered at
> the time but now I am quite sure it was the black
> eyed children. I don’t know what they are, but I
> know they are dangerous. It was so weird I thought
> that my step daughter would also be aware of what
> I perceived to be impending danger , but she was
> completely oblivious, even when I led her off the
> path and onto the street. I somehow knew I had to
> get out of there NOW. Surprisingly they appeared
> normal in every other aspect ( except for the eyes
> of course), and a vague awareness that they
> didn’t quite fit into the environment. I only
> saw the eyes of one of them because the other kid
> had his back to me . He looked to be around 13 or
> 14, flannel shirt and jeans, and a swarthy
> complection. Now that I have been reading about
> these encounters it peaks my curiosity but i
> wouldn’t want to run into them again .
In nature, there is a form of aggressive mimicry in which a predator mimics its prey to capture it. Is something sinister mimicking us? Do we only hear from their prey that gets away?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Gone but not forgotten
()
Date: July 12, 2013 07:44AM
I just had the most amazing thing happen to me yesterday. One of my patients was heading toward death earlier this week, so I've been keeping tabs on my work phone by checking it for messages periodically as when one of our hospice patients die, the company usually sends out a message to everyone informing them of the death. I checked my phone at 9:00 AM this morning, and nothing. At 11:45 yesterday morning I checked again. I had a voice mail. I check the message, and it was all hollow sounding with some static. There were only two words....my name and the word goodbye. Then the line went dead. I checked on the time the message was sent and it was at 10:15 AM. I called the on-call service and asked if the patient had died. The on-call nurse said yes, the patient had died around 10:00 AM. I went to the patient's house, and I shared the voice mail I'd gotten with the family. The husband started crying and saying "that's her voice...." She had stopped breathing at 10:15 AM. Several other family members listened to it, and they all thought it sounded like her. It seemed to bring them a lot of comfort.
I'm absolutely floored, as I am the most annoyingly LOGICAL person in the world, and I cannot explain this one away. I've been trying to all day I've never had an experience like this before where I could say for a fact that there is no other explaination other than maybe the patient called me one last time to say goodbye......I'm still freaked out.
I'm absolutely floored, as I am the most annoyingly LOGICAL person in the world, and I cannot explain this one away. I've been trying to all day I've never had an experience like this before where I could say for a fact that there is no other explaination other than maybe the patient called me one last time to say goodbye......I'm still freaked out.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
BEKs
()
Date: July 12, 2013 07:46AM
Hei. I was reading up on the black eyed kids and I stumbled over a blog which has two posts, which are not about them, but mention black eyed children.
This blog is rather odd, makes you shiver and wonder, if you have the time to read it all.
Anyway, the first reference to the black eyed children is in a post named “old town” – which is about the town of “Sighisoara”, where Dracula was born. (Vlad the Impaler). Apparently there’s strong evidence in that part of the world, in old manuscripts, of a tale which spans over 2000 years, a tale that relates of how the town was built. It all comes down to the fact that apparently a black eyed child ordered the town to be built in that exact spot.
You really have to read the whole post to understand, otherwise you will think it’s just weird talk.
The other post which relate the appearance of two black eyed children, aged around 16, is called “no good deed goes unpunished” – and talks about how two black eyed children kissed a 1 year old boy and apparently healed him from leukemia. They also put a necklace around his neck.
Again, you have to read the whole post, or the whole blog, to understand. The blog is not about black eyed kids, but I found references of them inside it and I feel that they are somehow players in a much bigger scheme that we could fathom.
Check it out.
Oh, this is the link to the first post http://onvampires.wordpress.com/2012/02/06/old-town/
If you feel like reading the whole blog, make sure you read the “about me” or “who I am” page and the very first post. Won’t make any sense if you don’t.
I just thought to share this with you because I’m as interested in black eyed children as you are.
This blog is rather odd, makes you shiver and wonder, if you have the time to read it all.
Anyway, the first reference to the black eyed children is in a post named “old town” – which is about the town of “Sighisoara”, where Dracula was born. (Vlad the Impaler). Apparently there’s strong evidence in that part of the world, in old manuscripts, of a tale which spans over 2000 years, a tale that relates of how the town was built. It all comes down to the fact that apparently a black eyed child ordered the town to be built in that exact spot.
You really have to read the whole post to understand, otherwise you will think it’s just weird talk.
The other post which relate the appearance of two black eyed children, aged around 16, is called “no good deed goes unpunished” – and talks about how two black eyed children kissed a 1 year old boy and apparently healed him from leukemia. They also put a necklace around his neck.
Again, you have to read the whole post, or the whole blog, to understand. The blog is not about black eyed kids, but I found references of them inside it and I feel that they are somehow players in a much bigger scheme that we could fathom.
Check it out.
Oh, this is the link to the first post http://onvampires.wordpress.com/2012/02/06/old-town/
If you feel like reading the whole blog, make sure you read the “about me” or “who I am” page and the very first post. Won’t make any sense if you don’t.
I just thought to share this with you because I’m as interested in black eyed children as you are.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
BEKs at the door
()
Date: July 12, 2013 07:55AM
A few nights ago, I was reading up on the phenomena of Black Eyed Kids (BEKs), and I found myself very unsettled. Perhaps because it involves children… young people with seemingly malevolent intentions. I found myself terrified that I’d soon hear a knock at my door… I imagined noises outside my window. Read on, and you’ll understand why I was so spooked.
Most documented cases of paranormal events vary widely. Each incident, while perhaps displaying a common pattern, seems to be unique. With hauntings, there are kaleidoscopic possibilities as to what the entity may be. But with the Black Eyed Kids, we find a nearly unwavering set of circumstances, with most reports sounding as though they could’ve been given by the same person. In other words, it seems the BEKs have a very specific MO.
Imagine you’re sitting at home one night. You’re all alone reading a book by lamplight. It is late. There’s a sudden chiming of your doorbell. Who could be stopping by this time of night? You hesitate. Perhaps answering your door would be a bad idea. But what if it’s an emergency? You decide to push your trepidation aside and open your front door.
Outside are two kids. Not really kids… one appears to be in his pre-teen years, the other his early teens. They are dressed casually in jeans, t-shirts, sneakers, and hoodies. No different than any other kids around the neighborhood. They stand some distance from the door. With their hoods up and their faces cast in shadow, you can’t get a good read as to what they look like.
What are they doing? Where are their parents? You feel an unexplainable pang of impending dread, but you swallow it down, chastising yourself for being irrational.
“Can I help you?” Your question is directed at the older boy.
“Can we please come in and use your phone?” the boy says softly.
“Who do you need to call? Shouldn’t you be at home?” you ask. You’re not about to let strange people in your house at this time of night, no matter how young they are.
“No, we really need to come in. Our parents will be so mad if we don’t call them,” says the younger boy. The fear that you had choked back is now working it’s way up your spine. What is it about these kids that has you feeling such dread?
You tell the kids, “Why don’t you just give me the number and I’ll call.”
This doesn’t satisfy the children, who have now become increasingly insistent. They begin to demand to be allowed in. “We’re not dangerous.” they tell you. “You don’t have to be afraid of us, we won’t hurt you. Just let us come in and use your phone.”
At your wits end, you tell them to go away, and you shut and lock the door. As you turn your back, you hear knocking. In full panic mode, you decide you will NOT open your door. You gaze out your peephole.
Suddenly, the boys’ faces are right in front of the door. You recoil in horror as you see that both boys have eyes as black as pitch. Dark as coal. No whites.. no discernible pupil. Just fathomless darkness. Their words are muffled through the door, but their lips are easy to read. “Let Us In.”
Those who have encountered BEKs claim that the kids generally show up at their homes. A person will be sitting in their house, usually at night, when there is a knock at the door. Upon answering, the homeowner finds usually two children in casual clothes, just as any modern kid would appear. Another scenario is that these kids appear at your car window, needing a ride.
Now, kids is a little misleading. Most reports say that the two who usually appear are in their early teens… or at least pre-teens, with one slightly older than the other. The clothing description is very consistent. Jeans, Sneakers, T-shirts, Flannels and hoodies.
What never changes in these reports is that the BEKs want something very specific. An invitation. They want into your home, your apartment, your car. At first polite, they become quite insistent when you tell them no. They argue and bargain with you, and assure you that they mean you no harm. They just want in. Please.. let us in. And all of that would be terrifying enough if it wasn’t for those eyes. Those black and ominous eyes.
Supposedly the first BEK report came from Brian Bethel, a journalist in Texas.
The obvious first inclination is to relate these stories to the vampire mythos. BEKs clearly need to be invited into your home… they cannot come in unless you let them. And I don’t know of any cases of BEKs forcing their way in, so this must be a hard and fast rule with them. The same is said about vampires. Even in current vampire tales, such as HBO’s True Blood, vampires may NOT enter your property without being formally invited.
Others say that BEKs might be some kind of alien hybrid, clearly comparing the black eyes to the popular depiction of the Greys.
The most common theory I’ve heard is that these are demonically possessed kids, if not demons themselves. Their black eyes indicate their soulless nature, and their insistence upon being allowed into your home is symbolic of their desire to inhabit YOU. How’s that for creepy!
Of course, there are plenty who relegate the story of the BEKs to urban legend. Perhaps Mr. Bethel’s reported encounter was an isolated one, but it struck such a chord in so many people that the story grew into a mythology that gets repeated in varying forms via the internet.
So what do you think? Are the Black Eyed Children vampires, aliens, demons, or something else? Or are they merely an urban myth that persists because of its frightening connotations? Who knows. But just in case, don’t knock on my door after sundown. I won’t answer.
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Most documented cases of paranormal events vary widely. Each incident, while perhaps displaying a common pattern, seems to be unique. With hauntings, there are kaleidoscopic possibilities as to what the entity may be. But with the Black Eyed Kids, we find a nearly unwavering set of circumstances, with most reports sounding as though they could’ve been given by the same person. In other words, it seems the BEKs have a very specific MO.
Imagine you’re sitting at home one night. You’re all alone reading a book by lamplight. It is late. There’s a sudden chiming of your doorbell. Who could be stopping by this time of night? You hesitate. Perhaps answering your door would be a bad idea. But what if it’s an emergency? You decide to push your trepidation aside and open your front door.
Outside are two kids. Not really kids… one appears to be in his pre-teen years, the other his early teens. They are dressed casually in jeans, t-shirts, sneakers, and hoodies. No different than any other kids around the neighborhood. They stand some distance from the door. With their hoods up and their faces cast in shadow, you can’t get a good read as to what they look like.
What are they doing? Where are their parents? You feel an unexplainable pang of impending dread, but you swallow it down, chastising yourself for being irrational.
“Can I help you?” Your question is directed at the older boy.
“Can we please come in and use your phone?” the boy says softly.
“Who do you need to call? Shouldn’t you be at home?” you ask. You’re not about to let strange people in your house at this time of night, no matter how young they are.
“No, we really need to come in. Our parents will be so mad if we don’t call them,” says the younger boy. The fear that you had choked back is now working it’s way up your spine. What is it about these kids that has you feeling such dread?
You tell the kids, “Why don’t you just give me the number and I’ll call.”
This doesn’t satisfy the children, who have now become increasingly insistent. They begin to demand to be allowed in. “We’re not dangerous.” they tell you. “You don’t have to be afraid of us, we won’t hurt you. Just let us come in and use your phone.”
At your wits end, you tell them to go away, and you shut and lock the door. As you turn your back, you hear knocking. In full panic mode, you decide you will NOT open your door. You gaze out your peephole.
Suddenly, the boys’ faces are right in front of the door. You recoil in horror as you see that both boys have eyes as black as pitch. Dark as coal. No whites.. no discernible pupil. Just fathomless darkness. Their words are muffled through the door, but their lips are easy to read. “Let Us In.”
Those who have encountered BEKs claim that the kids generally show up at their homes. A person will be sitting in their house, usually at night, when there is a knock at the door. Upon answering, the homeowner finds usually two children in casual clothes, just as any modern kid would appear. Another scenario is that these kids appear at your car window, needing a ride.
Now, kids is a little misleading. Most reports say that the two who usually appear are in their early teens… or at least pre-teens, with one slightly older than the other. The clothing description is very consistent. Jeans, Sneakers, T-shirts, Flannels and hoodies.
What never changes in these reports is that the BEKs want something very specific. An invitation. They want into your home, your apartment, your car. At first polite, they become quite insistent when you tell them no. They argue and bargain with you, and assure you that they mean you no harm. They just want in. Please.. let us in. And all of that would be terrifying enough if it wasn’t for those eyes. Those black and ominous eyes.
Supposedly the first BEK report came from Brian Bethel, a journalist in Texas.
The obvious first inclination is to relate these stories to the vampire mythos. BEKs clearly need to be invited into your home… they cannot come in unless you let them. And I don’t know of any cases of BEKs forcing their way in, so this must be a hard and fast rule with them. The same is said about vampires. Even in current vampire tales, such as HBO’s True Blood, vampires may NOT enter your property without being formally invited.
Others say that BEKs might be some kind of alien hybrid, clearly comparing the black eyes to the popular depiction of the Greys.
The most common theory I’ve heard is that these are demonically possessed kids, if not demons themselves. Their black eyes indicate their soulless nature, and their insistence upon being allowed into your home is symbolic of their desire to inhabit YOU. How’s that for creepy!
Of course, there are plenty who relegate the story of the BEKs to urban legend. Perhaps Mr. Bethel’s reported encounter was an isolated one, but it struck such a chord in so many people that the story grew into a mythology that gets repeated in varying forms via the internet.
So what do you think? Are the Black Eyed Children vampires, aliens, demons, or something else? Or are they merely an urban myth that persists because of its frightening connotations? Who knows. But just in case, don’t knock on my door after sundown. I won’t answer.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Nidawi
()
Date: July 12, 2013 08:00AM
i moved into the duplex i live in about 5 years ago. when i first was looking at the place, the whole thing was empty. so i got to choose what side i wanted to live in.
well, about a month or so after i moved in, my landlord told me my smoke detector bateries would need changed soon. she said they were hard wired into the house, with a battery back up. i told her okay, i would get some for them. there are three. one on the top floor, one on the main floor, and one in the basement.
a couple days later, i was sitting at my kitchen table one night doing my bills, and all of the smoke detectors began going off. so i thought i would take out the batteries and put new ones in the next day. i still had to buy some. they took nine volts and i just didn't keep those on hand. i figured they didn't need the batteries, probably anyway. so after i took them all out i returned to the kitchen to the table to continue what i was doing. well, about 20 minutes later all the smoke detectors began going off again. so i thought perhaps they do need the batteries. so i went and unhooked them all from the walls and brought them back into the kitchen with me and placed them all on the top of the stove. they were now without batteries, unhooked from their second power source and laying there. i sat back down again to finish what i was doing. well, about 20 minutes later, those smoke detectors began going off again! i freaked! i grabbed all three of them up, wrapped them in a sweatshirt and put them out on the front porch and closed and locked the door.
well, a few weeks later i came home from work. i worked midnights and nobody else was home. i am a single mom of three and my children were 3, 4 and 8 months old then, and staying with someone else that night while i worked. i would get them after i slept. so, i came in the back door into the kitchen and turned on the light. and there sat a book of matches i had never seen before on my kitchen table. i thought it was odd. nobody else had a key to my house. nobody had been there.
a couple days later i was at work again, and i was telling the girls about the smoke detector, and about the matches. well, another girl had overheard me and asked me to repeat the story to her. so i did. she then asked me where i lived. i told her. she then told me how there had been a fire in my house a few years before and a mother and her little boy had died in it. i told her to shut up! she told me to go ask the officers that frequented the establishment. (i was a server on the midnight shift at a small cafe and we got a lot of the police officers in town who were on the midnight shift come in). well, sure enough they confirmed her story. then about 6 months after that my neighbor came over and was talking about that fire. he said the lady had two boys. and the younger one had gotten up while his mom and brother were still sleeping very early one morning. and he had been playing with matches and set the house on fire. his brother and mother both were killed. there were no smoke detectors in the house at that time to even warn them.
it really creeped me out for a while, i guess. the ghosts of them have never hurt us. although i do sometimes think the child pays tricks and hides things sometimes or gets into mischief! i can't tell you how many times i've set the remote control on the end table, went to get a beverage and come back to find it missing. or have had my car keys disappear! my little dog a couple weeks ago was siiting on this little table i made him by the window, right beside my computer, and my smoke detector chirped and he looked towards the living room door way and immediately jumped into my lap, shaking and just terrified of whatever he saw. i saw nothing. (the smoke detector did this a few times that day already, as well as the day before and he did not react like that!) i figure they're still around living with us! i cannot explain why else my dog would have reacted that way when he looked in that direction.
the only other thing i've had happen here is one day i left to go shopping, and when i returned and walked into my kitchen, i smelled my grandmother's perfume. and the scent was very strong, as if she was standing there!
well, about a month or so after i moved in, my landlord told me my smoke detector bateries would need changed soon. she said they were hard wired into the house, with a battery back up. i told her okay, i would get some for them. there are three. one on the top floor, one on the main floor, and one in the basement.
a couple days later, i was sitting at my kitchen table one night doing my bills, and all of the smoke detectors began going off. so i thought i would take out the batteries and put new ones in the next day. i still had to buy some. they took nine volts and i just didn't keep those on hand. i figured they didn't need the batteries, probably anyway. so after i took them all out i returned to the kitchen to the table to continue what i was doing. well, about 20 minutes later all the smoke detectors began going off again. so i thought perhaps they do need the batteries. so i went and unhooked them all from the walls and brought them back into the kitchen with me and placed them all on the top of the stove. they were now without batteries, unhooked from their second power source and laying there. i sat back down again to finish what i was doing. well, about 20 minutes later, those smoke detectors began going off again! i freaked! i grabbed all three of them up, wrapped them in a sweatshirt and put them out on the front porch and closed and locked the door.
well, a few weeks later i came home from work. i worked midnights and nobody else was home. i am a single mom of three and my children were 3, 4 and 8 months old then, and staying with someone else that night while i worked. i would get them after i slept. so, i came in the back door into the kitchen and turned on the light. and there sat a book of matches i had never seen before on my kitchen table. i thought it was odd. nobody else had a key to my house. nobody had been there.
a couple days later i was at work again, and i was telling the girls about the smoke detector, and about the matches. well, another girl had overheard me and asked me to repeat the story to her. so i did. she then asked me where i lived. i told her. she then told me how there had been a fire in my house a few years before and a mother and her little boy had died in it. i told her to shut up! she told me to go ask the officers that frequented the establishment. (i was a server on the midnight shift at a small cafe and we got a lot of the police officers in town who were on the midnight shift come in). well, sure enough they confirmed her story. then about 6 months after that my neighbor came over and was talking about that fire. he said the lady had two boys. and the younger one had gotten up while his mom and brother were still sleeping very early one morning. and he had been playing with matches and set the house on fire. his brother and mother both were killed. there were no smoke detectors in the house at that time to even warn them.
it really creeped me out for a while, i guess. the ghosts of them have never hurt us. although i do sometimes think the child pays tricks and hides things sometimes or gets into mischief! i can't tell you how many times i've set the remote control on the end table, went to get a beverage and come back to find it missing. or have had my car keys disappear! my little dog a couple weeks ago was siiting on this little table i made him by the window, right beside my computer, and my smoke detector chirped and he looked towards the living room door way and immediately jumped into my lap, shaking and just terrified of whatever he saw. i saw nothing. (the smoke detector did this a few times that day already, as well as the day before and he did not react like that!) i figure they're still around living with us! i cannot explain why else my dog would have reacted that way when he looked in that direction.
the only other thing i've had happen here is one day i left to go shopping, and when i returned and walked into my kitchen, i smelled my grandmother's perfume. and the scent was very strong, as if she was standing there!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Black-Eyed Kids
()
Date: July 12, 2013 08:21AM
Love this thread! Scary and cool at the same time. Anyway, thought I would share this article on "Black-Eyed Kids".......
Black-Eyed Kids in North Dakota
http://mysteriousuniverse.org/2011/10/black-eyed-kids-in-north-dakota/
A knock on Paul’s front door pulled him from work. He stood from the desk in his home office
in a small North Dakota town and walked downstairs.
He didn’t find what he expected on that April 2011 day.
“I found a young boy who appeared to be about 16 or 17 standing on my front porch,” Paul said.
The thin teenager wore almost threadbare corduroy pants and dress shirt that hung off his body;
black, unkempt hair hung lifelessly around his face.
“He asked me about a Chevy Tracker that I had sitting in front of my garage with a ‘For Sale’
sign on it,” Paul said. “He spoke very clearly and slowly in a rather monotone voice. It was
like he was trying to force his words to make a point to me. He never said anything threatening,
he only asked me to tell him about the vehicle.”
But there was something odd about the boy that set Paul on edge.
“I felt uneasy from the get-go, but proceeded to tell give him details about the Chevy,” Paul
said. Talking about the vehicle, Paul tried to figure out why the boy’s presence set his nerves
afire –he discovered why. “I noticed his eyes were jet black. They had no pupils or irises. I was
taken back immediately.”
At that moment, Paul saw the teen wasn’t alone.
“There was a second youth there with him, standing at the end of the walk that leads to my front
porch to the front of my garage,” Paul said. The girl stood 15 to 20 feet from him. “She looked
to be about the same age or maybe younger. She had blonde hair that also looked unkept, and was
wearing an old, faded dress.”
The girl didn’t speak, and she never took a step closer. She just stood at the end of the walk,
smiling.
“I couldn’t tell if her eyes were the same as the boy’s, but looking back, it wouldn’t have
surprised me if they were,” he said.
Paul just kept talking about the vehicle, on alert, and ready for any sudden movement from
either teen.
“After I finished telling the boy about the SUV, he asked me if I could take him for a ride in
it,” Paul said. “Again, I felt very uneasy and said that I was busy. The boy again asked if I could
just take him for a ride so he could see how it worked. Again, I declined.”
The boy kept asking for a ride, alone with Paul.
“During that time, I never once mentioned the price of the vehicle, and he never asked about it,”
Paul said. “He only continued to ask that I give him a ride in the Chevy so he could, ‘see how it
worked.’ Those were his exact words.”
After a few minutes of pleading, Paul said he had to leave.
“I told him that I was very busy and needed to go, and I then slammed the door shut and locked it,”
he said. “It wasn’t until I went into the kitchen to get myself a drink that I realized how scared
I was.”
Paul’s hands shook so badly he couldn’t open a can of soda. After a few minutes, he began to relax,
took a drink, and called his wife.
“I told her what had happened,” he said. “While I was on the phone, I looked outside to see if the
boy and his girlfriend were still there looking over the SUV, but they were gone.”
Paul eventually asked his neighbors if they had seen the teenagers, but none of them had, nor had
they seen them in the area before – and Paul hoped it stayed that way.
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Black-Eyed Kids in North Dakota
http://mysteriousuniverse.org/2011/10/black-eyed-kids-in-north-dakota/
A knock on Paul’s front door pulled him from work. He stood from the desk in his home office
in a small North Dakota town and walked downstairs.
He didn’t find what he expected on that April 2011 day.
“I found a young boy who appeared to be about 16 or 17 standing on my front porch,” Paul said.
The thin teenager wore almost threadbare corduroy pants and dress shirt that hung off his body;
black, unkempt hair hung lifelessly around his face.
“He asked me about a Chevy Tracker that I had sitting in front of my garage with a ‘For Sale’
sign on it,” Paul said. “He spoke very clearly and slowly in a rather monotone voice. It was
like he was trying to force his words to make a point to me. He never said anything threatening,
he only asked me to tell him about the vehicle.”
But there was something odd about the boy that set Paul on edge.
“I felt uneasy from the get-go, but proceeded to tell give him details about the Chevy,” Paul
said. Talking about the vehicle, Paul tried to figure out why the boy’s presence set his nerves
afire –he discovered why. “I noticed his eyes were jet black. They had no pupils or irises. I was
taken back immediately.”
At that moment, Paul saw the teen wasn’t alone.
“There was a second youth there with him, standing at the end of the walk that leads to my front
porch to the front of my garage,” Paul said. The girl stood 15 to 20 feet from him. “She looked
to be about the same age or maybe younger. She had blonde hair that also looked unkept, and was
wearing an old, faded dress.”
The girl didn’t speak, and she never took a step closer. She just stood at the end of the walk,
smiling.
“I couldn’t tell if her eyes were the same as the boy’s, but looking back, it wouldn’t have
surprised me if they were,” he said.
Paul just kept talking about the vehicle, on alert, and ready for any sudden movement from
either teen.
“After I finished telling the boy about the SUV, he asked me if I could take him for a ride in
it,” Paul said. “Again, I felt very uneasy and said that I was busy. The boy again asked if I could
just take him for a ride so he could see how it worked. Again, I declined.”
The boy kept asking for a ride, alone with Paul.
“During that time, I never once mentioned the price of the vehicle, and he never asked about it,”
Paul said. “He only continued to ask that I give him a ride in the Chevy so he could, ‘see how it
worked.’ Those were his exact words.”
After a few minutes of pleading, Paul said he had to leave.
“I told him that I was very busy and needed to go, and I then slammed the door shut and locked it,”
he said. “It wasn’t until I went into the kitchen to get myself a drink that I realized how scared
I was.”
Paul’s hands shook so badly he couldn’t open a can of soda. After a few minutes, he began to relax,
took a drink, and called his wife.
“I told her what had happened,” he said. “While I was on the phone, I looked outside to see if the
boy and his girlfriend were still there looking over the SUV, but they were gone.”
Paul eventually asked his neighbors if they had seen the teenagers, but none of them had, nor had
they seen them in the area before – and Paul hoped it stayed that way.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Chris1966
()
Date: July 12, 2013 08:44AM
As far as I can tell from what I've read, the very first reported encounter with Black Eyed Kids happened in 1998. Brian Bethel, who was a newspaper writer at the time, posted a story on a message board about his encounter. It was at night, near a movie theater. He was paying the bill for his internet service, and the office for his ISP was by the theater. As he was sitting in his car and writing a check to leave in the drop box, a couple of kids approached his car. It was two boys. They were asking him for a ride, claiming that they needed to go home to get money from their mom to see the movie. Brian Bethel immediately got a weird feeling that something just wasn't right about them. For one thing, they were acting way too confident and demanding for kids their age. He wasn't sure exactly how old they were, but he figured they were no more than maybe about 14. So they were little kids. But they were very demanding and insisting that they HAD to get in his car. As a newspaper writer, Brian was used to dealing with the public and talked with kids all the time. And kids, especially this young, were usually very shy and nervous. He knew that the way these kids were acting was totally unnatural. And what kind of kids are going to want to get in a stranger's car in the middle of the night? But they kept insisting and pushing him to let them in his car. He was about to when he noticed their completely black eyes. He freaked out (not just because of their eyes, but just an overwhelming sense of dread) and he drove away.
That's the earliest detailed report I've seen of an encounter with BEK's. I suppose it's possible that to say that all the all the stories about BEKs are urban legends which can be traced back to Brian Bethel's story. But you can't just discount his story that easily. It's WAY too detailed and specific. He described the kids' clothes, their appearance, everything. And it's not the kind of setting for a made up story like this. I'm still not sure if BEKs are real, but something weird definitely happened.
That's the earliest detailed report I've seen of an encounter with BEK's. I suppose it's possible that to say that all the all the stories about BEKs are urban legends which can be traced back to Brian Bethel's story. But you can't just discount his story that easily. It's WAY too detailed and specific. He described the kids' clothes, their appearance, everything. And it's not the kind of setting for a made up story like this. I'm still not sure if BEKs are real, but something weird definitely happened.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
MAISY
()
Date: July 12, 2013 08:50AM
I have several stories that have happened to me and my family.
My great-grandmother was a nurse from Ireland....she also believed that your relatives came to get you when you passed. Right before she died she talked about speaking to her dead children and first husband who died during the Flu 1917. My grandmother(her daughter thought it was nonsense)-she died that night (at home) with a smile on her face. My mother was 10yo and remembered her appearing beautiful and like she saw heaven!
Years later, my grandfather was very depressed and committed suicide-my mother awoke at that exact time shaking and screaming-she said "she felt like death had grabbed her"-my father confirmed it....not something mom wanted to talk about.
When my unbelieving grandmother passed away-she was being treated for kidney stones. My mother had gone home to care for me ( I was a toddler), when she returned she told my mother that she had just missed her father, and grandmother. My father said my mother walked out of the room and went hysterical! Why? Because my mother was a big believer in the supernatural and believed my great-grandmother, especially when she experienced my grandfather's death. My grandmother died that night of uremic poisoning, she was only 59!
When my daughter was two I was cutting the grass-my daughter was safe in her crib napping(or so I thought), I got a bad feeling and heard my name. I stopped cutting the grass went in the house and found my baby hanging from the blind cords-VERY SCARY! I almost disregarded that feeling. She was turning blue and I have no doubt she would have died.
A few years later I was going with my dad and 5 year old to his last soccer game of the year...of course, I wasn't ready, wasn't dressed yet. I kept looking at my dad, and I kept asking him if he was okay. It was weird....I've read books where an author foreshadowed a death, something like " a shadow crossed over his face..." I swear that is exactly what happened. My mother got alarmed and said "why do you keep asking him that?" I really didn't know..it was weird. Crying as I write this, I never saw him alive again. Daddy died of an anuerism-they said he was walking and laughing and that was it! 59yo too and healthy as a horse-it was a family joke that we'd have to hit him over the head with a shovel, he was never sick!
Like her dad, my mom went into a depression...was out two years after my dad's death with the kids....had that bad feeling again, mom had OD'd....got her to the hospital in time. Hate this feeling.
Have had other feelings, weird ideas and thoughts about people..sometimes I don't want to know-and sometimes I believe I shut it off.
Most recently, FIL passed in hospice after brief illness. Even that was weird, DH had checked on dad 30 minutes before I was leaving, but had a bad feeling....found him aspirating on vomit. HATE THESE FEELINGS!
Anyway, the day before he went to hospice he was talking to family, and a friend from his youth that he had kept in touch with-while we sat around watching him. Told us he talked to George, George was coming. Dad did not talk much in hospice, but said George was coming. The day he died we called George's home, we were told that George had passed away 1 year prior on the same day. Coincidence? Maybe George came.
I don't doubt that ghosts, visions, lost souls, evil presences and whatever else you want to call it exists. It stands to the reason that are bodies if controlled by electrical impulses are energy. Energy never dies, so when our body expires-it has to go somewhere.
I have truly enjoyed this thread...keep them coming.
My great-grandmother was a nurse from Ireland....she also believed that your relatives came to get you when you passed. Right before she died she talked about speaking to her dead children and first husband who died during the Flu 1917. My grandmother(her daughter thought it was nonsense)-she died that night (at home) with a smile on her face. My mother was 10yo and remembered her appearing beautiful and like she saw heaven!
Years later, my grandfather was very depressed and committed suicide-my mother awoke at that exact time shaking and screaming-she said "she felt like death had grabbed her"-my father confirmed it....not something mom wanted to talk about.
When my unbelieving grandmother passed away-she was being treated for kidney stones. My mother had gone home to care for me ( I was a toddler), when she returned she told my mother that she had just missed her father, and grandmother. My father said my mother walked out of the room and went hysterical! Why? Because my mother was a big believer in the supernatural and believed my great-grandmother, especially when she experienced my grandfather's death. My grandmother died that night of uremic poisoning, she was only 59!
When my daughter was two I was cutting the grass-my daughter was safe in her crib napping(or so I thought), I got a bad feeling and heard my name. I stopped cutting the grass went in the house and found my baby hanging from the blind cords-VERY SCARY! I almost disregarded that feeling. She was turning blue and I have no doubt she would have died.
A few years later I was going with my dad and 5 year old to his last soccer game of the year...of course, I wasn't ready, wasn't dressed yet. I kept looking at my dad, and I kept asking him if he was okay. It was weird....I've read books where an author foreshadowed a death, something like " a shadow crossed over his face..." I swear that is exactly what happened. My mother got alarmed and said "why do you keep asking him that?" I really didn't know..it was weird. Crying as I write this, I never saw him alive again. Daddy died of an anuerism-they said he was walking and laughing and that was it! 59yo too and healthy as a horse-it was a family joke that we'd have to hit him over the head with a shovel, he was never sick!
Like her dad, my mom went into a depression...was out two years after my dad's death with the kids....had that bad feeling again, mom had OD'd....got her to the hospital in time. Hate this feeling.
Have had other feelings, weird ideas and thoughts about people..sometimes I don't want to know-and sometimes I believe I shut it off.
Most recently, FIL passed in hospice after brief illness. Even that was weird, DH had checked on dad 30 minutes before I was leaving, but had a bad feeling....found him aspirating on vomit. HATE THESE FEELINGS!
Anyway, the day before he went to hospice he was talking to family, and a friend from his youth that he had kept in touch with-while we sat around watching him. Told us he talked to George, George was coming. Dad did not talk much in hospice, but said George was coming. The day he died we called George's home, we were told that George had passed away 1 year prior on the same day. Coincidence? Maybe George came.
I don't doubt that ghosts, visions, lost souls, evil presences and whatever else you want to call it exists. It stands to the reason that are bodies if controlled by electrical impulses are energy. Energy never dies, so when our body expires-it has to go somewhere.
I have truly enjoyed this thread...keep them coming.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Lisa_Falour
()
Date: July 12, 2013 09:37AM
I had an experience with a black eyed person in 2010 in France. This was an American guest who stayed with me for two months. I had known him for a few decades but not well. During his visit it came to light that he is sick. At several points during his time here, just while talking to him, his eyes went completely black. I have no idea how I stayed calm and kept talking to him. Later, I talked to him about this, and he said, "No way!" This guy is a drifter and it turns out a rapist, and has also been a kidnapping victim. It might very well be that his problems are fully physical, sociological and psychiatric in nature, but he kept trying to have sex with me and he destroyed my home, breaking everything, damaging everything. He couldn't even close the door. He was a menace. I began to think not so much that he is possessed, but very messed up somehow. I am a former sex industry worker and very accustomed to meeting strange people. I am always able to keep things calm and friendly. This guy needs help. He is now back in the USA, I took him to doctors, I gave him money, I spoke to the FBI and the police in the USA about him, his one family member, and he is missing. Until anyone has seen anyone with totally black eyes, they cannot understand how scary this is. It happened several times here, under different lighting. Again, I have no idea how I kept my cool. It is terribly frightening. Are they possessed, or is this a medical condition, or our problem in perception?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Brekke
()
Date: July 12, 2013 09:59AM
I worked in an alzheimer unit that was supposedly haunted. Now me being a fan of Ghost Hunters wasn't bothered by this so called rumor. I still enjoyed working there, but I was a day shifter.
One month while covering the overnight shift for a co-worker, I expereinced two haunting experiences. I was only a temporary fill in, so I wasn't alone either night, and had my own witness.
The first night I was getting trained and oriented to the overnight shift and what happened when and where. My co-worker and I sat down for some coffee in the dining room around 1am, after we had gotten the wanderers back to sleep.
While she was telling me about the usual nightly procedure, we heard a door slam. Knowing that we had opened and propped each door open for the night, we went to check and see who was up. The door that had slammed was to the room of one of our bedridden residents, who wasn't even capable of sitting up on her own, and she was fast asleep. Not really worried about what happened, I opened the door and pushed the doorstop under the door and made sure that it was secure before I headed back to the dining room with my co-worker.
In a matter of minutes after sitting down, there was another door slam. I didn't know why, but I was certain it was the same door, so this time both of us went down to the room, to not only find the door slammed shut, but locked. We were able to find the key and open the door, finding the patient still fast asleep. Together we both propped the door open and made sure that it was securely propped.
Durring the morning shift change, while doing rounds and checking on patients, we found the same door shut and locked. The door was still propped open and the patient was doing fine at the last check, less than 30 minutes before, and neither of us had heard it shut again. Once we unlocked and opened the door, we found that the patient had passed away.
The second happened the week after. We had just finished checks on the patients rooms, finding all residents safely asleep, and had started on the reports and charting for that night. Everything was calm and quiet and so far uneventful. All of a sudden we hear a loud crash, as if someone had fallen. My co-worker took the west hall and I took the east, and we carefully checked every patient to see who had fallen out of bed. Neither of us found anything out of the ordinary. The same crashing sound happened again before our shift was up.
Now I went back to my day shift, and none of the day shifters believed us about what had happened, but every single night shifter congratulated me on my first experiences, and followed with their own stories. Too many to fit in one post.
One month while covering the overnight shift for a co-worker, I expereinced two haunting experiences. I was only a temporary fill in, so I wasn't alone either night, and had my own witness.
The first night I was getting trained and oriented to the overnight shift and what happened when and where. My co-worker and I sat down for some coffee in the dining room around 1am, after we had gotten the wanderers back to sleep.
While she was telling me about the usual nightly procedure, we heard a door slam. Knowing that we had opened and propped each door open for the night, we went to check and see who was up. The door that had slammed was to the room of one of our bedridden residents, who wasn't even capable of sitting up on her own, and she was fast asleep. Not really worried about what happened, I opened the door and pushed the doorstop under the door and made sure that it was secure before I headed back to the dining room with my co-worker.
In a matter of minutes after sitting down, there was another door slam. I didn't know why, but I was certain it was the same door, so this time both of us went down to the room, to not only find the door slammed shut, but locked. We were able to find the key and open the door, finding the patient still fast asleep. Together we both propped the door open and made sure that it was securely propped.
Durring the morning shift change, while doing rounds and checking on patients, we found the same door shut and locked. The door was still propped open and the patient was doing fine at the last check, less than 30 minutes before, and neither of us had heard it shut again. Once we unlocked and opened the door, we found that the patient had passed away.
The second happened the week after. We had just finished checks on the patients rooms, finding all residents safely asleep, and had started on the reports and charting for that night. Everything was calm and quiet and so far uneventful. All of a sudden we hear a loud crash, as if someone had fallen. My co-worker took the west hall and I took the east, and we carefully checked every patient to see who had fallen out of bed. Neither of us found anything out of the ordinary. The same crashing sound happened again before our shift was up.
Now I went back to my day shift, and none of the day shifters believed us about what had happened, but every single night shifter congratulated me on my first experiences, and followed with their own stories. Too many to fit in one post.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
mxyzptlk
()
Date: July 12, 2013 10:00AM
Chris1966 Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> As far as I can tell from what I've read, the very
> first reported encounter with Black Eyed Kids
> happened in 1998. Brian Bethel, who was a
> newspaper writer at the time, posted a story on a
> message board about his encounter. It was at
> night, near a movie theater. He was paying the
> bill for his internet service, and the office for
> his ISP was by the theater. As he was sitting in
> his car and writing a check to leave in the drop
> box, a couple of kids approached his car. It was
> two boys. They were asking him for a ride,
> claiming that they needed to go home to get money
> from their mom to see the movie. Brian Bethel
> immediately got a weird feeling that something
> just wasn't right about them. For one thing, they
> were acting way too confident and demanding for
> kids their age. He wasn't sure exactly how old
> they were, but he figured they were no more than
> maybe about 14. So they were little kids. But
> they were very demanding and insisting that they
> HAD to get in his car. As a newspaper writer,
> Brian was used to dealing with the public and
> talked with kids all the time. And kids,
> especially this young, were usually very shy and
> nervous. He knew that the way these kids were
> acting was totally unnatural. And what kind of
> kids are going to want to get in a stranger's car
> in the middle of the night? But they kept
> insisting and pushing him to let them in his car.
> He was about to when he noticed their completely
> black eyes. He freaked out (not just because of
> their eyes, but just an overwhelming sense of
> dread) and he drove away.
>
> That's the earliest detailed report I've seen of
> an encounter with BEK's. I suppose it's possible
> that to say that all the all the stories about
> BEKs are urban legends which can be traced back to
> Brian Bethel's story. But you can't just discount
> his story that easily. It's WAY too detailed and
> specific. He described the kids' clothes, their
> appearance, everything. And it's not the kind of
> setting for a made up story like this. I'm still
> not sure if BEKs are real, but something weird
> definitely happened.
These are fun stories, but I can't help but wonder if we're seeing the initial growth of a new urban legend or folk tale, rather than anything sincerely sinister; and if there aren't some shady kids who are simply playing on that new legend by trying to recreate it.
A few years ago I had some wacky vision problems and looked into an occluder contact lens. I looked for a black one that both blacked out my vision and would signal to others who knew that I couldn't see that day. Turns out there are black-out lenses available for both therapeutic and costume purposes. For $30 you can get a blackout contact lens that covers the iris, and for about $100 you can get costume black sclera lenses that black out the entire eyeball.
In the dark, kids wearing the $30 costume lenses may look like they have entirely black eyes, especially if the reporter is made nervous by the kids. But if the kids pool some cash, have a nice allowance, or just have an after school job and no real expenses, the $100 for the lenses that cover everything isn't too much to ask -- kids will spend that much on clothes, alcohol, weed and gas in a week.
So although these stories are fun, they just seem to me more like a legend in the making than something to really be concerned about.
Black iris lens: http://extremesfx.com/p-58-pin...
Black sclera lens: http://extremesfx.com/p-55-bla...
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> As far as I can tell from what I've read, the very
> first reported encounter with Black Eyed Kids
> happened in 1998. Brian Bethel, who was a
> newspaper writer at the time, posted a story on a
> message board about his encounter. It was at
> night, near a movie theater. He was paying the
> bill for his internet service, and the office for
> his ISP was by the theater. As he was sitting in
> his car and writing a check to leave in the drop
> box, a couple of kids approached his car. It was
> two boys. They were asking him for a ride,
> claiming that they needed to go home to get money
> from their mom to see the movie. Brian Bethel
> immediately got a weird feeling that something
> just wasn't right about them. For one thing, they
> were acting way too confident and demanding for
> kids their age. He wasn't sure exactly how old
> they were, but he figured they were no more than
> maybe about 14. So they were little kids. But
> they were very demanding and insisting that they
> HAD to get in his car. As a newspaper writer,
> Brian was used to dealing with the public and
> talked with kids all the time. And kids,
> especially this young, were usually very shy and
> nervous. He knew that the way these kids were
> acting was totally unnatural. And what kind of
> kids are going to want to get in a stranger's car
> in the middle of the night? But they kept
> insisting and pushing him to let them in his car.
> He was about to when he noticed their completely
> black eyes. He freaked out (not just because of
> their eyes, but just an overwhelming sense of
> dread) and he drove away.
>
> That's the earliest detailed report I've seen of
> an encounter with BEK's. I suppose it's possible
> that to say that all the all the stories about
> BEKs are urban legends which can be traced back to
> Brian Bethel's story. But you can't just discount
> his story that easily. It's WAY too detailed and
> specific. He described the kids' clothes, their
> appearance, everything. And it's not the kind of
> setting for a made up story like this. I'm still
> not sure if BEKs are real, but something weird
> definitely happened.
These are fun stories, but I can't help but wonder if we're seeing the initial growth of a new urban legend or folk tale, rather than anything sincerely sinister; and if there aren't some shady kids who are simply playing on that new legend by trying to recreate it.
A few years ago I had some wacky vision problems and looked into an occluder contact lens. I looked for a black one that both blacked out my vision and would signal to others who knew that I couldn't see that day. Turns out there are black-out lenses available for both therapeutic and costume purposes. For $30 you can get a blackout contact lens that covers the iris, and for about $100 you can get costume black sclera lenses that black out the entire eyeball.
In the dark, kids wearing the $30 costume lenses may look like they have entirely black eyes, especially if the reporter is made nervous by the kids. But if the kids pool some cash, have a nice allowance, or just have an after school job and no real expenses, the $100 for the lenses that cover everything isn't too much to ask -- kids will spend that much on clothes, alcohol, weed and gas in a week.
So although these stories are fun, they just seem to me more like a legend in the making than something to really be concerned about.
Black iris lens: http://extremesfx.com/p-58-pin...
Black sclera lens: http://extremesfx.com/p-55-bla...
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Jontonian
()
Date: July 12, 2013 11:02AM
To those who are curious of what happens when a person lets in a BEK. Their is actually one story out there on the net. There was a women who let two boys come in to use the phone. When inside one of the boys acted like he was making a call., the other was in the middle of the hallway. Then the boy looked at her and said something like in a evil manner "it is time for you to come with us" looking up with those eye's. The BEK thought they had her trapped.The lady luckily ran through a cross room and bolted out the window to her neighbors. She called her husband and he came so they could go back to the house. The BEK were gone. Of course there is a lot more detail, I am at work I will try and find which sites have it, when I get to my files. Peace
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
BEKs amoung us
()
Date: July 12, 2013 02:27PM
Here’s an interesting info. on Black Eye-Kids that I got from Cosmic Awareness Channeling. They are soulless and is a sign of the time as the Earth is shifting and Ascending. They will suck the life force from an unsuspecting light being. One will feel nervous around them, as they are Storm Troopers for the Dark.
2007-11 Who Are The Unnaturally BLACK-Eyed Children & Adults?
page 3)the experiment into separation, into the dislocation of spirit from source; at this time this process is once again proceeding forward as the planet earth comes to that point of separation where the two planets can divide and move into those vibrational rates, or higher or lower frequencies. This in reference to Planet A, the Ascension Planet, and Planet B- the planet behind or below ascension…darker soulless entities, who have reached a level of great separation from the source, have appeared in a physical form that is actually discernible, but the feeling of these entities is one of soullessness, or separation from the Light. It is said the eyes are the windows to the soul, and often the Light of Spirit shines through the eyes. When that is veiled, or cloaked or hidden, as in the eyes of these BLACK-eyed individuals, then the soul cannot be seen or sensed and experienced, and this is what this Awareness is referring to when It says these beings are soulless.
2007-11 Who Are The Unnaturally BLACK-Eyed Children & Adults?
page 3-(4) The World ”Evil” is the Reverse of the Word ”Live”) and life that is not devoted to seeking the Highest and being in alignment with Spirit, finding the spiritual power within, in fact denying it, will reverse the process to one of evil. Simply speaking, this is only a concept. This is an act that is contrary to being alive, to living, to life itself. These BLACK-eyed individuals are part of the times. The recognition of why they are here will help individuals avoid such entities, for they do not need to be called into anyone’s life, but if they are encountered,remember always to surround yourself with the highest level of Light and Love, for as these beings are of darkness, they would absorb any light that is unconscious in the individual. It is with focus, desire and intent that one holds the Light Shield around them and denies not evil, simply recognizes it and allows it to be what it is without having an effect on an individual who is committed to Spirit and Light.
2007-11 Who Are The Unnaturally BLACK-Eyed Children & Adults?
page 3-4) They are Storm Troopers Coming for Those who Choose the Denser Reality of Planet B)They are cloaked from spirit and choose not to let spirit shine through their eyes or to find a passageway through their eyes, to the soul. They are storm troopers, if you will, of that state of being that is coming for those who choose this denser reality; this greater sense of separation. One cannot judge this, one can only understand that it is a way that some will choose, but not all. There is nothing to be feared from these individuals; simply an understanding of why they have come at this time, and what their purpose is at this time. They are not evil, and are not going to create problems or difficulties for anyone other than those who are drawn in because of their purpose. The children with BLACK eyes will grow into adults with BLACK eyes. There is nothing evil in them , but in their attempt to bring humanity into that darkness, they may not always be coming from a place of goodness or serviced to the Light. in fact their service will be to the darkness and this may be interpreted by some as being in a state of evil.
Source is from: http://www.cosmicawareness.org/index.html
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2007-11 Who Are The Unnaturally BLACK-Eyed Children & Adults?
page 3)the experiment into separation, into the dislocation of spirit from source; at this time this process is once again proceeding forward as the planet earth comes to that point of separation where the two planets can divide and move into those vibrational rates, or higher or lower frequencies. This in reference to Planet A, the Ascension Planet, and Planet B- the planet behind or below ascension…darker soulless entities, who have reached a level of great separation from the source, have appeared in a physical form that is actually discernible, but the feeling of these entities is one of soullessness, or separation from the Light. It is said the eyes are the windows to the soul, and often the Light of Spirit shines through the eyes. When that is veiled, or cloaked or hidden, as in the eyes of these BLACK-eyed individuals, then the soul cannot be seen or sensed and experienced, and this is what this Awareness is referring to when It says these beings are soulless.
2007-11 Who Are The Unnaturally BLACK-Eyed Children & Adults?
page 3-(4) The World ”Evil” is the Reverse of the Word ”Live”) and life that is not devoted to seeking the Highest and being in alignment with Spirit, finding the spiritual power within, in fact denying it, will reverse the process to one of evil. Simply speaking, this is only a concept. This is an act that is contrary to being alive, to living, to life itself. These BLACK-eyed individuals are part of the times. The recognition of why they are here will help individuals avoid such entities, for they do not need to be called into anyone’s life, but if they are encountered,remember always to surround yourself with the highest level of Light and Love, for as these beings are of darkness, they would absorb any light that is unconscious in the individual. It is with focus, desire and intent that one holds the Light Shield around them and denies not evil, simply recognizes it and allows it to be what it is without having an effect on an individual who is committed to Spirit and Light.
2007-11 Who Are The Unnaturally BLACK-Eyed Children & Adults?
page 3-4) They are Storm Troopers Coming for Those who Choose the Denser Reality of Planet B)They are cloaked from spirit and choose not to let spirit shine through their eyes or to find a passageway through their eyes, to the soul. They are storm troopers, if you will, of that state of being that is coming for those who choose this denser reality; this greater sense of separation. One cannot judge this, one can only understand that it is a way that some will choose, but not all. There is nothing to be feared from these individuals; simply an understanding of why they have come at this time, and what their purpose is at this time. They are not evil, and are not going to create problems or difficulties for anyone other than those who are drawn in because of their purpose. The children with BLACK eyes will grow into adults with BLACK eyes. There is nothing evil in them , but in their attempt to bring humanity into that darkness, they may not always be coming from a place of goodness or serviced to the Light. in fact their service will be to the darkness and this may be interpreted by some as being in a state of evil.
Source is from: http://www.cosmicawareness.org/index.html
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Black-Eyed Children link
()
Date: July 12, 2013 07:37PM
Black-Eyed Children, don’t invite them into your home
http://www.examiner.com/article/black-eyed-children-don-t-invite-them-into-your-home
Black-eyed children have but one consistent request, invite us in. Whatever you do, don't invite them into your home!
Imagine this. You and your better half are on your way home after a late night out on the town. You pull into a convenience store, and you wait in the car while he runs in for something. You’re sitting there in the dark waiting for him to return when suddenly you get an inexplicable, overwhelming feeling of terror. You sit up a little straighter and glance toward the driver’s side window. There staring in at you are two children – but not just any children. These are “Black Eyed Children,” and they want to get into the car with you.
Sound like something from a horror movie? Well, it’s not. It’s as real as it gets. According to David Weatherly, a paranormal investigator and author, who has written a book called “Black Eyed Children,” incidents or visitations by these strange children are occurring worldwide. They have one simple request, they want to come in. They appear on doorsteps, at car windows, hotel rooms and even boats.
They knock on doors and tap on windows all over the world, asking to be let in. Don't let them in.
Weatherly says there are thousands of reported sightings of these Black Eyed Children. Sometimes they travel in pairs, sometimes in groups and sometimes you’ll see just one. They knock on doors and tap on windows all over the world, asking to be let in.
Witnesses report these weird children asking to come into the house to use the phone or for a ride home because they’re lost or they forgot something. They speak in a demanding monotone and regardless of what is said to them, they don’t say much more than “Let us in. We won’t hurt you. This won’t take long.”
Their most outstanding feature is their solid black eyes, eyes completely void of color or light, showing no pupils, no irises. Witnesses say looking into these eyes evokes intense feelings of terror.
Could they be wearing black contact lenses? Weatherly agrees that this may be true in some cases; however, black lenses covering the entire surface of the eye would not only be expensive, but extremely uncomfortable.
These strange Black Eyed Children, who can appear or vanish at a moment’s notice, seem to be between the ages of 8 and 16. Their skin is pale or pasty colored, described by some as looking plastic or artificial, and their mannerisms are odd. Witnesses describe their clothing as odd and drab – blue jeans and a hoodie or very old-fashioned, handmade clothing. Bizarre electrical phenomena occurs when they are around, such as a garage door inexplicably opening.
•When a man in Dallas arrived home, he saw a boy at his door who repeated "I think it's food time. You should invite me inside." The man's protective pit bull came running toward the front door, but as it got closer to the boy, it whimpered and ran away, hiding under the bed for days afterward.
•A man named Paul was home alone when someone knocked on this door. He opened it and saw two kids about 10 years old standing on his steps with their heads down. They said, "Hey, we just thought we'd stop in for a bit." The kids insisted they be let into the house. Thinking they had the wrong house, Paul stepped forward to get a better look and made eye contact. Their eyes were solid black, including the sclera.
Jason Offutt, another researcher into the Black Eyed Children phenomenon, gives this account:
•Around 10:45 on a warm night, as 18-year-old Carris Holdsworth approached her apartment in Lisburn, Northern Ireland, she saw two teenagers in hoodies and jeans standing in her yard with their backs to her. As she attempted to slip away unseen, she fumbled in her purse for pepper spray. At that very moment, the boys turned to face her and, as if reading her mind, one said, “No need for that, we just want to borrow your phone, miss.” When she caught a glimpse of their pitch black eyes, not a trace of white or a pupil, she panicked and raced to her apartment, locking the door behind her. The boys following close behind, knocked on her door. She ignored it. After a second knock, fearing for her safety she phoned a friend to come over. When the friend arrived, the boys ran away.
What exactly is this growing phenomena? Who are these sinister appearing black-eyed children? Are they inter-dimensional beings who feed off the energy of fear they create. Are they be alien-human hybrids. Are they demonic entities? Are they simply a modern urban legend born of the computer age?
Weatherly believes they may have some sort of demonic origin because in some reports these black-eyed children vanish into thin air, and some witnesses report a run of bad luck after an encounter with these children.
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http://www.examiner.com/article/black-eyed-children-don-t-invite-them-into-your-home
Black-eyed children have but one consistent request, invite us in. Whatever you do, don't invite them into your home!
Imagine this. You and your better half are on your way home after a late night out on the town. You pull into a convenience store, and you wait in the car while he runs in for something. You’re sitting there in the dark waiting for him to return when suddenly you get an inexplicable, overwhelming feeling of terror. You sit up a little straighter and glance toward the driver’s side window. There staring in at you are two children – but not just any children. These are “Black Eyed Children,” and they want to get into the car with you.
Sound like something from a horror movie? Well, it’s not. It’s as real as it gets. According to David Weatherly, a paranormal investigator and author, who has written a book called “Black Eyed Children,” incidents or visitations by these strange children are occurring worldwide. They have one simple request, they want to come in. They appear on doorsteps, at car windows, hotel rooms and even boats.
They knock on doors and tap on windows all over the world, asking to be let in. Don't let them in.
Weatherly says there are thousands of reported sightings of these Black Eyed Children. Sometimes they travel in pairs, sometimes in groups and sometimes you’ll see just one. They knock on doors and tap on windows all over the world, asking to be let in.
Witnesses report these weird children asking to come into the house to use the phone or for a ride home because they’re lost or they forgot something. They speak in a demanding monotone and regardless of what is said to them, they don’t say much more than “Let us in. We won’t hurt you. This won’t take long.”
Their most outstanding feature is their solid black eyes, eyes completely void of color or light, showing no pupils, no irises. Witnesses say looking into these eyes evokes intense feelings of terror.
Could they be wearing black contact lenses? Weatherly agrees that this may be true in some cases; however, black lenses covering the entire surface of the eye would not only be expensive, but extremely uncomfortable.
These strange Black Eyed Children, who can appear or vanish at a moment’s notice, seem to be between the ages of 8 and 16. Their skin is pale or pasty colored, described by some as looking plastic or artificial, and their mannerisms are odd. Witnesses describe their clothing as odd and drab – blue jeans and a hoodie or very old-fashioned, handmade clothing. Bizarre electrical phenomena occurs when they are around, such as a garage door inexplicably opening.
•When a man in Dallas arrived home, he saw a boy at his door who repeated "I think it's food time. You should invite me inside." The man's protective pit bull came running toward the front door, but as it got closer to the boy, it whimpered and ran away, hiding under the bed for days afterward.
•A man named Paul was home alone when someone knocked on this door. He opened it and saw two kids about 10 years old standing on his steps with their heads down. They said, "Hey, we just thought we'd stop in for a bit." The kids insisted they be let into the house. Thinking they had the wrong house, Paul stepped forward to get a better look and made eye contact. Their eyes were solid black, including the sclera.
Jason Offutt, another researcher into the Black Eyed Children phenomenon, gives this account:
•Around 10:45 on a warm night, as 18-year-old Carris Holdsworth approached her apartment in Lisburn, Northern Ireland, she saw two teenagers in hoodies and jeans standing in her yard with their backs to her. As she attempted to slip away unseen, she fumbled in her purse for pepper spray. At that very moment, the boys turned to face her and, as if reading her mind, one said, “No need for that, we just want to borrow your phone, miss.” When she caught a glimpse of their pitch black eyes, not a trace of white or a pupil, she panicked and raced to her apartment, locking the door behind her. The boys following close behind, knocked on her door. She ignored it. After a second knock, fearing for her safety she phoned a friend to come over. When the friend arrived, the boys ran away.
What exactly is this growing phenomena? Who are these sinister appearing black-eyed children? Are they inter-dimensional beings who feed off the energy of fear they create. Are they be alien-human hybrids. Are they demonic entities? Are they simply a modern urban legend born of the computer age?
Weatherly believes they may have some sort of demonic origin because in some reports these black-eyed children vanish into thin air, and some witnesses report a run of bad luck after an encounter with these children.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
y7
()
Date: July 13, 2013 06:12AM
Haley's ghost pics Wrote:
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> I went to the Bedford Avenel house back in October
> 2011. I took a lot of pictures while I was there
> and I think in the picture I have there is a ghost
> face. I never really experienced anything there
> but I do beileve there is a ghost there from
> watching videos and looking at pictures that
> people have.
LOL!
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> I went to the Bedford Avenel house back in October
> 2011. I took a lot of pictures while I was there
> and I think in the picture I have there is a ghost
> face. I never really experienced anything there
> but I do beileve there is a ghost there from
> watching videos and looking at pictures that
> people have.
LOL!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Olde Town Inn Hotel
()
Date: July 13, 2013 07:10PM
A place you might want to check out is Olde Town Inn Hotel. They say there is a ghost named Miss Lucy who haunts rooms # 50 to 54. It is said that she sometimes holds people a few inches in the air over their bed, moves things in the room, turns on water faucets or turns off lights. They say she loves to play pranks on whomever sleeps in one of those rooms. Before the place had its reputation for being haunted my kids and i stayed in room 54 ..the only thing that happened to us was the lights kept going off and on periodically, and the kids ( they were all under 5 at the time).. would say they saw someone briefly and the the 'someone ' disappeared...also you got this strange feeling that you were being watched.) Whether that was Miss Lucy or not i have no clue....but it was kinda cool staying there...lol.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Miss Lucy
()
Date: July 14, 2013 04:29PM
Olde Town Inn Hotel Wrote:
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> A place you might want to check out is Olde Town
> Inn Hotel. They say there is a ghost named Miss
> Lucy who haunts rooms # 50 to 54. It is said that
> she sometimes holds people a few inches in the air
> over their bed, moves things in the room, turns on
> water faucets or turns off lights. They say she
> loves to play pranks on whomever sleeps in one of
> those rooms. Before the place had its reputation
> for being haunted my kids and i stayed in room 54
> ..the only thing that happened to us was the
> lights kept going off and on periodically, and the
> kids ( they were all under 5 at the time).. would
> say they saw someone briefly and the the 'someone
> ' disappeared...also you got this strange feeling
> that you were being watched.) Whether that was
> Miss Lucy or not i have no clue....but it was
> kinda cool staying there...lol.
Manassas Hotel Keeps Frightening Guests
http://potomaclocal.com/2012/10/02/manassas-hotel-keeps-frightening-guest/
MANASSAS, Va. – Manassas is a small city teeming with landmarks and a harried history that dates back to before the Civil War. One of these historical landmarks, the Olde Towne Inn, has its share of haunted history and paranormal activity that will make even the biggest skeptic a believer.
The Olde Towne Inn on Main Street in Old Town Manassas has been a local hot spot for residents to grab a bite or a drink, or for tourists staying in the Washington area. And while people may have come to expect great service and a good night in Manassas, what they may not expect is a ghost showing them a good time.
Inn employees and guests alike have reported strange sounds and sites on the property, with many of the reports coming from rooms 50, 52 and 54. One recent report of activity took place in room 54 at the hotel.
“The wife reported the sound of something crashing to the bathroom floor, but said when she and her husband rushed to the door, absolutely nothing was broken. Although they felt uneasy, they tried to get some sleep,” said Lisa Sievel-Otten of the Manassas Museum.
While they may have tried to shrug it off, the spirit had other ideas, waking the couple by tugging on their mattress, which immediately alerted the couple, who searched the room to find it empty. Their initial reaction was that it may have been an animal in the room but could find nothing. Again shrugging off what had happened, the wife returned to the bed where she witnessed her husband levitating, before falling on to the floor from the bed.
And who is the ghostly perpetrator responsible for these reports? Many believe it to be from a Miss Lucy, a young and playful spirit from the time of the Civil War – a key time period in Manassas’ history.
The next morning, the couple reported the occurrence, and the staff replied, “‘Oh, that’s Miss Lucy up to her old tricks. She usually stays in Room 52, but sometimes she wanders into rooms nearby,’” said Sievel-Otten.
Was this the presence of a Civil War period other-worldy spirit, amusing herself by interacting with guests? Or is it simply an overreaction to a long night and a need for rest? Take a trip to see the Olde Towne Inn, and you may be able to discover the truth for yourself.
Want to hear more about the local haunts of Manassas? Then consider taking a Spirited Past Tour during the Halloween season, hosted by the Manassas Museum. The tours will take place at the end of October.
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> A place you might want to check out is Olde Town
> Inn Hotel. They say there is a ghost named Miss
> Lucy who haunts rooms # 50 to 54. It is said that
> she sometimes holds people a few inches in the air
> over their bed, moves things in the room, turns on
> water faucets or turns off lights. They say she
> loves to play pranks on whomever sleeps in one of
> those rooms. Before the place had its reputation
> for being haunted my kids and i stayed in room 54
> ..the only thing that happened to us was the
> lights kept going off and on periodically, and the
> kids ( they were all under 5 at the time).. would
> say they saw someone briefly and the the 'someone
> ' disappeared...also you got this strange feeling
> that you were being watched.) Whether that was
> Miss Lucy or not i have no clue....but it was
> kinda cool staying there...lol.
Manassas Hotel Keeps Frightening Guests
http://potomaclocal.com/2012/10/02/manassas-hotel-keeps-frightening-guest/
MANASSAS, Va. – Manassas is a small city teeming with landmarks and a harried history that dates back to before the Civil War. One of these historical landmarks, the Olde Towne Inn, has its share of haunted history and paranormal activity that will make even the biggest skeptic a believer.
The Olde Towne Inn on Main Street in Old Town Manassas has been a local hot spot for residents to grab a bite or a drink, or for tourists staying in the Washington area. And while people may have come to expect great service and a good night in Manassas, what they may not expect is a ghost showing them a good time.
Inn employees and guests alike have reported strange sounds and sites on the property, with many of the reports coming from rooms 50, 52 and 54. One recent report of activity took place in room 54 at the hotel.
“The wife reported the sound of something crashing to the bathroom floor, but said when she and her husband rushed to the door, absolutely nothing was broken. Although they felt uneasy, they tried to get some sleep,” said Lisa Sievel-Otten of the Manassas Museum.
While they may have tried to shrug it off, the spirit had other ideas, waking the couple by tugging on their mattress, which immediately alerted the couple, who searched the room to find it empty. Their initial reaction was that it may have been an animal in the room but could find nothing. Again shrugging off what had happened, the wife returned to the bed where she witnessed her husband levitating, before falling on to the floor from the bed.
And who is the ghostly perpetrator responsible for these reports? Many believe it to be from a Miss Lucy, a young and playful spirit from the time of the Civil War – a key time period in Manassas’ history.
The next morning, the couple reported the occurrence, and the staff replied, “‘Oh, that’s Miss Lucy up to her old tricks. She usually stays in Room 52, but sometimes she wanders into rooms nearby,’” said Sievel-Otten.
Was this the presence of a Civil War period other-worldy spirit, amusing herself by interacting with guests? Or is it simply an overreaction to a long night and a need for rest? Take a trip to see the Olde Towne Inn, and you may be able to discover the truth for yourself.
Want to hear more about the local haunts of Manassas? Then consider taking a Spirited Past Tour during the Halloween season, hosted by the Manassas Museum. The tours will take place at the end of October.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
annlewis
()
Date: July 15, 2013 04:51AM
I had an experience that literally changed the way I think about our souls and afterlife. I saw my residents deceased husband standing beside her as she lay on the floor crying from her fall. No one else saw him, not my unit coordinator, my aides, nor my charge nurse. I heard him speak and I thought he was real, I watched him walk past me and leave the room. I was so concerned about his sadness that I tried to locate him after to comfort him and that is when I found out no one saw him but me. I never forgot what he looked like, later I identified him as the grandfather of a fellow nurse by the fact that the daughter of my resident looked just like him. I found out then that my resident was the grandmother to one of the nurses. The deceased husband looked as real as us, and spoke too. I will never forget this, and now to this day when I encounter a family group around a resident, I wonder which if them is a deceased spirit. I now believe our soul lives on.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
staclyn
()
Date: July 15, 2013 08:21AM
It's taken me a really long time to post this, I wouldn't believe it myself if it hadn't happened to me, and if my best friend wasn't there to witness it. We've been best friends since middle school, went to nursing school together and now work at the same hospital in Virginia. I'm an ER nurse and she's a floater, on December 11, 2007 she was working in the ER with me to help cover due to holiday vacations.
On the week of Halloween my boyfriend and I decided to take the plunge and move in together, he's a Fire Fighter / EMT. We met in the ER when he was bringing in a patient.
It as a very quiet night in the ER, I was running vitals on a new patient who came in complaining of chest pains when my friend walked in to tell me I had a phone call. She gave me a quick wink when she told me "I'll take over", I already knew who was on the phone. When I picked up the reciever at the nurses station it was the love of my life, Garrett. He started out with his normal, boisterous "Hey Baby!" It's funny how two words can make you smile, then he told me "I'm getting ready to leave" I just thought he was heading to the fire house as I knew he was working that night. Then he said, "I wanted to hear you voice one more time before I left...... I love you...." I laughed and told him I loved him and I would see him soon, then in a really quiet voice he said "yeah, you will." I told him I loved him one more time and we hung up, I went back to my patient and relayed the conversation to my best friend.
Within a few minutes it seemed as if our hospital was surrounded by lights and sirens. Three police cars and two fire trucks flanking one ambulance. Everyone available suited up and gloved up. I went back to my chest pains patient who I think was looking more for a warm bed then meds to help with the pain. I saw the gurney rush in, EMT's were performing CPR, there was total chaos.
After a few minutes when I had my patient settled in and a bed ready for him upstairs I walked out of his room and saw a few of the EMT's Garrett worked with standing with their backs to me looking into the trauma room with the new patient. I called Briggs name walking towards them and when he turned around he had a grave expression on his face. The first thing he said to me was, "I didn't know you were working tonight" I told him yes, Garrett and I were both working tonight. Then I asked, what's wrong? All of them were staring at me, no one moved, so I asked again - louder "What's Wrong?!" I looked over Briggs shoulder into the trauma room and felt my world collapse around me. Garrett was lying on the gurney, intebated, defibrillators against his chest, there was blood everywhere. I screamed and tried to bolt into the room, to touch him, to hold him, to do anything I could to help. Briggs caught me around the waist and held on so tight I realized within the next few days I had bruises on my sides. I just remember crumpling to the floor watching - helpless, sobbing and screaming his name. The doctors pronounced him at 8:42pm. His Nissan Titan had been t-boned (drivers side) by a tractor trailer going roughly 50 mph. There was no hope....
The day before the funeral several of us were sitting at our house....my house....no one was really talking we were just....sitting there. My best friend broke the silence and said, "Well, you were able to talk to him one last time, able to say I love you before he died." I smiled, a fresh batch of tears started, I just shook my head and whispered, "the accident must have happened a few minutes after he called." I looked across the living room and Briggs had an odd expression on his face, I asked what was wrong - he asked me "What time did you talk to Garrett", I thought about it for a few minutes and then my expression matched his, then I answered him "About 20 minutes before you brought him in...." Briggs stared at me. My best friend asked, "Why do you ask?" Still staring at me Briggs answered "Because that's not possible, we recieved the call at the station at 7:36, we were on the scene by 7:41 and Garrett wasn't concious, by the time we pulled him out of the truck a little after 8:00 he didn't have a pulse, we started CPR immediately. Stacy, there's no way you could have talked to Garrett before we brought him in.... he was already dead."
No one in the room spoke, we all knew it had happened, my best friend answered the phone herself, Garrett said hello to her first and asked to speak to me. Other nurses and doctors around the nursing station overhead our conversation. He called to say he loved me one more time before he left.........
Months of therapy, weeks of vacation before stepping foot back into the ER. Some wounds never fully heal, and I don't really consider this a ghost story because I don't consider the man I loved most in this world a ghost - everyday I cherish the fact that I was allowed to talk to him one more time..... And I know he's still with me.... my firefighter....
On the week of Halloween my boyfriend and I decided to take the plunge and move in together, he's a Fire Fighter / EMT. We met in the ER when he was bringing in a patient.
It as a very quiet night in the ER, I was running vitals on a new patient who came in complaining of chest pains when my friend walked in to tell me I had a phone call. She gave me a quick wink when she told me "I'll take over", I already knew who was on the phone. When I picked up the reciever at the nurses station it was the love of my life, Garrett. He started out with his normal, boisterous "Hey Baby!" It's funny how two words can make you smile, then he told me "I'm getting ready to leave" I just thought he was heading to the fire house as I knew he was working that night. Then he said, "I wanted to hear you voice one more time before I left...... I love you...." I laughed and told him I loved him and I would see him soon, then in a really quiet voice he said "yeah, you will." I told him I loved him one more time and we hung up, I went back to my patient and relayed the conversation to my best friend.
Within a few minutes it seemed as if our hospital was surrounded by lights and sirens. Three police cars and two fire trucks flanking one ambulance. Everyone available suited up and gloved up. I went back to my chest pains patient who I think was looking more for a warm bed then meds to help with the pain. I saw the gurney rush in, EMT's were performing CPR, there was total chaos.
After a few minutes when I had my patient settled in and a bed ready for him upstairs I walked out of his room and saw a few of the EMT's Garrett worked with standing with their backs to me looking into the trauma room with the new patient. I called Briggs name walking towards them and when he turned around he had a grave expression on his face. The first thing he said to me was, "I didn't know you were working tonight" I told him yes, Garrett and I were both working tonight. Then I asked, what's wrong? All of them were staring at me, no one moved, so I asked again - louder "What's Wrong?!" I looked over Briggs shoulder into the trauma room and felt my world collapse around me. Garrett was lying on the gurney, intebated, defibrillators against his chest, there was blood everywhere. I screamed and tried to bolt into the room, to touch him, to hold him, to do anything I could to help. Briggs caught me around the waist and held on so tight I realized within the next few days I had bruises on my sides. I just remember crumpling to the floor watching - helpless, sobbing and screaming his name. The doctors pronounced him at 8:42pm. His Nissan Titan had been t-boned (drivers side) by a tractor trailer going roughly 50 mph. There was no hope....
The day before the funeral several of us were sitting at our house....my house....no one was really talking we were just....sitting there. My best friend broke the silence and said, "Well, you were able to talk to him one last time, able to say I love you before he died." I smiled, a fresh batch of tears started, I just shook my head and whispered, "the accident must have happened a few minutes after he called." I looked across the living room and Briggs had an odd expression on his face, I asked what was wrong - he asked me "What time did you talk to Garrett", I thought about it for a few minutes and then my expression matched his, then I answered him "About 20 minutes before you brought him in...." Briggs stared at me. My best friend asked, "Why do you ask?" Still staring at me Briggs answered "Because that's not possible, we recieved the call at the station at 7:36, we were on the scene by 7:41 and Garrett wasn't concious, by the time we pulled him out of the truck a little after 8:00 he didn't have a pulse, we started CPR immediately. Stacy, there's no way you could have talked to Garrett before we brought him in.... he was already dead."
No one in the room spoke, we all knew it had happened, my best friend answered the phone herself, Garrett said hello to her first and asked to speak to me. Other nurses and doctors around the nursing station overhead our conversation. He called to say he loved me one more time before he left.........
Months of therapy, weeks of vacation before stepping foot back into the ER. Some wounds never fully heal, and I don't really consider this a ghost story because I don't consider the man I loved most in this world a ghost - everyday I cherish the fact that I was allowed to talk to him one more time..... And I know he's still with me.... my firefighter....
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Hidden Pond Park Springfield VA
()
Date: July 15, 2013 08:29AM
I'm not from this area, but I do visit Springfield a lot because I have cousins here. So anyways I wanted to look for a nice place to go hiking. I found this place called Hidden Pond Park online. It was my two cousins (11 and 14), my aunt, and me. I heard of some stories about this park and it's haunting stories. While I was there I felt what it felt like cold hand poking me, and first I thought one of my cousins hands were poking me and so I felt their hands and they were boiling hot, by the way it was 90 degrees that day. When I was on the dirt trail system it was switching from hot and humid to chilly and eerie.
When I was by the pond I was hearing a faint whistle coming from the woods that have no trails. In the nature center I heard some children laughing, but there were no children there except my cousins and they weren't laughing. I was hearing whispering coming from the basement stairwell in the nature center. I called down the stairs asking if anyone was there and then I saw a glowing figure.
When I was by the pond I was hearing a faint whistle coming from the woods that have no trails. In the nature center I heard some children laughing, but there were no children there except my cousins and they weren't laughing. I was hearing whispering coming from the basement stairwell in the nature center. I called down the stairs asking if anyone was there and then I saw a glowing figure.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Evan
()
Date: July 15, 2013 08:36AM
If I ever go down Fall Hill Avenue (Route 639) when it is very dark out the turn near the Rappahannock River
and directly across the river on Laucks Island there is a glowing figure representing a person that is just
staring at you. It could be a prop but then again I don't see the frame or the lights during the day, once again
it is right on Laucks Island just standing on the beach looking at you. There is some history on that island
and other people have also experienced some paranormal activity.
and directly across the river on Laucks Island there is a glowing figure representing a person that is just
staring at you. It could be a prop but then again I don't see the frame or the lights during the day, once again
it is right on Laucks Island just standing on the beach looking at you. There is some history on that island
and other people have also experienced some paranormal activity.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
bondoson88
()
Date: July 15, 2013 08:37AM
I once had a patient that had expired down the end of the hall. She was in room 210a by herself, and there were only maybe a couple of other patients in other rooms in the same area whom could not get up OOB. All of a sudden a call light goes on and I look to see who it is and guess who? It was room 210a. I am thinking and saying out loud to my co-workers "someone come down there with me!" Light was on and the patient was still dead waiting for the morturary. Now 20 years later on that same floor that section had been renovated to be the ultrasound area, but was in the process of becoming a patient room again. The call button system was not supposed to be hooked up to the nursing station. Anyways, the nurses that work on that floor now are all new staff and I was telling them about that story. well the next day apparently the call system kept going off in that area and kept paging this one really new nurse all night. I guess it freaked her out esp after that incident that happened. I do think that there is something down that hall, but like I told those nurses, don't worry it's a nice ghost!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
J.S. Hamilton
()
Date: July 15, 2013 08:38AM
I'm the great grandson of Logging George Mullins, owner of the Stone house in Clintwood, VA built in 1920.
According to a close relative that is in tune with the spirit world, I introduced her to the house in 2012
and she was amazed at the number of sprits in the basement and upstairs. She had some contact with the spirits
that were left behind. One stood out more than the rest he was the brother of George Mullins that was shot and
killed by their father, Harmon Mullins.
Harmon had been brain injured in the war around the 1800s. Edna Mullins a daughter of George Mullins and my great
aunt was also in tune with the sprit world. When I was a young child I stayed with my grandparents in the stone
house many times over several years. I'm not in tune with the sprit world, and I never believed this spirit world
thing until I visited Central America in 2009.
Some of my relatives have this ability and these members I believe also have the true Mulegon bloodline, inherited
through the Mullins family that came to America 75 years before Columbus. The Mullins family married into the Cherokee
Indians and I believe this is where the sprit world was brought through the family.
One family trait has been noticed is a large knot on the base of the skull and the spinal cord. My Father and aunt
had this trait, and I have grandchildren that have this trait, but I do not. I have noticed with discussion of the
close family members and distant cousins that they have issues relating to the sprit world or ESP. This information
is widely discussed between other Mulegon families. This Mulegon word could be misspelled but there is other information
on the internet and several books that have been written on this subject.
According to a close relative that is in tune with the spirit world, I introduced her to the house in 2012
and she was amazed at the number of sprits in the basement and upstairs. She had some contact with the spirits
that were left behind. One stood out more than the rest he was the brother of George Mullins that was shot and
killed by their father, Harmon Mullins.
Harmon had been brain injured in the war around the 1800s. Edna Mullins a daughter of George Mullins and my great
aunt was also in tune with the sprit world. When I was a young child I stayed with my grandparents in the stone
house many times over several years. I'm not in tune with the sprit world, and I never believed this spirit world
thing until I visited Central America in 2009.
Some of my relatives have this ability and these members I believe also have the true Mulegon bloodline, inherited
through the Mullins family that came to America 75 years before Columbus. The Mullins family married into the Cherokee
Indians and I believe this is where the sprit world was brought through the family.
One family trait has been noticed is a large knot on the base of the skull and the spinal cord. My Father and aunt
had this trait, and I have grandchildren that have this trait, but I do not. I have noticed with discussion of the
close family members and distant cousins that they have issues relating to the sprit world or ESP. This information
is widely discussed between other Mulegon families. This Mulegon word could be misspelled but there is other information
on the internet and several books that have been written on this subject.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Hygiene Queen
()
Date: July 15, 2013 08:39AM
bondoson88 Wrote:
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> I once had a patient that had expired down the end
> of the hall. She was in room 210a by herself, and
> there were only maybe a couple of other patients
> in other rooms in the same area whom could not get
> up OOB. All of a sudden a call light goes on and I
> look to see who it is and guess who? It was room
> 210a. I am thinking and saying out loud to my
> co-workers "someone come down there with me!"
> Light was on and the patient was still dead
> waiting for the morturary. Now 20 years later on
> that same floor that section had been renovated to
> be the ultrasound area, but was in the process of
> becoming a patient room again. The call button
> system was not supposed to be hooked up to the
> nursing station. Anyways, the nurses that work on
> that floor now are all new staff and I was telling
> them about that story. well the next day
> apparently the call system kept going off in that
> area and kept paging this one really new nurse all
> night. I guess it freaked her out esp after that
> incident that happened. I do think that there is
> something down that hall, but like I told those
> nurses, don't worry it's a nice ghost!
Waaaaaaay back in my wild and crazy days, some friends and I went out on the town and whooped it up. I was just too dang tired to drive all the way home at 4 in the morning, so I crashed at my friend, J's house.
We sharing a bed in J's room (and before you think I was some cheap tart, I'll mention here he was very gay and very harmless to me!!!).
Anyway, we fell asleep, but after some time (?) I was suddenly quite awake. My eyes wandered off to the corner of J's room and, God as my witness, there stood a man in what looked like a fedora and long coat.
He was like a shadow, but he was blacker than the black of the room.
It is hard to explain. I can only say he was "blacker than black" and he was definitely there.
He was very tall and he was absolutely terrifying. He did not move, but he gave off an aura of fear, evil, and just bad bad feelings.
I was so incredibly scared, I was frozen. I closed my eyes and kept telling myself it was in my head. I eventually fell back asleep, believe it or not.
The next morning (ok, ok.... it was probably 2pm!) my friend J wakes me up by grabbing my shoulder and shaking the hell out of me.
I will never forget the look on his face. He was FREAKED.
He said, "Oh my God, last night I saw something!"
WHOA!
We were ******* our pants as we realized we had NOT been dreaming. We BOTH saw it and were unaware the other had saw it too until then.
The only difference is that, while I saw waaay it across the room... J saw it... at the foot of the bed against the wall... AAAAAAAAARGHHHH!!!!!!!
I told J this, "I hope you saw it BEFORE I did!"
He asked me why.
I said, "Because I like to think when I saw it, it was moving AWAY from us... not TOWARD us!!!"
He hadn't thought of that and looked like he was going to puke.
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> I once had a patient that had expired down the end
> of the hall. She was in room 210a by herself, and
> there were only maybe a couple of other patients
> in other rooms in the same area whom could not get
> up OOB. All of a sudden a call light goes on and I
> look to see who it is and guess who? It was room
> 210a. I am thinking and saying out loud to my
> co-workers "someone come down there with me!"
> Light was on and the patient was still dead
> waiting for the morturary. Now 20 years later on
> that same floor that section had been renovated to
> be the ultrasound area, but was in the process of
> becoming a patient room again. The call button
> system was not supposed to be hooked up to the
> nursing station. Anyways, the nurses that work on
> that floor now are all new staff and I was telling
> them about that story. well the next day
> apparently the call system kept going off in that
> area and kept paging this one really new nurse all
> night. I guess it freaked her out esp after that
> incident that happened. I do think that there is
> something down that hall, but like I told those
> nurses, don't worry it's a nice ghost!
Waaaaaaay back in my wild and crazy days, some friends and I went out on the town and whooped it up. I was just too dang tired to drive all the way home at 4 in the morning, so I crashed at my friend, J's house.
We sharing a bed in J's room (and before you think I was some cheap tart, I'll mention here he was very gay and very harmless to me!!!).
Anyway, we fell asleep, but after some time (?) I was suddenly quite awake. My eyes wandered off to the corner of J's room and, God as my witness, there stood a man in what looked like a fedora and long coat.
He was like a shadow, but he was blacker than the black of the room.
It is hard to explain. I can only say he was "blacker than black" and he was definitely there.
He was very tall and he was absolutely terrifying. He did not move, but he gave off an aura of fear, evil, and just bad bad feelings.
I was so incredibly scared, I was frozen. I closed my eyes and kept telling myself it was in my head. I eventually fell back asleep, believe it or not.
The next morning (ok, ok.... it was probably 2pm!) my friend J wakes me up by grabbing my shoulder and shaking the hell out of me.
I will never forget the look on his face. He was FREAKED.
He said, "Oh my God, last night I saw something!"
WHOA!
We were ******* our pants as we realized we had NOT been dreaming. We BOTH saw it and were unaware the other had saw it too until then.
The only difference is that, while I saw waaay it across the room... J saw it... at the foot of the bed against the wall... AAAAAAAAARGHHHH!!!!!!!
I told J this, "I hope you saw it BEFORE I did!"
He asked me why.
I said, "Because I like to think when I saw it, it was moving AWAY from us... not TOWARD us!!!"
He hadn't thought of that and looked like he was going to puke.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Hygiene Queen
()
Date: July 15, 2013 08:39AM
Okay, here's the second part.
About a month or so after what happened in my previous post, I was at my friend L's house after work... it was probably around 1 am or so.
We were just sitting in the basement of her house talking and laughing (especially making fun of her teenage sister who was talking and giggling like a gushing fool to some boy on the phone upstairs).
I mention this, because I want to stress that we were not talking about anything scary, freaky, depressing or anything like that. We were in a very good mood.
We were going to head upstairs and L reached over to switch off the lamp on the end table.
No sooner than she had flicked the switch, the "blacker than black" guy was clearly visible and, I **** you not, was gliding toward us... fast.
(I just had a lurch in my gut remembering this.)
Again, it was blacker than anything else... and this time it seemed so black it almost seemed to have a bit of a glow (?) around it? It is so very hard to describe.
L and I are both are blubbering jibberish (you know, your soooo scared nothing comes out of your mouth) and we are fighting over the light switch.
We darn near toppled the lamp but L got the switch.
When that light came on, I tell you, L looked like death.
I'm sure I looked the same way.
We could NOT believe it.
And it was very upsetting to me, because I just had a very similar experience with my friend J.
Was something following ME?
It was scary, I tell you.
Really, the first time it happened, I thought it was soooo weird, it could never occur again. That would be my big "ghost story" of a lifetime.
But noooooo.
Both times, I had a witness.
I had never heard of such an apparition, but, let me tell you, I did find online, several descriptions of such a thing and it was freaky to learn it was not unique.
Why a fedora? Why a trench coat?
It was bizarre.
If these things had not happened to ME, so much I've read right here on this thread would seem unbelievable. But I know weird things DO happen.
You can also be sure I don't go around telling this story to just anyone. Who'd believe it?
About a month or so after what happened in my previous post, I was at my friend L's house after work... it was probably around 1 am or so.
We were just sitting in the basement of her house talking and laughing (especially making fun of her teenage sister who was talking and giggling like a gushing fool to some boy on the phone upstairs).
I mention this, because I want to stress that we were not talking about anything scary, freaky, depressing or anything like that. We were in a very good mood.
We were going to head upstairs and L reached over to switch off the lamp on the end table.
No sooner than she had flicked the switch, the "blacker than black" guy was clearly visible and, I **** you not, was gliding toward us... fast.
(I just had a lurch in my gut remembering this.)
Again, it was blacker than anything else... and this time it seemed so black it almost seemed to have a bit of a glow (?) around it? It is so very hard to describe.
L and I are both are blubbering jibberish (you know, your soooo scared nothing comes out of your mouth) and we are fighting over the light switch.
We darn near toppled the lamp but L got the switch.
When that light came on, I tell you, L looked like death.
I'm sure I looked the same way.
We could NOT believe it.
And it was very upsetting to me, because I just had a very similar experience with my friend J.
Was something following ME?
It was scary, I tell you.
Really, the first time it happened, I thought it was soooo weird, it could never occur again. That would be my big "ghost story" of a lifetime.
But noooooo.
Both times, I had a witness.
I had never heard of such an apparition, but, let me tell you, I did find online, several descriptions of such a thing and it was freaky to learn it was not unique.
Why a fedora? Why a trench coat?
It was bizarre.
If these things had not happened to ME, so much I've read right here on this thread would seem unbelievable. But I know weird things DO happen.
You can also be sure I don't go around telling this story to just anyone. Who'd believe it?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
edna
()
Date: July 15, 2013 09:11AM
J.S. Hamilton Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> I'm the great grandson of Logging George Mullins,
> owner of the Stone house in Clintwood, VA built in
> 1920.
> According to a close relative that is in tune with
> the spirit world, I introduced her to the house in
> 2012
> and she was amazed at the number of sprits in the
> basement and upstairs. She had some contact with
> the spirits
> that were left behind. One stood out more than the
> rest he was the brother of George Mullins that was
> shot and
> killed by their father, Harmon Mullins.
>
> Harmon had been brain injured in the war around
> the 1800s. Edna Mullins a daughter of George
> Mullins and my great
> aunt was also in tune with the sprit world. When I
> was a young child I stayed with my grandparents in
> the stone
> house many times over several years. I'm not in
> tune with the sprit world, and I never believed
> this spirit world
> thing until I visited Central America in 2009.
>
> Some of my relatives have this ability and these
> members I believe also have the true Mulegon
> bloodline, inherited
> through the Mullins family that came to America 75
> years before Columbus. The Mullins family married
> into the Cherokee
> Indians and I believe this is where the sprit
> world was brought through the family.
>
> One family trait has been noticed is a large knot
> on the base of the skull and the spinal cord. My
> Father and aunt
> had this trait, and I have grandchildren that have
> this trait, but I do not. I have noticed with
> discussion of the
> close family members and distant cousins that they
> have issues relating to the sprit world or ESP.
> This information
> is widely discussed between other Mulegon
> families. This Mulegon word could be misspelled
> but there is other information
> on the internet and several books that have been
> written on this subject.
Years ago Edna's son and daughter-in-law spent the night in the old stone house. They were fussing and she got up
and went to another bedroom. Her doorknob kept turning and she told him if he didn't stop she would go tell his mother.
It kept turning and she got up opened the door, no one was there. She looked in his room and he was sound asleep.
Needless to say she got in bed with him and fell asleep. I am Edna's great granddaughter and I have been in the house.
Also my mamaw said that one night she stayed all night with Edna and she slept in a room by herself, a spirit pinned
her down to the bed. I live beside the stone house and it is a beautiful sight!
-------------------------------------------------------
> I'm the great grandson of Logging George Mullins,
> owner of the Stone house in Clintwood, VA built in
> 1920.
> According to a close relative that is in tune with
> the spirit world, I introduced her to the house in
> 2012
> and she was amazed at the number of sprits in the
> basement and upstairs. She had some contact with
> the spirits
> that were left behind. One stood out more than the
> rest he was the brother of George Mullins that was
> shot and
> killed by their father, Harmon Mullins.
>
> Harmon had been brain injured in the war around
> the 1800s. Edna Mullins a daughter of George
> Mullins and my great
> aunt was also in tune with the sprit world. When I
> was a young child I stayed with my grandparents in
> the stone
> house many times over several years. I'm not in
> tune with the sprit world, and I never believed
> this spirit world
> thing until I visited Central America in 2009.
>
> Some of my relatives have this ability and these
> members I believe also have the true Mulegon
> bloodline, inherited
> through the Mullins family that came to America 75
> years before Columbus. The Mullins family married
> into the Cherokee
> Indians and I believe this is where the sprit
> world was brought through the family.
>
> One family trait has been noticed is a large knot
> on the base of the skull and the spinal cord. My
> Father and aunt
> had this trait, and I have grandchildren that have
> this trait, but I do not. I have noticed with
> discussion of the
> close family members and distant cousins that they
> have issues relating to the sprit world or ESP.
> This information
> is widely discussed between other Mulegon
> families. This Mulegon word could be misspelled
> but there is other information
> on the internet and several books that have been
> written on this subject.
Years ago Edna's son and daughter-in-law spent the night in the old stone house. They were fussing and she got up
and went to another bedroom. Her doorknob kept turning and she told him if he didn't stop she would go tell his mother.
It kept turning and she got up opened the door, no one was there. She looked in his room and he was sound asleep.
Needless to say she got in bed with him and fell asleep. I am Edna's great granddaughter and I have been in the house.
Also my mamaw said that one night she stayed all night with Edna and she slept in a room by herself, a spirit pinned
her down to the bed. I live beside the stone house and it is a beautiful sight!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
caseyojua @gmail.com
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Date: July 15, 2013 09:27AM
edna Wrote:
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> J.S. Hamilton Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I'm the great grandson of Logging George
> Mullins,
> > owner of the Stone house in Clintwood, VA built
> in
> > 1920.
> > According to a close relative that is in tune
> with
> > the spirit world, I introduced her to the house
> in
> > 2012
> > and she was amazed at the number of sprits in
> the
> > basement and upstairs. She had some contact
> with
> > the spirits
> > that were left behind. One stood out more than
> the
> > rest he was the brother of George Mullins that
> was
> > shot and
> > killed by their father, Harmon Mullins.
> >
> > Harmon had been brain injured in the war around
> > the 1800s. Edna Mullins a daughter of George
> > Mullins and my great
> > aunt was also in tune with the sprit world. When
> I
> > was a young child I stayed with my grandparents
> in
> > the stone
> > house many times over several years. I'm not in
> > tune with the sprit world, and I never believed
> > this spirit world
> > thing until I visited Central America in 2009.
> >
> > Some of my relatives have this ability and
> these
> > members I believe also have the true Mulegon
> > bloodline, inherited
> > through the Mullins family that came to America
> 75
> > years before Columbus. The Mullins family
> married
> > into the Cherokee
> > Indians and I believe this is where the sprit
> > world was brought through the family.
> >
> > One family trait has been noticed is a large
> knot
> > on the base of the skull and the spinal cord.
> My
> > Father and aunt
> > had this trait, and I have grandchildren that
> have
> > this trait, but I do not. I have noticed with
> > discussion of the
> > close family members and distant cousins that
> they
> > have issues relating to the sprit world or ESP.
> > This information
> > is widely discussed between other Mulegon
> > families. This Mulegon word could be misspelled
> > but there is other information
> > on the internet and several books that have
> been
> > written on this subject.
>
>
> Years ago Edna's son and daughter-in-law spent the
> night in the old stone house. They were fussing
> and she got up
> and went to another bedroom. Her doorknob kept
> turning and she told him if he didn't stop she
> would go tell his mother.
> It kept turning and she got up opened the door, no
> one was there. She looked in his room and he was
> sound asleep.
> Needless to say she got in bed with him and fell
> asleep. I am Edna's great granddaughter and I have
> been in the house.
> Also my mamaw said that one night she stayed all
> night with Edna and she slept in a room by
> herself, a spirit pinned
> her down to the bed. I live beside the stone house
> and it is a beautiful sight!
What a great story! I believe we're related your great grandma's brother, Clarence was my great grandfather! I have letters that talk about Edna Mullins and the rest of the siblings. Email me so we can exchange family info! - Casey caseyojua @gmail.com.
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> J.S. Hamilton Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I'm the great grandson of Logging George
> Mullins,
> > owner of the Stone house in Clintwood, VA built
> in
> > 1920.
> > According to a close relative that is in tune
> with
> > the spirit world, I introduced her to the house
> in
> > 2012
> > and she was amazed at the number of sprits in
> the
> > basement and upstairs. She had some contact
> with
> > the spirits
> > that were left behind. One stood out more than
> the
> > rest he was the brother of George Mullins that
> was
> > shot and
> > killed by their father, Harmon Mullins.
> >
> > Harmon had been brain injured in the war around
> > the 1800s. Edna Mullins a daughter of George
> > Mullins and my great
> > aunt was also in tune with the sprit world. When
> I
> > was a young child I stayed with my grandparents
> in
> > the stone
> > house many times over several years. I'm not in
> > tune with the sprit world, and I never believed
> > this spirit world
> > thing until I visited Central America in 2009.
> >
> > Some of my relatives have this ability and
> these
> > members I believe also have the true Mulegon
> > bloodline, inherited
> > through the Mullins family that came to America
> 75
> > years before Columbus. The Mullins family
> married
> > into the Cherokee
> > Indians and I believe this is where the sprit
> > world was brought through the family.
> >
> > One family trait has been noticed is a large
> knot
> > on the base of the skull and the spinal cord.
> My
> > Father and aunt
> > had this trait, and I have grandchildren that
> have
> > this trait, but I do not. I have noticed with
> > discussion of the
> > close family members and distant cousins that
> they
> > have issues relating to the sprit world or ESP.
> > This information
> > is widely discussed between other Mulegon
> > families. This Mulegon word could be misspelled
> > but there is other information
> > on the internet and several books that have
> been
> > written on this subject.
>
>
> Years ago Edna's son and daughter-in-law spent the
> night in the old stone house. They were fussing
> and she got up
> and went to another bedroom. Her doorknob kept
> turning and she told him if he didn't stop she
> would go tell his mother.
> It kept turning and she got up opened the door, no
> one was there. She looked in his room and he was
> sound asleep.
> Needless to say she got in bed with him and fell
> asleep. I am Edna's great granddaughter and I have
> been in the house.
> Also my mamaw said that one night she stayed all
> night with Edna and she slept in a room by
> herself, a spirit pinned
> her down to the bed. I live beside the stone house
> and it is a beautiful sight!
What a great story! I believe we're related your great grandma's brother, Clarence was my great grandfather! I have letters that talk about Edna Mullins and the rest of the siblings. Email me so we can exchange family info! - Casey caseyojua @gmail.com.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
RNMom2010
()
Date: July 15, 2013 09:46AM
Hygiene Queen Wrote:
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> Okay, here's the second part.
>
> About a month or so after what happened in my
> previous post, I was at my friend L's house after
> work... it was probably around 1 am or so.
> We were just sitting in the basement of her house
> talking and laughing (especially making fun of her
> teenage sister who was talking and giggling like a
> gushing fool to some boy on the phone upstairs).
> I mention this, because I want to stress that we
> were not talking about anything scary, freaky,
> depressing or anything like that. We were in a
> very good mood.
> We were going to head upstairs and L reached over
> to switch off the lamp on the end table.
> No sooner than she had flicked the switch, the
> "blacker than black" guy was clearly visible and,
> I **** you not, was gliding toward us... fast.
> (I just had a lurch in my gut remembering this.)
> Again, it was blacker than anything else... and
> this time it seemed so black it almost seemed to
> have a bit of a glow (?) around it? It is so very
> hard to describe.
> L and I are both are blubbering jibberish (you
> know, your soooo scared nothing comes out of your
> mouth) and we are fighting over the light switch.
> We darn near toppled the lamp but L got the
> switch.
> When that light came on, I tell you, L looked
> like death.
> I'm sure I looked the same way.
> We could NOT believe it.
> And it was very upsetting to me, because I just
> had a very similar experience with my friend J.
> Was something following ME?
> It was scary, I tell you.
> Really, the first time it happened, I thought it
> was soooo weird, it could never occur again. That
> would be my big "ghost story" of a lifetime.
> But noooooo.
> Both times, I had a witness.
> I had never heard of such an apparition, but, let
> me tell you, I did find online, several
> descriptions of such a thing and it was freaky to
> learn it was not unique.
> Why a fedora? Why a trench coat?
> It was bizarre.
> If these things had not happened to ME, so much
> I've read right here on this thread would seem
> unbelievable. But I know weird things DO happen.
>
> You can also be sure I don't go around telling
> this story to just anyone. Who'd believe it?
I have a fedora and trench story myself!
My friend lived in an older part of town on top of a beauty shop. She used to tell me about this guy who stood in her kitchen who was a side sillouhette (sp) of a man in a fedora and trench coat. She said that when she would close her bedroom door at night he would bang on it loudly, but he would leave her alone when she left it open.
I used to stay over at her house because she lived a ways from me and one night I was sleeping on her sofa and woke up, looked into the kitchen and there he was......watching me back. That time around I just went back to the sofa and hid under the covers! Next time I was staying over I was sleeping on the futon in her 2nd bedroom and suddenly out of nowhere something shook me out of a dead sleep. I woke up in time to see a black shadow gliding out of the door. Um yeah ok this time I hauled butt and slept on my friends floor!! For some reason he would not come into her bedroom, but apparently he had full run of the rest of the house! We saw him a lot after that, catching him out of the corner of our eyes, feeling this heaviness and senssation of being watched and even at times, touched. I don't think he was evil, just displaced and probably wondering why we were in HIS house!!
-------------------------------------------------------
> Okay, here's the second part.
>
> About a month or so after what happened in my
> previous post, I was at my friend L's house after
> work... it was probably around 1 am or so.
> We were just sitting in the basement of her house
> talking and laughing (especially making fun of her
> teenage sister who was talking and giggling like a
> gushing fool to some boy on the phone upstairs).
> I mention this, because I want to stress that we
> were not talking about anything scary, freaky,
> depressing or anything like that. We were in a
> very good mood.
> We were going to head upstairs and L reached over
> to switch off the lamp on the end table.
> No sooner than she had flicked the switch, the
> "blacker than black" guy was clearly visible and,
> I **** you not, was gliding toward us... fast.
> (I just had a lurch in my gut remembering this.)
> Again, it was blacker than anything else... and
> this time it seemed so black it almost seemed to
> have a bit of a glow (?) around it? It is so very
> hard to describe.
> L and I are both are blubbering jibberish (you
> know, your soooo scared nothing comes out of your
> mouth) and we are fighting over the light switch.
> We darn near toppled the lamp but L got the
> switch.
> When that light came on, I tell you, L looked
> like death.
> I'm sure I looked the same way.
> We could NOT believe it.
> And it was very upsetting to me, because I just
> had a very similar experience with my friend J.
> Was something following ME?
> It was scary, I tell you.
> Really, the first time it happened, I thought it
> was soooo weird, it could never occur again. That
> would be my big "ghost story" of a lifetime.
> But noooooo.
> Both times, I had a witness.
> I had never heard of such an apparition, but, let
> me tell you, I did find online, several
> descriptions of such a thing and it was freaky to
> learn it was not unique.
> Why a fedora? Why a trench coat?
> It was bizarre.
> If these things had not happened to ME, so much
> I've read right here on this thread would seem
> unbelievable. But I know weird things DO happen.
>
> You can also be sure I don't go around telling
> this story to just anyone. Who'd believe it?
I have a fedora and trench story myself!
My friend lived in an older part of town on top of a beauty shop. She used to tell me about this guy who stood in her kitchen who was a side sillouhette (sp) of a man in a fedora and trench coat. She said that when she would close her bedroom door at night he would bang on it loudly, but he would leave her alone when she left it open.
I used to stay over at her house because she lived a ways from me and one night I was sleeping on her sofa and woke up, looked into the kitchen and there he was......watching me back. That time around I just went back to the sofa and hid under the covers! Next time I was staying over I was sleeping on the futon in her 2nd bedroom and suddenly out of nowhere something shook me out of a dead sleep. I woke up in time to see a black shadow gliding out of the door. Um yeah ok this time I hauled butt and slept on my friends floor!! For some reason he would not come into her bedroom, but apparently he had full run of the rest of the house! We saw him a lot after that, catching him out of the corner of our eyes, feeling this heaviness and senssation of being watched and even at times, touched. I don't think he was evil, just displaced and probably wondering why we were in HIS house!!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Hygiene Queen
()
Date: July 15, 2013 09:50AM
http://www.abovetopsecret.com/forum/thread215062/pg1
AND...
http://www.ghostlytalk.com/node/502
These are just two I can find right now about the "Hat Man".
I mean, seriously, what gives?
I never had heard of it before and it just seems... well... plain silly that there is something floating all over the world scaring people and wearing, of all things, a top hat or fedora!
It was scary!!!!!!!!
...could it be.... SATAN?????????????
(sorry, couldn't resist!)
AND...
http://www.ghostlytalk.com/node/502
These are just two I can find right now about the "Hat Man".
I mean, seriously, what gives?
I never had heard of it before and it just seems... well... plain silly that there is something floating all over the world scaring people and wearing, of all things, a top hat or fedora!
It was scary!!!!!!!!
...could it be.... SATAN?????????????
(sorry, couldn't resist!)
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
yousoldtheworld
()
Date: July 15, 2013 09:55AM
At the nursing home I used to work at, it was a well known fact that VERY often, residents would complain about seeing children in their rooms, and within a few days, they'd pass. I only worked there for about four months, but just in that time, I remember six different people who passed away after complaining about the children.
The one time I was present for the actual death, I remember very clearly. It was actually the first time I'd heard of the children phenomenon. I was working the 5 p.m. - 5 a.m. shift, and one of my patients had mentioned seeing children a couple of times in the previous couple of days, but she was suffering from dementia and I didn't think much of it. I got her ready for bed, she was acting like herself and things had been going pretty smoothly. Around 11:00 or so, her call light was going off. I went in to check on her, and she said "Those children are in here again, and I'm trying to sleep. Can you make them leave?" I reassured her that no one was there, opened her closet and bathroom so she could see, and went back into the hall. About 15 minutes later, her light was on again. I went in and she was a little more stressed. "I really can't sleep with these kids in here talking!!!" I tried to calm her down, and went back out. Not even five minutes later, her call light is going off again and she's calling out for help. I rush down and she's sitting up in bed, looking terrified. "Please help, that man came in here and he won't get his kids out. I'm scared." I was starting to get a little alarmed, but I talked to her for a few minutes, calmed her down, and went back into the hall. Immediately both her call light, the empty bed beside her's call light, and a call light across the hall started going off and she was screaming for us to make the man leave. The nurse came back from her lunch break gave her something for anxiety. I told the nurse about what had been happening, and her face went white. She told me that it was a regular occurring thing at the facility for patients to talk about seeing children in days before they passed away, but none had ever mentioned a man. I was freaked out, and I went in to check on her. She was sleeping comfortably, so I checked in with my nurses and went on my lunch break.
When I returned 45 minutes later, she had passed. Earlier in the night, she'd seemed fine (aside from the anxiety) and her vitals had been good. It was really unexpected.
The same facility also had a closed down wing that was no longer used, except for storage. Every once in a while, one of us would have to run down there to get something like an extra chair or table out of storage, and every person I worked with on nights had at least a story or two about creepy things they'd seen down there. The first time I went down there to get something, I swore I saw a man walking behind me in the reflection of one of those round mirrors that they put in corners so you can see down both halls. Another time, I walked into one of the rooms to get something and a desk just fell over. Most of the people I worked with refused to go down there alone.
The one time I was present for the actual death, I remember very clearly. It was actually the first time I'd heard of the children phenomenon. I was working the 5 p.m. - 5 a.m. shift, and one of my patients had mentioned seeing children a couple of times in the previous couple of days, but she was suffering from dementia and I didn't think much of it. I got her ready for bed, she was acting like herself and things had been going pretty smoothly. Around 11:00 or so, her call light was going off. I went in to check on her, and she said "Those children are in here again, and I'm trying to sleep. Can you make them leave?" I reassured her that no one was there, opened her closet and bathroom so she could see, and went back into the hall. About 15 minutes later, her light was on again. I went in and she was a little more stressed. "I really can't sleep with these kids in here talking!!!" I tried to calm her down, and went back out. Not even five minutes later, her call light is going off again and she's calling out for help. I rush down and she's sitting up in bed, looking terrified. "Please help, that man came in here and he won't get his kids out. I'm scared." I was starting to get a little alarmed, but I talked to her for a few minutes, calmed her down, and went back into the hall. Immediately both her call light, the empty bed beside her's call light, and a call light across the hall started going off and she was screaming for us to make the man leave. The nurse came back from her lunch break gave her something for anxiety. I told the nurse about what had been happening, and her face went white. She told me that it was a regular occurring thing at the facility for patients to talk about seeing children in days before they passed away, but none had ever mentioned a man. I was freaked out, and I went in to check on her. She was sleeping comfortably, so I checked in with my nurses and went on my lunch break.
When I returned 45 minutes later, she had passed. Earlier in the night, she'd seemed fine (aside from the anxiety) and her vitals had been good. It was really unexpected.
The same facility also had a closed down wing that was no longer used, except for storage. Every once in a while, one of us would have to run down there to get something like an extra chair or table out of storage, and every person I worked with on nights had at least a story or two about creepy things they'd seen down there. The first time I went down there to get something, I swore I saw a man walking behind me in the reflection of one of those round mirrors that they put in corners so you can see down both halls. Another time, I walked into one of the rooms to get something and a desk just fell over. Most of the people I worked with refused to go down there alone.
Ghost Picture at Carnival
Posted by:
Neal Farley
()
Date: July 15, 2013 09:56AM
Full body apparition at the Carnival Grounds. My Unofficial Forensic Report On This Picture.
Question: This is nothing but the lady’s own shadow?
You know I love a good challenge when it comes to the paranormal, and make mistakes just like everyone else.
I have always tried to seek the truth and if I make a mistake I will correct it.
There kind of a rule in paranormal photography to always try and take two of the same shot to verify if it
was there or not. But heck I'm on vacation taking pictures of the annual Chincoteague carnival I’m not looking
for spirits!
Well Is should know that were I am there are always spirits!
Ok back to the picture.
The first thing I always try to do is go back and check to make sure that the pictures is what I think it is.
My first thought was this is nothing but the lady’s shadow!
Then I looked much closer and realized that forensically it was not making sense.
So I went back to the carnival and took a second look at lights, angles, and distance and anything else I could
think of.
1st The only above lights are in front facing us with the exception of the string light which are 100 yards
behind her at the entrance of the grounds.
The only other light source is coming out of the inside of the buildings but that is the wrong angle.
2nd The white building absorbed most of my flash so it can’t cast an 85 ft. Shadow.
3rd The angle of the gutter shadow would put it on her right not her left.
4th There are no shadows coming off of any of the other people.
5th The distance, angle, and size of the apparitions.
The distance between the woman and the shadow was 85 yards and almost straight behind her and is way too big
to be hers at that distance.
6th There are faces that I see with eyes nose and mouth.
7th And final I thought saw the woman spirit in the middle of the three apparitions following us!
OK that's my non official forensic report! and why I felt safe to post it.
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Question: This is nothing but the lady’s own shadow?
You know I love a good challenge when it comes to the paranormal, and make mistakes just like everyone else.
I have always tried to seek the truth and if I make a mistake I will correct it.
There kind of a rule in paranormal photography to always try and take two of the same shot to verify if it
was there or not. But heck I'm on vacation taking pictures of the annual Chincoteague carnival I’m not looking
for spirits!
Well Is should know that were I am there are always spirits!
Ok back to the picture.
The first thing I always try to do is go back and check to make sure that the pictures is what I think it is.
My first thought was this is nothing but the lady’s shadow!
Then I looked much closer and realized that forensically it was not making sense.
So I went back to the carnival and took a second look at lights, angles, and distance and anything else I could
think of.
1st The only above lights are in front facing us with the exception of the string light which are 100 yards
behind her at the entrance of the grounds.
The only other light source is coming out of the inside of the buildings but that is the wrong angle.
2nd The white building absorbed most of my flash so it can’t cast an 85 ft. Shadow.
3rd The angle of the gutter shadow would put it on her right not her left.
4th There are no shadows coming off of any of the other people.
5th The distance, angle, and size of the apparitions.
The distance between the woman and the shadow was 85 yards and almost straight behind her and is way too big
to be hers at that distance.
6th There are faces that I see with eyes nose and mouth.
7th And final I thought saw the woman spirit in the middle of the three apparitions following us!
OK that's my non official forensic report! and why I felt safe to post it.
Attachments:
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Photo Analysis
()
Date: July 15, 2013 10:03AM
Are you kidding? The quality of that picture is so bad how could anyone seriously analyze it and deduce anything!?!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
LanaConga
()
Date: July 15, 2013 10:09AM
My dad owns a house in annapolis, maryland that has been in his family for generations. it was built in 1735 or 1745 and was a farm house originally and also was a retirement home/hotel. anyways, it had underground slave tunnels that connected to the river and the mayor's house but those were paved over like 20 or so years ago. the house has a servants staircase that is hidden between the walls and the basement is filled with broken down furniture from over the generations. my dad and his siblings and his mother would always smell weird perfumes in certain rooms or stale tobacco (no one smokes). the lavender perfume was supposedly my great grandmothers and the tobacco my great grandfathers but the other smells no one knows the connection. my mother was giving a tour of the house and the attic especially with all its antiques to her friend who sells antiques in the middle of august in maryland when you know it is so hot your skin is melting off when her friend was advising her to sell the furniture at such and such price and maybe put the house on the market when the attic turned ice cold all of a sudden. my moms friend freaked out and had to leave the top floor. the neighbors have reported an odd sighting of an old lady in a rocking chair in the window knitting even though the house is supposed to be vacant. not to mention some part of human remains my dad and his sister unearthed in the backyard when they were digging when they were like 10 years old.he is 72 years old now. also at 1:30 am every night people who stay in the master bedroom have reported hearing a gun cocking noise and footsteps pacing the bed(the bed is a four poster super old antique with the house) there is also the story of when i was left in the car when i was like 4 years old in the backyard by the pond strapped into the seat of my moms car when they accidently left me in it (4 kids so im easily forgotten in the mileu of unloading kids) when i was asleep. i woke up at like 3 in the morning from some voices and all the cars lights were on. i started screaming and crying of course until someone found me. the lights were off too by the time someone found me. my cousins had other scary stories of the place that they refused to tell me. i know that inthe early 19th century it was a convalescent/retirement home. in the basement there is still crazy old lady clothing thats just too dirty/moth eaten to sell or give away. oh and there was also a local famous artist that stayed there in the 1930s and went crazy and disappeared. also, my mom says that when my great grandmother died of small pox someone was looking at her oil painting and they swore it turned 3 dimensional at the exact time of her death. anyways, i've stayed at the house and its freaky but i feel safe and so does my family. its mainly outsiders that have terrible experiences. yeah so i dunno if im a believer but life is just weird sometimes
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
ASMS
()
Date: July 15, 2013 01:00PM
I know the bridge well and my son has also told me the story of people seeing the man hanging from the center of the bridge. Also heard stories of noises and lights down by the river when noone is there. Local kids will often hang out there on the bridge to view or hear spirits.
I experienced a personal up close ghostly encounter myself when I was on the way to work. It was around 4am when I turned left off 621 onto the trestle bridge. It was near freezing and once on the bridge, saw a girl (around 20 years old) on the left side of the bridge walking away from me. I drove slow up to her while looking and thinking, "What is she doing out here in the pitch dark in a nightgown, no shoes and at this hour...!It is freezing out here!" Her sleeves were short and the gown came just below her knees. As I got closer she appeared totally gray in color from head to toe. My headlights were just about to pass her when she looked directly into the car at me. I only saw her for a split second but her face was also totally gray and without any color! Scared the crap out of me so I hit the gas and got out of there! I wanted to go back but to be honest....I was to afraid to go alone!
I don't know who she was or when she was alive but I am telling you she was a spirit. Her face had a sad look and almost annoyed or angry. She did not appear to be concerned that I was there at all (no fear what so ever). It was a look that kept me from turning around and going back.
I drove that same route to work and home for years but only saw her once. I plan on going back to the bridge at night and would love to be able to know more about the "spirit girl" that I saw that early morning. If anyone has had a similar experience or knows anything about this spirit I would love to hear about it.
If anyone has the time take route 211 west out of Warrenton, turn right onto route 688 towards Orlean. Go about a mile or so and when the road curves right down a hill turn left onto route 622. Drive slow as it is practically a one lane road. When you get to the trestle bridge open your window and listen to see if anyone is one the bridge (one vehicle at a time one the bridge, one car width and weight restrictions). Cross the river and park on the other side (be curtious to local residence).
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 07/15/2013 01:10PM by ASMS.
I experienced a personal up close ghostly encounter myself when I was on the way to work. It was around 4am when I turned left off 621 onto the trestle bridge. It was near freezing and once on the bridge, saw a girl (around 20 years old) on the left side of the bridge walking away from me. I drove slow up to her while looking and thinking, "What is she doing out here in the pitch dark in a nightgown, no shoes and at this hour...!It is freezing out here!" Her sleeves were short and the gown came just below her knees. As I got closer she appeared totally gray in color from head to toe. My headlights were just about to pass her when she looked directly into the car at me. I only saw her for a split second but her face was also totally gray and without any color! Scared the crap out of me so I hit the gas and got out of there! I wanted to go back but to be honest....I was to afraid to go alone!
I don't know who she was or when she was alive but I am telling you she was a spirit. Her face had a sad look and almost annoyed or angry. She did not appear to be concerned that I was there at all (no fear what so ever). It was a look that kept me from turning around and going back.
I drove that same route to work and home for years but only saw her once. I plan on going back to the bridge at night and would love to be able to know more about the "spirit girl" that I saw that early morning. If anyone has had a similar experience or knows anything about this spirit I would love to hear about it.
If anyone has the time take route 211 west out of Warrenton, turn right onto route 688 towards Orlean. Go about a mile or so and when the road curves right down a hill turn left onto route 622. Drive slow as it is practically a one lane road. When you get to the trestle bridge open your window and listen to see if anyone is one the bridge (one vehicle at a time one the bridge, one car width and weight restrictions). Cross the river and park on the other side (be curtious to local residence).
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 07/15/2013 01:10PM by ASMS.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Jolie Fan
()
Date: July 15, 2013 01:12PM
ASMS Wrote:
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> I know the bridge well and my son has also told me
> the story of people seeing the man hanging from
> the center of the bridge. Also heard stories of
> noises and lights down by the river when noone is
> there. Local kids will often hang out there on
> the bridge to view or hear spirits.
> I experienced a personal up close ghostly
> encounter myself when I was on the way to work.
> It was around 4am when I turned left off 621 onto
> the trestle bridge. It was near freezing and
> once on the bridge, saw a girl (around 20 years
> old) on the left side of the bridge walking away
> from me. I drove slow up to her while looking and
> thinking, "What is she doing out here in the pitch
> dark in a nightgown, no shoes and at this
> hour...!It is freezing out here!" Her sleeves
> were short and the gown came just below her knees.
> As I got closer she appeared totally gray in
> color from head to toe. My headlights were just
> about to pass her when she looked directly into
> the car at me. I only saw her for a split second
> but her face was also totally gray and without any
> color! Scared the crap out of me so I hit the gas
> and got out of there! I wanted to go back but to
> be honest....I was to afraid to go alone!
> I don't know who she was or when she was alive but
> I am telling you she was a spirit. Her face had a
> sad look and almost annoyed or angry. She did not
> appear to be concerned that I was there at all (no
> fear what so ever). It was a look that kept me
> from turning around and going back.
> I drove that same route to work and home for years
> but only saw her once. I plan on going back to
> the bridge at night and would love to be able to
> know more about the "spirit girl" that I saw that
> early morning. If anyone has had a similar
> experience or knows anything about this spirit I
> would love to hear about it.
> If anyone has the time take route 211 west out of
> Warrenton, turn right onto route 688 towards
> Orlean. Go about a mile or so and when the road
> curves right down a hill turn left onto route 622.
> Drive slow as it is practically a one lane road.
> When you get to the trestle bridge open your
> window and listen to see if anyone is one the
> bridge (one vehicle at a time one the bridge, one
> car width and weight restrictions). Cross the
> river and park on the other side (be curtious to
> local residence).
Where is this trestle bridge located?
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> I know the bridge well and my son has also told me
> the story of people seeing the man hanging from
> the center of the bridge. Also heard stories of
> noises and lights down by the river when noone is
> there. Local kids will often hang out there on
> the bridge to view or hear spirits.
> I experienced a personal up close ghostly
> encounter myself when I was on the way to work.
> It was around 4am when I turned left off 621 onto
> the trestle bridge. It was near freezing and
> once on the bridge, saw a girl (around 20 years
> old) on the left side of the bridge walking away
> from me. I drove slow up to her while looking and
> thinking, "What is she doing out here in the pitch
> dark in a nightgown, no shoes and at this
> hour...!It is freezing out here!" Her sleeves
> were short and the gown came just below her knees.
> As I got closer she appeared totally gray in
> color from head to toe. My headlights were just
> about to pass her when she looked directly into
> the car at me. I only saw her for a split second
> but her face was also totally gray and without any
> color! Scared the crap out of me so I hit the gas
> and got out of there! I wanted to go back but to
> be honest....I was to afraid to go alone!
> I don't know who she was or when she was alive but
> I am telling you she was a spirit. Her face had a
> sad look and almost annoyed or angry. She did not
> appear to be concerned that I was there at all (no
> fear what so ever). It was a look that kept me
> from turning around and going back.
> I drove that same route to work and home for years
> but only saw her once. I plan on going back to
> the bridge at night and would love to be able to
> know more about the "spirit girl" that I saw that
> early morning. If anyone has had a similar
> experience or knows anything about this spirit I
> would love to hear about it.
> If anyone has the time take route 211 west out of
> Warrenton, turn right onto route 688 towards
> Orlean. Go about a mile or so and when the road
> curves right down a hill turn left onto route 622.
> Drive slow as it is practically a one lane road.
> When you get to the trestle bridge open your
> window and listen to see if anyone is one the
> bridge (one vehicle at a time one the bridge, one
> car width and weight restrictions). Cross the
> river and park on the other side (be curtious to
> local residence).
Where is this trestle bridge located?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Jolie Fan
()
Date: July 15, 2013 01:12PM
Nevermind, just saw you updated your post, out near Warrenton.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
anna
()
Date: July 15, 2013 01:15PM
A couple nights ago, the Respiratory Therapist was telling us about a man that shows up and asks the nurse what
room Mr or Mrs So&So are in. The nurse tells him and within moments, that patient is crashing. Supposedly, no one
can remember what the "man" looked like afterwards.
Several seasoned ICU nurses and Respiratory Therapists swear this happens occasionally. I don't know if I buy it,
but I did find myself hugging my lab coat and following another RN to help when she
went to bathe her patient. (After story time!)
room Mr or Mrs So&So are in. The nurse tells him and within moments, that patient is crashing. Supposedly, no one
can remember what the "man" looked like afterwards.
Several seasoned ICU nurses and Respiratory Therapists swear this happens occasionally. I don't know if I buy it,
but I did find myself hugging my lab coat and following another RN to help when she
went to bathe her patient. (After story time!)
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
mondkmondk
()
Date: July 15, 2013 01:39PM
This just happened a few weeks ago and really really scared me. Our house was built in 2002 and was only owned by this other couple and us...but still, I know very little about the LAND...
Anyway, something woke me up and I looked at the clock: 4:51am. I heard music-y sounds and all of a sudden I realized it was coming from our family room, which is right next to the master bedroom, where I was. My son's toys (he is 16 mos. old) were piled up in a laundry basket and they were all going off except for one. Everyone was in bed and my 2 cats were snoozing at the foot of the bed, with one cat raising her head when I sat up. Our dog is outdoors in a pen. I had to bestill my beating heart and go in there to turn them all off. It couldn't have been the batteries either as we routinely replace the ones that sound like they are going dead. It was highly creepy.
Anyway, something woke me up and I looked at the clock: 4:51am. I heard music-y sounds and all of a sudden I realized it was coming from our family room, which is right next to the master bedroom, where I was. My son's toys (he is 16 mos. old) were piled up in a laundry basket and they were all going off except for one. Everyone was in bed and my 2 cats were snoozing at the foot of the bed, with one cat raising her head when I sat up. Our dog is outdoors in a pen. I had to bestill my beating heart and go in there to turn them all off. It couldn't have been the batteries either as we routinely replace the ones that sound like they are going dead. It was highly creepy.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Hygiene Queen
()
Date: July 15, 2013 01:58PM
mondkmondk Wrote:
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> This just happened a few weeks ago and really
> really scared me. Our house was built in 2002 and
> was only owned by this other couple and us...but
> still, I know very little about the LAND...
>
> Anyway, something woke me up and I looked at the
> clock: 4:51am. I heard music-y sounds and all of a
> sudden I realized it was coming from our family
> room, which is right next to the master bedroom,
> where I was. My son's toys (he is 16 mos. old)
> were piled up in a laundry basket and they were
> all going off except for one. Everyone was in bed
> and my 2 cats were snoozing at the foot of the
> bed, with one cat raising her head when I sat up.
> Our dog is outdoors in a pen. I had to bestill my
> beating heart and go in there to turn them all
> off. It couldn't have been the batteries either as
> we routinely replace the ones that sound like they
> are going dead. It was highly creepy.
You turned 'em all off, eh?
Are you same type of person who will "go check" on "a noise in the basement" and tell the others, "You stay here"?
LOL!!!!!!
Reminds me of that stupid "Bedtime Ernie", or whatever it was called. It was the Sesame Street Ernie doll that wore striped pajamas and talked and snored.
My son had one and I hated it!!!!!
Here's why:
One night after hubby and I were in bed asleep, my dear cat dragged it into our room like she was carrying a kitten. The stupid doll just snoring and talking away.
Well, being dead tired and not thrilled with Ernie at 3 in the morning, my husband got up, marched to the cat, rudely swiped away Ernie and tossed that dumb thing clear into the next room.
There is a "thud" as Ernie lands and then an EXTREMELY chipper and gay pronouncement from the next room, "I feel GREAT!!!!!!"
Hubby and I look into the room where Ernie was tossed, and there was that thing crumpled into a heap, face down on the floor...
Just enough outside light to see... and this mangled little body declares, yet again, "I feel GREAT!!!!!!"
It would not SHUT UP. It would be quiet and then start again. I tried shutting him off, but Ernie wasn't giving in that easily. He felt GREAT, dang it and you can't beat him down, man! Ya hear????!!!
I joked Ernie was mad at my husband for tossing him. I also said it probably would not be a wise idea to try to mangle his head in the garage... Ernie was channelling "Talking Tina's" evil spirit... he he.
Finally, we just performed a battery-ectomy.
Silly, but there's just something creepy about something that can take so much abuse and still "feel GREAT"!
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> This just happened a few weeks ago and really
> really scared me. Our house was built in 2002 and
> was only owned by this other couple and us...but
> still, I know very little about the LAND...
>
> Anyway, something woke me up and I looked at the
> clock: 4:51am. I heard music-y sounds and all of a
> sudden I realized it was coming from our family
> room, which is right next to the master bedroom,
> where I was. My son's toys (he is 16 mos. old)
> were piled up in a laundry basket and they were
> all going off except for one. Everyone was in bed
> and my 2 cats were snoozing at the foot of the
> bed, with one cat raising her head when I sat up.
> Our dog is outdoors in a pen. I had to bestill my
> beating heart and go in there to turn them all
> off. It couldn't have been the batteries either as
> we routinely replace the ones that sound like they
> are going dead. It was highly creepy.
You turned 'em all off, eh?
Are you same type of person who will "go check" on "a noise in the basement" and tell the others, "You stay here"?
LOL!!!!!!
Reminds me of that stupid "Bedtime Ernie", or whatever it was called. It was the Sesame Street Ernie doll that wore striped pajamas and talked and snored.
My son had one and I hated it!!!!!
Here's why:
One night after hubby and I were in bed asleep, my dear cat dragged it into our room like she was carrying a kitten. The stupid doll just snoring and talking away.
Well, being dead tired and not thrilled with Ernie at 3 in the morning, my husband got up, marched to the cat, rudely swiped away Ernie and tossed that dumb thing clear into the next room.
There is a "thud" as Ernie lands and then an EXTREMELY chipper and gay pronouncement from the next room, "I feel GREAT!!!!!!"
Hubby and I look into the room where Ernie was tossed, and there was that thing crumpled into a heap, face down on the floor...
Just enough outside light to see... and this mangled little body declares, yet again, "I feel GREAT!!!!!!"
It would not SHUT UP. It would be quiet and then start again. I tried shutting him off, but Ernie wasn't giving in that easily. He felt GREAT, dang it and you can't beat him down, man! Ya hear????!!!
I joked Ernie was mad at my husband for tossing him. I also said it probably would not be a wise idea to try to mangle his head in the garage... Ernie was channelling "Talking Tina's" evil spirit... he he.
Finally, we just performed a battery-ectomy.
Silly, but there's just something creepy about something that can take so much abuse and still "feel GREAT"!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
stacygirl
()
Date: July 15, 2013 02:27PM
That is too funny!! Reminds me of a talking toy my daughter had years ago. It was that one eyed monster from Monsters Inc. Well I was home alone, it was night and I desided it was the perfect opportunity to clean up daughter's room. So I'm cleaning away and all of the sudden that damn Monster Inc doll says "I've got my eye on you". Scared the crap-ola out of me! You have to pull its arm down for it to talk and here I was on the other side of the room, nowhere near it and it speaks! I'm sure there's a logical explaination - but at that moment I almost pee'd my pants. I ran out of there and called hubby to tell him it was time for him to come home.
Oh and the doll went off to GoodWill the next day... :uhoh21:
Oh and the doll went off to GoodWill the next day... :uhoh21:
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
CubbyRN
()
Date: July 15, 2013 02:35PM
Hi all! I am a new RN & also a new member of this great thread! I have been addicted to this particular thread as of have many stories of my own! I apologize these may be long but are very interesting!
1. Just last night I worked an overnight on my cardiac unit and one of the other nurse's patient died. We have big open windows at the end of each hallway. I was catching up on my charting when out of the corner of my eye I saw a black shadow moving down the hall and then we have a big file book that holds all of our MARs and it is always place in the middle of the table in the nurses station. It was not even close to the edge when all of a sudden after I saw the shadow passing the book flew off the table and slid across the floor. The shadow was moving towards the window at the end of the hall! Creepy!
2. My aunt passed away years ago very young and unexpectedly and the summer right before I began nursing school my boyfriends grandmother passed away who I really loved (she was one of the first people in his family who made me feel welcome!). I did not get to say goodbye to either of them. One night during that summer I was sleeping over my boyfriend's house in his room while he slept in the guest room. I thought I was having a dream when I realized I was completely awake and aware. My aunt and his grandmother were standing over me and they looked so bright and white and peaceful. They were standing over each side of the bed looking down at me smiling, they walked around the bed keeping their eyes on me, and then vanished. I think it was their way of saying goodbye. It was very scary at first but then peaceful, I think they watch over my boyfriend and I.
3. Lastly, (this may be long), the house I lived in before I moved out to go to nursing school (my parents house) had a ghost presence. The owner moved out and when we asked why he replied that his wife had died of cancer in the house and he believed she was still in there and it gave him too many memories to deal with it, so automatically my mother and I were creeped out! Not long after a lot of things began to happen. I had this picture of NYC with all of the little bulbs as lights of the city. At 3 am almost every night it would get freezing in my room, the channels would change on the tv of my mother and I (we are night owls) and the bulbs in my picture would blink extremely fast! Also, some nights our bedrooms doors would pound and we would all wake up thinking someone was in the house and the punding would stop! My boyfriend would come over and we would be the only ones home after school and we would hear someone throwing up in the bathroom and smell a perfume of an older women (she spent her last days vomiting r/t the cancer and tx sadly). Then one night I was sitting online on AIM at like 3-4am and I felt someone brushing through my hair and I saw my hair up in the air like someone was holding it. I thought it was my mother coming in to tell me to go to bed and I turned around and no one was there! I was so scared but I realized her presence was a kind caring one at times. Right after that a piece of paper came down from the ceiling fan and it was her obituary that her husband had tied to it! CREEPY! Lastly, I took photography my senior year in high school and I had this old camera I used for projects. One day my mother said the camera was across the room, turned around and on by itself, took a picture of her, then turned off. When I developed the picture, she was not in it but everything else in the background was! Even scarier when I was in the dark room at school alone developing the picture, a stool went flying clear across the room sending me flying out of there!
Sorry these are lengthy, I have just had a lot of these experience and I am a believer. I also love all the postings on this forum about the death experiences of your patients where they see their family members or loved ones who have passed come to greet them in the after life! Gives me hope and chills! Hope you enjoyed!
1. Just last night I worked an overnight on my cardiac unit and one of the other nurse's patient died. We have big open windows at the end of each hallway. I was catching up on my charting when out of the corner of my eye I saw a black shadow moving down the hall and then we have a big file book that holds all of our MARs and it is always place in the middle of the table in the nurses station. It was not even close to the edge when all of a sudden after I saw the shadow passing the book flew off the table and slid across the floor. The shadow was moving towards the window at the end of the hall! Creepy!
2. My aunt passed away years ago very young and unexpectedly and the summer right before I began nursing school my boyfriends grandmother passed away who I really loved (she was one of the first people in his family who made me feel welcome!). I did not get to say goodbye to either of them. One night during that summer I was sleeping over my boyfriend's house in his room while he slept in the guest room. I thought I was having a dream when I realized I was completely awake and aware. My aunt and his grandmother were standing over me and they looked so bright and white and peaceful. They were standing over each side of the bed looking down at me smiling, they walked around the bed keeping their eyes on me, and then vanished. I think it was their way of saying goodbye. It was very scary at first but then peaceful, I think they watch over my boyfriend and I.
3. Lastly, (this may be long), the house I lived in before I moved out to go to nursing school (my parents house) had a ghost presence. The owner moved out and when we asked why he replied that his wife had died of cancer in the house and he believed she was still in there and it gave him too many memories to deal with it, so automatically my mother and I were creeped out! Not long after a lot of things began to happen. I had this picture of NYC with all of the little bulbs as lights of the city. At 3 am almost every night it would get freezing in my room, the channels would change on the tv of my mother and I (we are night owls) and the bulbs in my picture would blink extremely fast! Also, some nights our bedrooms doors would pound and we would all wake up thinking someone was in the house and the punding would stop! My boyfriend would come over and we would be the only ones home after school and we would hear someone throwing up in the bathroom and smell a perfume of an older women (she spent her last days vomiting r/t the cancer and tx sadly). Then one night I was sitting online on AIM at like 3-4am and I felt someone brushing through my hair and I saw my hair up in the air like someone was holding it. I thought it was my mother coming in to tell me to go to bed and I turned around and no one was there! I was so scared but I realized her presence was a kind caring one at times. Right after that a piece of paper came down from the ceiling fan and it was her obituary that her husband had tied to it! CREEPY! Lastly, I took photography my senior year in high school and I had this old camera I used for projects. One day my mother said the camera was across the room, turned around and on by itself, took a picture of her, then turned off. When I developed the picture, she was not in it but everything else in the background was! Even scarier when I was in the dark room at school alone developing the picture, a stool went flying clear across the room sending me flying out of there!
Sorry these are lengthy, I have just had a lot of these experience and I am a believer. I also love all the postings on this forum about the death experiences of your patients where they see their family members or loved ones who have passed come to greet them in the after life! Gives me hope and chills! Hope you enjoyed!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ed in woodbridge
()
Date: July 15, 2013 02:38PM
Ed Wrote:
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> We lived on Valleywood Drive in the late 70's
> early 80's. Our house was definitely haunted. My
> brother and I on separate occasions (years apart)
> saw a man in white Civil War era clothing with
> long white hair in and about our house and walking
> the streets.
I grew up in Valleywood when Woodbridge Airport was still active. I did the survey work for Springwoods Dr. when they decommissioned the airport. The townhouses on Smoketown Rd look like they are on the old airport. There were quite a few people killed in accidents at the airport.
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> We lived on Valleywood Drive in the late 70's
> early 80's. Our house was definitely haunted. My
> brother and I on separate occasions (years apart)
> saw a man in white Civil War era clothing with
> long white hair in and about our house and walking
> the streets.
I grew up in Valleywood when Woodbridge Airport was still active. I did the survey work for Springwoods Dr. when they decommissioned the airport. The townhouses on Smoketown Rd look like they are on the old airport. There were quite a few people killed in accidents at the airport.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
DKH
()
Date: July 15, 2013 02:43PM
Last September I was sitting home alone at my computer desk. Hubby was on temporary duty and the kids were at friends houses.
All of a sudden I hear walking up above me in the upstairs hallway. OK not that big a deal as we hear this quite often in this
house. Well about 10 minutes later my living room TV comes on by itself. Now this freaked me out so I went out back on the patio
for a few minutes just to collect my thoughts. I came back in and searched the house just to make sure one of my kids hadn't come
back home and was messing with me.No one else was here but me and the dog and she stays by my side all the time. Over the next 30
minutes my kids came home and we all decided to sit in the living room and watch a movie. Where I was sitting on the couch I could
see when someone would come down the stairs.
Well I saw something out of the corner of my eye and when I looked in the direction of the staircase I noticed this white blur move
really quick and dart towards the dining room / computer room. Also not that unusual as this house has been very active from the start.
I decided not to mention it to the kids as I didn't want to freak them out anymore than necessary. I got up to go to the bathroom about
15 minutes later and just as I opened the bathroom door a black shadow moved in front of me towards the toilet. I let out a scream and
ended up scaring my kids and dog in the process. Now that was the first time I'd seen that or anything else in the bathroom. I don't know
what it was. Needless to say I decided to go upstairs to the bathroom.
All of a sudden I hear walking up above me in the upstairs hallway. OK not that big a deal as we hear this quite often in this
house. Well about 10 minutes later my living room TV comes on by itself. Now this freaked me out so I went out back on the patio
for a few minutes just to collect my thoughts. I came back in and searched the house just to make sure one of my kids hadn't come
back home and was messing with me.No one else was here but me and the dog and she stays by my side all the time. Over the next 30
minutes my kids came home and we all decided to sit in the living room and watch a movie. Where I was sitting on the couch I could
see when someone would come down the stairs.
Well I saw something out of the corner of my eye and when I looked in the direction of the staircase I noticed this white blur move
really quick and dart towards the dining room / computer room. Also not that unusual as this house has been very active from the start.
I decided not to mention it to the kids as I didn't want to freak them out anymore than necessary. I got up to go to the bathroom about
15 minutes later and just as I opened the bathroom door a black shadow moved in front of me towards the toilet. I let out a scream and
ended up scaring my kids and dog in the process. Now that was the first time I'd seen that or anything else in the bathroom. I don't know
what it was. Needless to say I decided to go upstairs to the bathroom.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Babs0512
()
Date: July 15, 2013 02:46PM
My Grandmother died when I was sixteen, so It's been 31 years since I've seen her, but many of her stories will live with me forever.
Grandma was an Irish Catholic, very devout. She moved here from Ireland when she was 15, and became a nurse. She married a police officer, my grandfather, whom I never met. They lived in Great Neck Long Island,NY. One day, my grandmother received a call, telling her that her husband, who was a motorcycle cop, was struck by a bus and died. My grandmother, along with the usualy grief and arrangements, was worried about how to raise her three boys, Daniel, the eldest 11y/o, Thomas (my father) 8 years old, and Gerald, the youngest, 6y/o. But, raise them she did. Life had to go on - was her motto.
Two months later, the three boys decided to go ice skating on the lake near their home, it was frozen. Gerald and Thomas started out onto the ice but Daniel wouldn't follow - he kept saying "We're going to get in trouble!" After a while, Thomas said to Gerald, let's go in. So they were headed toward shore when the ice cracked, and Gerald fell through the ice. The boy who would later be my father, Thomas, jumped in and tried to pull Gerald out - after several attemptes he was successful.
Over the next week, Gerald grew weaker. They didn't have easy access to x-rays 80 years ago, Gerald had developed Pneumonia, or so the doctor thought. He did come to see him daily, and administered PCN, but Gerald continued to get worse.
One day, with the stress and grief of her recently dead husaband, and now her dying son, my Grandmother was sitting next to gerald's bed, softly crying. Gerald reached his hand over and took my Grandmother hand and said "Don't cry Mommy, Jesus and Mary are right here and they want me to come with them." My grandmother asked "where are they Gerald" and Gerald pointed to the bottom of the bed. My grandmother picked up her rosery and said to Gerald "Well, I guess you shouldn't keep them waiting then" Gerald look at my grandmother and said "I love you Mommy" then he closed his eyes, and my Grandmother swears he died with a smile on his face.
This was of great comfort to my Grandmother, knowing Gerald was in heaven. I get goosbumps when I tell that story.
Blessings
Grandma was an Irish Catholic, very devout. She moved here from Ireland when she was 15, and became a nurse. She married a police officer, my grandfather, whom I never met. They lived in Great Neck Long Island,NY. One day, my grandmother received a call, telling her that her husband, who was a motorcycle cop, was struck by a bus and died. My grandmother, along with the usualy grief and arrangements, was worried about how to raise her three boys, Daniel, the eldest 11y/o, Thomas (my father) 8 years old, and Gerald, the youngest, 6y/o. But, raise them she did. Life had to go on - was her motto.
Two months later, the three boys decided to go ice skating on the lake near their home, it was frozen. Gerald and Thomas started out onto the ice but Daniel wouldn't follow - he kept saying "We're going to get in trouble!" After a while, Thomas said to Gerald, let's go in. So they were headed toward shore when the ice cracked, and Gerald fell through the ice. The boy who would later be my father, Thomas, jumped in and tried to pull Gerald out - after several attemptes he was successful.
Over the next week, Gerald grew weaker. They didn't have easy access to x-rays 80 years ago, Gerald had developed Pneumonia, or so the doctor thought. He did come to see him daily, and administered PCN, but Gerald continued to get worse.
One day, with the stress and grief of her recently dead husaband, and now her dying son, my Grandmother was sitting next to gerald's bed, softly crying. Gerald reached his hand over and took my Grandmother hand and said "Don't cry Mommy, Jesus and Mary are right here and they want me to come with them." My grandmother asked "where are they Gerald" and Gerald pointed to the bottom of the bed. My grandmother picked up her rosery and said to Gerald "Well, I guess you shouldn't keep them waiting then" Gerald look at my grandmother and said "I love you Mommy" then he closed his eyes, and my Grandmother swears he died with a smile on his face.
This was of great comfort to my Grandmother, knowing Gerald was in heaven. I get goosbumps when I tell that story.
Blessings
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ft. Belvoir haunting
()
Date: July 15, 2013 02:53PM
There used to be a motor pool just south of Fort Belvoir that held the trucks of the 100th engineer company (FB).
The year was 1965 and I was an SP/4 assigned to the unit. I was pulling guard duty at the motor pool and it was late
at night.
I had to use the toilet so I went to one of the out houses. There was no indoor plumbing at the motor pool. As I sat
on the toilet seat I started to hear a scratching noise under the seat. I had a flash light so I stood up and shined
the light into the toilet hole.
There was nothing down there but waste. I sat back down and started rationalizing; was it a rat under the toilet?
The scratching started again and got louder. I then got up and left the outhouse. As I walked away I could hear the
scratching getting louder. When I told my peers about the experience they told me they had heard voices while using
the outhouses.
I later found out that the motor pool was the site of the Gunston Cemetery for blacks. It was abandoned in 1902 and
moved in 1930. There were rumors that all of the remains were not moved and some were discovered when the area was
excavated.
The year was 1965 and I was an SP/4 assigned to the unit. I was pulling guard duty at the motor pool and it was late
at night.
I had to use the toilet so I went to one of the out houses. There was no indoor plumbing at the motor pool. As I sat
on the toilet seat I started to hear a scratching noise under the seat. I had a flash light so I stood up and shined
the light into the toilet hole.
There was nothing down there but waste. I sat back down and started rationalizing; was it a rat under the toilet?
The scratching started again and got louder. I then got up and left the outhouse. As I walked away I could hear the
scratching getting louder. When I told my peers about the experience they told me they had heard voices while using
the outhouses.
I later found out that the motor pool was the site of the Gunston Cemetery for blacks. It was abandoned in 1902 and
moved in 1930. There were rumors that all of the remains were not moved and some were discovered when the area was
excavated.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
same here
()
Date: July 15, 2013 02:54PM
DKH Wrote:
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> Last September I was sitting home alone at my
> computer desk. Hubby was on temporary duty and the
> kids were at friends houses.
> All of a sudden I hear walking up above me in the
> upstairs hallway. OK not that big a deal as we
> hear this quite often in this
> house. Well about 10 minutes later my living room
> TV comes on by itself. Now this freaked me out so
> I went out back on the patio
> for a few minutes just to collect my thoughts. I
> came back in and searched the house just to make
> sure one of my kids hadn't come
> back home and was messing with me.No one else was
> here but me and the dog and she stays by my side
> all the time. Over the next 30
> minutes my kids came home and we all decided to
> sit in the living room and watch a movie. Where I
> was sitting on the couch I could
> see when someone would come down the stairs.
>
> Well I saw something out of the corner of my eye
> and when I looked in the direction of the
> staircase I noticed this white blur move
> really quick and dart towards the dining room /
> computer room. Also not that unusual as this house
> has been very active from the start.
> I decided not to mention it to the kids as I
> didn't want to freak them out anymore than
> necessary. I got up to go to the bathroom about
> 15 minutes later and just as I opened the bathroom
> door a black shadow moved in front of me towards
> the toilet. I let out a scream and
> ended up scaring my kids and dog in the process.
> Now that was the first time I'd seen that or
> anything else in the bathroom. I don't know
> what it was. Needless to say I decided to go
> upstairs to the bathroom.
We moved into our house here in George Washington village back in June of 2011. Within 1 hour things started to happen.
My husband daughter and dog were upstairs checking out the rooms and I noticed our dog had her hair standing up on
her back. I thought it was odd but dismissed it. About 15 minutes later my hubby and daughter ran to the store so I
sat on the stairs and called my parent's to let them know we got the house and that things were going good.
I had no sooner hung up my cell phone when I heard a little boy whispering like he was having a conversation with
someone and it was coming from upstairs. My dog alerted immediately and wouldn't take her eyes off the top of the
stairs.
''he'' seemed to be talking back and forth to someone else but I couldn't understand what was being said. It lasted
for a couple of minutes and then stopped and I didn't hear anything else. Since then we've heard little footsteps running
down the upstairs hallway when we're all downstairs we've heard walking in me and my hubby's bedroom as well.
One morning when my kids went to school and my hubby was at work I heard a man's voice call out from upstairs it wasn't
a full yell but sounded kind of muffled. We've also seem black shadow's in the shape of a person moving about the whole
house. I witnessed a white mist float down the stairs into the living room.
A couple of days before Christmas I was home alone with the dogs (we recently adopted again) I heard a muffled sneeze
coming from upstairs and both dogs turned to look but neither one would go up. The dogs often alert on things that none
of us can see. This house is proving to be very active!
-------------------------------------------------------
> Last September I was sitting home alone at my
> computer desk. Hubby was on temporary duty and the
> kids were at friends houses.
> All of a sudden I hear walking up above me in the
> upstairs hallway. OK not that big a deal as we
> hear this quite often in this
> house. Well about 10 minutes later my living room
> TV comes on by itself. Now this freaked me out so
> I went out back on the patio
> for a few minutes just to collect my thoughts. I
> came back in and searched the house just to make
> sure one of my kids hadn't come
> back home and was messing with me.No one else was
> here but me and the dog and she stays by my side
> all the time. Over the next 30
> minutes my kids came home and we all decided to
> sit in the living room and watch a movie. Where I
> was sitting on the couch I could
> see when someone would come down the stairs.
>
> Well I saw something out of the corner of my eye
> and when I looked in the direction of the
> staircase I noticed this white blur move
> really quick and dart towards the dining room /
> computer room. Also not that unusual as this house
> has been very active from the start.
> I decided not to mention it to the kids as I
> didn't want to freak them out anymore than
> necessary. I got up to go to the bathroom about
> 15 minutes later and just as I opened the bathroom
> door a black shadow moved in front of me towards
> the toilet. I let out a scream and
> ended up scaring my kids and dog in the process.
> Now that was the first time I'd seen that or
> anything else in the bathroom. I don't know
> what it was. Needless to say I decided to go
> upstairs to the bathroom.
We moved into our house here in George Washington village back in June of 2011. Within 1 hour things started to happen.
My husband daughter and dog were upstairs checking out the rooms and I noticed our dog had her hair standing up on
her back. I thought it was odd but dismissed it. About 15 minutes later my hubby and daughter ran to the store so I
sat on the stairs and called my parent's to let them know we got the house and that things were going good.
I had no sooner hung up my cell phone when I heard a little boy whispering like he was having a conversation with
someone and it was coming from upstairs. My dog alerted immediately and wouldn't take her eyes off the top of the
stairs.
''he'' seemed to be talking back and forth to someone else but I couldn't understand what was being said. It lasted
for a couple of minutes and then stopped and I didn't hear anything else. Since then we've heard little footsteps running
down the upstairs hallway when we're all downstairs we've heard walking in me and my hubby's bedroom as well.
One morning when my kids went to school and my hubby was at work I heard a man's voice call out from upstairs it wasn't
a full yell but sounded kind of muffled. We've also seem black shadow's in the shape of a person moving about the whole
house. I witnessed a white mist float down the stairs into the living room.
A couple of days before Christmas I was home alone with the dogs (we recently adopted again) I heard a muffled sneeze
coming from upstairs and both dogs turned to look but neither one would go up. The dogs often alert on things that none
of us can see. This house is proving to be very active!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
sufferkate
()
Date: July 15, 2013 02:57PM
Aside: This is not really a ghost story. It's about something strange that happened to me years ago. I am not psychotic, or crazy, nor was my roommate. This is my strange story:
I went to work in New York City during the late summer and early fall of 1995.
My brother had died in an accident the previous Easter, and I was finding it difficult to concentrate in Memphis, where so many people, it seemed, knew about it.
My roommate and I decided that we both needed a change of scene, and as she was from New Jersey, we easily secured positions at clubs in the Nanuet area.
For the term, we had rented a suite of rooms in a hotel that, although part of a chain, was rather seedy and not at all up to the usual standards of said chain. What did I care, though? I was gone from a place where everyone I ran into wanted to tell me how very, very sorry they were “to hear about Jason.”
I’d end up sobbing in the dressing room, the entire night a wash.
ASIDE:
I'm writing this from the other side of a passage of years, and although we are not in touch now, I want to stress that we were once very good friends, and that I cared about Emily a great deal.
We had been through a lot together. She was with me when I received the news about my brother, and she held me up - literally - several times over the weeks that followed.
She had witnessed some high strangeness while we lived together, and even though she wasn't comfortable with it (nor was I), she'd learned to take a lot of it in stride.
When everything was over, though, we couldn't get far enough away from one another.
RETURN:
The suite Emily and I rented was paid for by her sugar daddy, a much older man she’d met at a club in Memphis - and with the understanding that I would repay half the amount as I earned it.
It was set up so that as one entered, the bathroom door was to the immediate left, with the closet recessed in an alcove behind the door. A few steps brought you into the living room, with the bedroom area through an archway to the right. To the left, a desk and chair sat against the bathroom wall. There were three telephones in the suite. One on the desk, one on the bedside table, and the other on the table next to the sofa.
The bedroom was furnished with an armoire containing another television, a king-sized bed with a padded dressing bench at the foot, and a full length mirror. The armoire was angled so that one could see the television from the living room. There was a larger television in the living room, with a large refrigerator next to it. A microwave sat atop it.
On the night I will describe, Emily and I had been out with her friends. We had been working in N.Y. for a week, and so felt justified in taking a night off to hit the town. That had been the plan, but Emily had been taken ill right after dinner, so we returned to the suite after telling her friends good-night.
We had argued in the cab on the way back, and when she said she was going to shower, I simply nodded and said nothing. She went into the bathroom and shut the door, and I sat down on the edge of the bed. I wasn't upset with Em, because I knew she really was not feeling well, and I'd known her long enough to put aside anything she might say in anger - or sickness.
The lights were on in the living area of the suite, so I didn't turn on either of the two lamps in the bedroom. There was plenty of light to see by.
Glancing at the phone to make sure we had no pending messages, I opened the armoire doors to turn on the television. I planned to put Emily to bed as soon as she came out of the shower, and I wanted to see if there was anything on she'd like to watch.
Movement on the surface of the television screen caught my eye, and I realized that the blank, darkened screen essentially functioned as a mirror, reflecting the archway to the living room and the space beyond.
What I was seeing in the 'reflection' did not immediately register, but it seemed there was someone else in the suite with us! I spun around to look at the doorway, and the desk/chair area.
You guessed it. Nobody there.
I turned back to the television. There WAS someone standing there! A woman! A woman in a very familiar black dress, with long platinum hair. The figure stood in front of the desk, evidently in deep thought.
She looked just like me, in fact, and was wearing my favorite dress.
Even though the night had been warm - muggy, even - I suddenly felt very cold.
I kept looking at the television, and turning my head to look at the empty space where the figure stood in the reflection. I leaned in very close, thinking to change the angle and hopefully, figure out what was making me think I was seeing myself one room over.
It was still there.
Dimly, I realized that I could still hear the shower, and though I wanted to call out for Emily - to scream for her, if you want the truth - I could not make a sound. I was freezing and my teeth were clenched, and all I could manage was a choking whimper.
I wanted to run, to barricade myself in with another human being, but I could not even go to the door of the bathroom. I would have to pass right by the thing I saw in the reflection, wouldn't I?
Somehow, I knew I didn't want to catch its attention. The 'not-me' in the reflection didn't seem to be aware of the observer me, and that was a tiny relief.
Then the figure moved, pulling out the 'chair.' The real chair beyond the archway did NOT move, and that's a good thing. I don't know what I'd have done, but the mind has ways to cope with stress like that.
I think it's called 'going crazy,' and I was nearly afraid of that as I was the apparition in the reflection.
The 'not-me' walked slowly around the chair, then sat. It seemed to be studying something on the desk, but I couldn't make it out.
By then I was as close to the television screen as I could get, because that was as far away from the doorway - and the 'not-me' - that I could position myself. It occurred to me that I might be seeing a possible future, and if that were the case, 'not-me' would never know I was there.
The 'not-me' stood up from the chair and turned, facing me, although it was still looking down, as though searching for something on the floor. 'Her' hand pushed back her hair, and she slowly turned in a circle.
I watched, horrified, but fascinated. It circled the chair, still absorbed in its search.
I was terrified that 'it' was going to look up and 'see' me, and I really, really did not want that to happen. I was filled with a sense of dread, and I shut my eyes.
The room was still chilly, and I heard the shower go off. Emily would spend up to twenty additional minutes lotioning herself, combing her hair, flossing her teeth - we'd lived together for a while, so I knew her habits.
This time, the bathroom door jerked open, and she stormed right out, drying her hair with a towel.
Giving me a quizzical look, she said, "What? What? Why were you screaming my name?"
Was I? I didn't think so, although I knew I'd been screaming for her in my head for at least ten minutes.
"Just, can you come in here for a minute?" I responded. "Come sit here on the bed and look at the t.v. Then tell me what you see."
I didn't look at anything while she passed by the 'not-me.' She sat on the bed, close to my original place, and for a minute or so, Emily did not say anything. She shivered, and I noticed I could see her breath. She turned her head as well, looking back and forth several times from the screen to the archway.
Finally, she spoke. "Oh my GOD, that's YOU!"
So she saw it, too. I was momentarily relieved that I wasn't going crazy, unless Emily was meandering down the same psychotic path. I'd heard of mass hypnosis, but we'd each had one glass of red wine at dinner. Her friends finished the bottle, and it sat at the table from the moment of uncorking.
Nobody had dosed us, in other words.
"What does this mean? That IS you, isn't it? Are you somehow doing this?" Emily kept on, giving voice to the questions I wasn't calm enough to ask myself.
WAS I somehow doing this? Projecting an image of myself, like a - like some shamans can? Is this what I was capable of, in moments of emotional distress? I hoped not, but I had only read about it, and I had no idea if there was another explanation.
"I don't know," I managed. "I don't think I could do this. Let me try something."
I moved a little on the floor so that I could see 'not-me.' She was holding on to the back of the desk chair, and seemed to be - dancing? - swaying to music we couldn't hear.
Basically, I thought that if I was somehow responsible for this, I could either predict its next move, or control it. Couldn't I?
Fixing on the eidolon, I tried to make it sit down again. For a moment, nothing happened. The figure went on gently undulating to some ghostly melody. Then it walked around the chair again, and sat, palms on its knees, back ramrod-straight.
"Oh, my gawwwwd," whispered Emily. "Jesus, it's YOU - you're doing this, aren't you?"
I still did not know.
Answer the phone, I thought.
The figure stirred, and her hand went to the receiver on the desk phone. Her posture and movement was indicative of the silent 'conversation.'
Emily's face was now less than an inch from my own.
"Are. You. Doing. That?" she spat, condensation fogging the air with her every word. Her eyes were huge.
"I think so," I replied. "I don't know why this is happening, Emily, I promise," I went on. "I'm going to try to make it go away."
I peeked at the screen again. 'Not-me' was still on the 'phone.'
GOAWAYGOAWAYGOAWAY. Leave NOW. Get up and GO...out the door, or however you have to. YOU'RE NOT WELCOME HERE.
I kept my eyes trained on the 'not-me,' directing as much force as I could into my thoughts.
JUST GET OUT. NOW.
'Not-me' slowly lowered the phone to the cradle and stood, smoothing her dress.
"Push the chair in," I muttered through clenched teeth.
It pushed the 'chair' back under the desk, and slowly walked past the archway into the hall by the bathroom.
We waited. The room felt slightly warmer. I thought it was gone, but did not know for sure.
"Is she gone?" whispered Emily.
"I don't know. How would I know? I didn't exactly hear the door," I grated. I was fed up, and drained. We were a tableaux: A waxworks display of Damsels in Distress.
Then the phones rang. We sprang apart as though hit with a cattle prod. Emily ran one way - straight for the desk phone through the arch. I reached the bedside phone, first.
"Ye-hello?" I panted.
Silence. Not a buzz nor a click; not a hint of static.
Emily had the extension to her ear, and I could hear her breathing.
"Hello?" she tried. "Who IS this?"
"It's nobody, Em. Just put it down, it's just more weird ****," I said, cradling my own handset.
Emily, though, had had enough. She was dressing with the intensity and concentration of somebody late for work, hopping around to put her pants on; crashing into things.
"Oh no it isn't, it's somebody ******* with us!" was her explanation. "Come on, right now. We're going to the desk."
To the desk? The front desk? As though the night clerk could explain what just happened?
I thought it was a bad idea, imagining the smirking and eye-rolling on behalf of the hotel employees. Hell, if she went ballistic, we'd be thrown out - this, I knew from experience.
I couldn't let her go down there alone, though. Who knew what she might say? I grabbed my bag and followed her out the door. Too impatient to wait for the elevators, we charged down the stairs, emerging into the lobby at full speed.
Three clerks were on duty, and all three stood at the counter, heads turned to peer out the glass doors into the darkened parking lot. The doors whooshed open, then shut, again and again. For a moment, Emily and I stood on the other side of the counter, observing this strange phenomenon.
Those doors were moving far too quickly for a person to get through them without injury. What the hell was happening here? Why did the clerks look like someone goosed them?
"Uh, hi," I began. Three heads snapped around, fixing Em and me in a classic 'deer-in-headlights' gaze. Nobody said anything for a second.
I cleared my throat, and tried again.
"Some strange things are happening on the top floor, and I was wondering if there would be a way for the phones in our suite to ring without ya'll putting a call through."
There, that seemed nice and innocuous.
The doors continued to open and close off to my left. Emily had walked quite close to them, and I thought she might be trying to determine whether she could make a run for it.
The clerk licked her lips, glanced at the other two. "We're having some electrical problems right now," she finally said, eyes on the counter in front of her.
"Like this?" I indicated the doors. Three heads nodded. "Anything else?" I asked, curious.
The male clerk spoke then. "Ma'am, if you wish to exit, you should probably use that other door," and he pointed across the room, to a single, non-electric door which probably led to another part of the parking area.
Turning to me, he continued, "The elevators are malfunctioning, and the security cameras are not working properly."
For the first time, I noticed the bank of monitors beneath the top level of the counter. I leaned over to get a closer look. Two or three of the seven had gone completely black, while another seemed to be showing a recording of a couple walking up and down the second floor hall. The two would approach and pass under the camera, and a second later, would re-appear walking backwards, away from the camera. Then again, forwards, beneath the range of sight.
"These things record and play back?" I sputtered.
"No, not usually," replied the third clerk, another woman. "The tape loops to a reel in the security office, which is locked unless a guard is on premises. We save them for twenty-four to forty-eight hours, then record over them. This hasn't ever happened before," she admitted.
"Is the guard here?" I asked, interested in hearing his take on the situation. The woman shook her head. "We're short-handed tonight," she said.
"Those people on the screen," I began, pointing. The monitor abruptly went black. "I was going to ask if they were current guests," I finished lamely.
Back at the counter beside me, Emily opened her mouth. I kicked her foot gently, a warning against reporting our strange 'visitor.'
"Well, we came down because the phones rang, and no one was there," I explained. "Did one of us have a telephone call within the last half hour?"
Much shaking of heads in the negative. The other woman said, "This just started happening about thirty, forty-five minutes ago. The phones haven't worked properly since then."
Now the younger woman rejoined the discussion. "Right after you came in tonight, right about then, I think." Oh, really?
"Have you called someone about this?" I asked, pointing at the doors again. Three heads nodded. Those clerks were scared, or they'd never have offered up so much information.
One of the female clerks walked back up the stairs with us, and on the way, Emily gave her a brief rundown of what we'd experienced. The clerk was well and truly freaked out by our story. However, nothing prepared the three of us for what had happened to our suite in the interim.
As we rounded the corner, I casually inquired how many guests shared the top floor with us. At the same time, I heard the unmistakable 'bzzz-click' of an electronic lock opening, and right in front of our eyes, our suite door cracked itself open an inch or two.
I halted so abruptly that Emily ran into me, and the clerk grabbed my arm to steady me. I looked at her.
"Does THAT happen often?" I asked. She shook her head and said, "I think you're the only two guests in a suite up here right now."
So! Back down to the lobby we went, returning with the male night manager and the clerk who had originally accompanied us.
This time, the suite door was firmly shut.
"I'm not going in there," Emily stated. I think we all shared that sentiment, but hey, we had Mr. Night Manager there for that very reason.
He cracked the door, then pushed it open most of the way. In the hallway, we three brave women stood together in a huddle, peering in.
The living room was trashed. Completely wrecked; lamps on the floor, furniture turned over. The microwave was also on the floor, and the fridge was on its side.
Unbelieving, I stepped forward and pushed the door open wider.
There were clothes from both our suitcases scattered everywhere. Costumes, underthings, and t-shirts hung from the sprinklers mounted on the ceiling. Worse, the lock on Emily's travel trunk had been - well, crushed - and all the designer things she was so proud of were also thrown everywhere. There was a Fendi sandal in the toilet, and the curtains over the window at the far end of the living area were torn from the mounted rods and were lying in a heap on the floor.
Emily and I stared at each other, open-mouthed.
"Was it like this when you came downstairs?" asked Mr. Night Manager, rather idiotically. Still staring around us, we shook our heads. The female clerk had entered by then, and stood there, looking shocked.
"Well, what about when the door opened the first time you came up here?" he went on.
The female clerk answered him this time. "They don't know," she snapped. "We didn't look in, we just left."
Emily had begun picking up clothing and shoes, accessories and makeup. Several small eyeshadows had been broken and scattered, then ground into the carpet.
"Who could have done this?" I asked. "Does anyone else have access to a pass-key around here?"
The clerks exchanged a look that I'd have missed if I blinked.
"No," they answered, simultaneously.
The phones rang again. We all looked at one another. Mr. Night Manager answered the phone closest to him.
"Suite ***, this is Stan." Then, "Yeah. Nope, nobody. The suite's been wrecked, though. No, probably not. Yeah, I know. Will do." He hung up, turning to face us.
"That was Lisa, down at the front. We're going to switch suites for you tonight. Do you want us to help you get your things together?"
"No, but please don't leave us here alone for another second," I blurted.
The other clerk was helping Emily toss our stuff any which way into the suitcases. Everywhere I looked, I found more broken, torn up personal items. My journal was halfway shredded, with what looked like bite marks on the cover.
"Who could have done this?" I asked again.
Nobody had an answer (not even [especially!] the police officer who took the report), but a day or so later, in the hallway leading to the fitness room, I encountered the female clerk. She wanted to talk to me, and had, in fact, been looking for me or for Emily.
We sat on the steps while she talked. What happened to Emily and me in our suite had occurred before, she thought, but not while she worked there.
She had heard things, as all old, decrepit hotels have histories, but she'd largely disregarded a lot of it as just...fantastic ghost stories. Tales, told and re-told among third-shifters to pass the boredom of another long night.
The suite we had been in was at the crux of most of the problems, she went on to tell me. As nothing had happened in her six years there, she'd assigned it without a second thought. From the moment we arrived, she said, there had been electrical malfunctions at the switchboard.
Malfunctions? Like what?
Well, such as every single line lighting up, calls coming in from rooms that were unoccupied as well as the occupied ones. Nobody was on any of the inbound lines. There was a bank of pay phones in a hallway off the lobby, and they'd ring simultaneously. The security guard had attempted to answer them, more than once.
More problems with the doors, as we'd observed from the lobby. The people we'd both seen on the monitor downstairs had not been guests at that hotel since June, she thought. There was no way to explain why they hadn't been taped over, or why that particular loop had keep repeating.
Worse, their security guard had actually quit that night. He just walked out, she explained, right before the doors started acting weird. They were still waiting for another to be assigned.
We were interrupted then by another clerk I had never seen before; an older woman who gave off the 'management' vibe. My new friend jumped up guiltily and went off with her to attend to whatever needed doing, and I went to find Emily.
We were blowing this crazy joint, hell or high water.
I went to work in New York City during the late summer and early fall of 1995.
My brother had died in an accident the previous Easter, and I was finding it difficult to concentrate in Memphis, where so many people, it seemed, knew about it.
My roommate and I decided that we both needed a change of scene, and as she was from New Jersey, we easily secured positions at clubs in the Nanuet area.
For the term, we had rented a suite of rooms in a hotel that, although part of a chain, was rather seedy and not at all up to the usual standards of said chain. What did I care, though? I was gone from a place where everyone I ran into wanted to tell me how very, very sorry they were “to hear about Jason.”
I’d end up sobbing in the dressing room, the entire night a wash.
ASIDE:
I'm writing this from the other side of a passage of years, and although we are not in touch now, I want to stress that we were once very good friends, and that I cared about Emily a great deal.
We had been through a lot together. She was with me when I received the news about my brother, and she held me up - literally - several times over the weeks that followed.
She had witnessed some high strangeness while we lived together, and even though she wasn't comfortable with it (nor was I), she'd learned to take a lot of it in stride.
When everything was over, though, we couldn't get far enough away from one another.
RETURN:
The suite Emily and I rented was paid for by her sugar daddy, a much older man she’d met at a club in Memphis - and with the understanding that I would repay half the amount as I earned it.
It was set up so that as one entered, the bathroom door was to the immediate left, with the closet recessed in an alcove behind the door. A few steps brought you into the living room, with the bedroom area through an archway to the right. To the left, a desk and chair sat against the bathroom wall. There were three telephones in the suite. One on the desk, one on the bedside table, and the other on the table next to the sofa.
The bedroom was furnished with an armoire containing another television, a king-sized bed with a padded dressing bench at the foot, and a full length mirror. The armoire was angled so that one could see the television from the living room. There was a larger television in the living room, with a large refrigerator next to it. A microwave sat atop it.
On the night I will describe, Emily and I had been out with her friends. We had been working in N.Y. for a week, and so felt justified in taking a night off to hit the town. That had been the plan, but Emily had been taken ill right after dinner, so we returned to the suite after telling her friends good-night.
We had argued in the cab on the way back, and when she said she was going to shower, I simply nodded and said nothing. She went into the bathroom and shut the door, and I sat down on the edge of the bed. I wasn't upset with Em, because I knew she really was not feeling well, and I'd known her long enough to put aside anything she might say in anger - or sickness.
The lights were on in the living area of the suite, so I didn't turn on either of the two lamps in the bedroom. There was plenty of light to see by.
Glancing at the phone to make sure we had no pending messages, I opened the armoire doors to turn on the television. I planned to put Emily to bed as soon as she came out of the shower, and I wanted to see if there was anything on she'd like to watch.
Movement on the surface of the television screen caught my eye, and I realized that the blank, darkened screen essentially functioned as a mirror, reflecting the archway to the living room and the space beyond.
What I was seeing in the 'reflection' did not immediately register, but it seemed there was someone else in the suite with us! I spun around to look at the doorway, and the desk/chair area.
You guessed it. Nobody there.
I turned back to the television. There WAS someone standing there! A woman! A woman in a very familiar black dress, with long platinum hair. The figure stood in front of the desk, evidently in deep thought.
She looked just like me, in fact, and was wearing my favorite dress.
Even though the night had been warm - muggy, even - I suddenly felt very cold.
I kept looking at the television, and turning my head to look at the empty space where the figure stood in the reflection. I leaned in very close, thinking to change the angle and hopefully, figure out what was making me think I was seeing myself one room over.
It was still there.
Dimly, I realized that I could still hear the shower, and though I wanted to call out for Emily - to scream for her, if you want the truth - I could not make a sound. I was freezing and my teeth were clenched, and all I could manage was a choking whimper.
I wanted to run, to barricade myself in with another human being, but I could not even go to the door of the bathroom. I would have to pass right by the thing I saw in the reflection, wouldn't I?
Somehow, I knew I didn't want to catch its attention. The 'not-me' in the reflection didn't seem to be aware of the observer me, and that was a tiny relief.
Then the figure moved, pulling out the 'chair.' The real chair beyond the archway did NOT move, and that's a good thing. I don't know what I'd have done, but the mind has ways to cope with stress like that.
I think it's called 'going crazy,' and I was nearly afraid of that as I was the apparition in the reflection.
The 'not-me' walked slowly around the chair, then sat. It seemed to be studying something on the desk, but I couldn't make it out.
By then I was as close to the television screen as I could get, because that was as far away from the doorway - and the 'not-me' - that I could position myself. It occurred to me that I might be seeing a possible future, and if that were the case, 'not-me' would never know I was there.
The 'not-me' stood up from the chair and turned, facing me, although it was still looking down, as though searching for something on the floor. 'Her' hand pushed back her hair, and she slowly turned in a circle.
I watched, horrified, but fascinated. It circled the chair, still absorbed in its search.
I was terrified that 'it' was going to look up and 'see' me, and I really, really did not want that to happen. I was filled with a sense of dread, and I shut my eyes.
The room was still chilly, and I heard the shower go off. Emily would spend up to twenty additional minutes lotioning herself, combing her hair, flossing her teeth - we'd lived together for a while, so I knew her habits.
This time, the bathroom door jerked open, and she stormed right out, drying her hair with a towel.
Giving me a quizzical look, she said, "What? What? Why were you screaming my name?"
Was I? I didn't think so, although I knew I'd been screaming for her in my head for at least ten minutes.
"Just, can you come in here for a minute?" I responded. "Come sit here on the bed and look at the t.v. Then tell me what you see."
I didn't look at anything while she passed by the 'not-me.' She sat on the bed, close to my original place, and for a minute or so, Emily did not say anything. She shivered, and I noticed I could see her breath. She turned her head as well, looking back and forth several times from the screen to the archway.
Finally, she spoke. "Oh my GOD, that's YOU!"
So she saw it, too. I was momentarily relieved that I wasn't going crazy, unless Emily was meandering down the same psychotic path. I'd heard of mass hypnosis, but we'd each had one glass of red wine at dinner. Her friends finished the bottle, and it sat at the table from the moment of uncorking.
Nobody had dosed us, in other words.
"What does this mean? That IS you, isn't it? Are you somehow doing this?" Emily kept on, giving voice to the questions I wasn't calm enough to ask myself.
WAS I somehow doing this? Projecting an image of myself, like a - like some shamans can? Is this what I was capable of, in moments of emotional distress? I hoped not, but I had only read about it, and I had no idea if there was another explanation.
"I don't know," I managed. "I don't think I could do this. Let me try something."
I moved a little on the floor so that I could see 'not-me.' She was holding on to the back of the desk chair, and seemed to be - dancing? - swaying to music we couldn't hear.
Basically, I thought that if I was somehow responsible for this, I could either predict its next move, or control it. Couldn't I?
Fixing on the eidolon, I tried to make it sit down again. For a moment, nothing happened. The figure went on gently undulating to some ghostly melody. Then it walked around the chair again, and sat, palms on its knees, back ramrod-straight.
"Oh, my gawwwwd," whispered Emily. "Jesus, it's YOU - you're doing this, aren't you?"
I still did not know.
Answer the phone, I thought.
The figure stirred, and her hand went to the receiver on the desk phone. Her posture and movement was indicative of the silent 'conversation.'
Emily's face was now less than an inch from my own.
"Are. You. Doing. That?" she spat, condensation fogging the air with her every word. Her eyes were huge.
"I think so," I replied. "I don't know why this is happening, Emily, I promise," I went on. "I'm going to try to make it go away."
I peeked at the screen again. 'Not-me' was still on the 'phone.'
GOAWAYGOAWAYGOAWAY. Leave NOW. Get up and GO...out the door, or however you have to. YOU'RE NOT WELCOME HERE.
I kept my eyes trained on the 'not-me,' directing as much force as I could into my thoughts.
JUST GET OUT. NOW.
'Not-me' slowly lowered the phone to the cradle and stood, smoothing her dress.
"Push the chair in," I muttered through clenched teeth.
It pushed the 'chair' back under the desk, and slowly walked past the archway into the hall by the bathroom.
We waited. The room felt slightly warmer. I thought it was gone, but did not know for sure.
"Is she gone?" whispered Emily.
"I don't know. How would I know? I didn't exactly hear the door," I grated. I was fed up, and drained. We were a tableaux: A waxworks display of Damsels in Distress.
Then the phones rang. We sprang apart as though hit with a cattle prod. Emily ran one way - straight for the desk phone through the arch. I reached the bedside phone, first.
"Ye-hello?" I panted.
Silence. Not a buzz nor a click; not a hint of static.
Emily had the extension to her ear, and I could hear her breathing.
"Hello?" she tried. "Who IS this?"
"It's nobody, Em. Just put it down, it's just more weird ****," I said, cradling my own handset.
Emily, though, had had enough. She was dressing with the intensity and concentration of somebody late for work, hopping around to put her pants on; crashing into things.
"Oh no it isn't, it's somebody ******* with us!" was her explanation. "Come on, right now. We're going to the desk."
To the desk? The front desk? As though the night clerk could explain what just happened?
I thought it was a bad idea, imagining the smirking and eye-rolling on behalf of the hotel employees. Hell, if she went ballistic, we'd be thrown out - this, I knew from experience.
I couldn't let her go down there alone, though. Who knew what she might say? I grabbed my bag and followed her out the door. Too impatient to wait for the elevators, we charged down the stairs, emerging into the lobby at full speed.
Three clerks were on duty, and all three stood at the counter, heads turned to peer out the glass doors into the darkened parking lot. The doors whooshed open, then shut, again and again. For a moment, Emily and I stood on the other side of the counter, observing this strange phenomenon.
Those doors were moving far too quickly for a person to get through them without injury. What the hell was happening here? Why did the clerks look like someone goosed them?
"Uh, hi," I began. Three heads snapped around, fixing Em and me in a classic 'deer-in-headlights' gaze. Nobody said anything for a second.
I cleared my throat, and tried again.
"Some strange things are happening on the top floor, and I was wondering if there would be a way for the phones in our suite to ring without ya'll putting a call through."
There, that seemed nice and innocuous.
The doors continued to open and close off to my left. Emily had walked quite close to them, and I thought she might be trying to determine whether she could make a run for it.
The clerk licked her lips, glanced at the other two. "We're having some electrical problems right now," she finally said, eyes on the counter in front of her.
"Like this?" I indicated the doors. Three heads nodded. "Anything else?" I asked, curious.
The male clerk spoke then. "Ma'am, if you wish to exit, you should probably use that other door," and he pointed across the room, to a single, non-electric door which probably led to another part of the parking area.
Turning to me, he continued, "The elevators are malfunctioning, and the security cameras are not working properly."
For the first time, I noticed the bank of monitors beneath the top level of the counter. I leaned over to get a closer look. Two or three of the seven had gone completely black, while another seemed to be showing a recording of a couple walking up and down the second floor hall. The two would approach and pass under the camera, and a second later, would re-appear walking backwards, away from the camera. Then again, forwards, beneath the range of sight.
"These things record and play back?" I sputtered.
"No, not usually," replied the third clerk, another woman. "The tape loops to a reel in the security office, which is locked unless a guard is on premises. We save them for twenty-four to forty-eight hours, then record over them. This hasn't ever happened before," she admitted.
"Is the guard here?" I asked, interested in hearing his take on the situation. The woman shook her head. "We're short-handed tonight," she said.
"Those people on the screen," I began, pointing. The monitor abruptly went black. "I was going to ask if they were current guests," I finished lamely.
Back at the counter beside me, Emily opened her mouth. I kicked her foot gently, a warning against reporting our strange 'visitor.'
"Well, we came down because the phones rang, and no one was there," I explained. "Did one of us have a telephone call within the last half hour?"
Much shaking of heads in the negative. The other woman said, "This just started happening about thirty, forty-five minutes ago. The phones haven't worked properly since then."
Now the younger woman rejoined the discussion. "Right after you came in tonight, right about then, I think." Oh, really?
"Have you called someone about this?" I asked, pointing at the doors again. Three heads nodded. Those clerks were scared, or they'd never have offered up so much information.
One of the female clerks walked back up the stairs with us, and on the way, Emily gave her a brief rundown of what we'd experienced. The clerk was well and truly freaked out by our story. However, nothing prepared the three of us for what had happened to our suite in the interim.
As we rounded the corner, I casually inquired how many guests shared the top floor with us. At the same time, I heard the unmistakable 'bzzz-click' of an electronic lock opening, and right in front of our eyes, our suite door cracked itself open an inch or two.
I halted so abruptly that Emily ran into me, and the clerk grabbed my arm to steady me. I looked at her.
"Does THAT happen often?" I asked. She shook her head and said, "I think you're the only two guests in a suite up here right now."
So! Back down to the lobby we went, returning with the male night manager and the clerk who had originally accompanied us.
This time, the suite door was firmly shut.
"I'm not going in there," Emily stated. I think we all shared that sentiment, but hey, we had Mr. Night Manager there for that very reason.
He cracked the door, then pushed it open most of the way. In the hallway, we three brave women stood together in a huddle, peering in.
The living room was trashed. Completely wrecked; lamps on the floor, furniture turned over. The microwave was also on the floor, and the fridge was on its side.
Unbelieving, I stepped forward and pushed the door open wider.
There were clothes from both our suitcases scattered everywhere. Costumes, underthings, and t-shirts hung from the sprinklers mounted on the ceiling. Worse, the lock on Emily's travel trunk had been - well, crushed - and all the designer things she was so proud of were also thrown everywhere. There was a Fendi sandal in the toilet, and the curtains over the window at the far end of the living area were torn from the mounted rods and were lying in a heap on the floor.
Emily and I stared at each other, open-mouthed.
"Was it like this when you came downstairs?" asked Mr. Night Manager, rather idiotically. Still staring around us, we shook our heads. The female clerk had entered by then, and stood there, looking shocked.
"Well, what about when the door opened the first time you came up here?" he went on.
The female clerk answered him this time. "They don't know," she snapped. "We didn't look in, we just left."
Emily had begun picking up clothing and shoes, accessories and makeup. Several small eyeshadows had been broken and scattered, then ground into the carpet.
"Who could have done this?" I asked. "Does anyone else have access to a pass-key around here?"
The clerks exchanged a look that I'd have missed if I blinked.
"No," they answered, simultaneously.
The phones rang again. We all looked at one another. Mr. Night Manager answered the phone closest to him.
"Suite ***, this is Stan." Then, "Yeah. Nope, nobody. The suite's been wrecked, though. No, probably not. Yeah, I know. Will do." He hung up, turning to face us.
"That was Lisa, down at the front. We're going to switch suites for you tonight. Do you want us to help you get your things together?"
"No, but please don't leave us here alone for another second," I blurted.
The other clerk was helping Emily toss our stuff any which way into the suitcases. Everywhere I looked, I found more broken, torn up personal items. My journal was halfway shredded, with what looked like bite marks on the cover.
"Who could have done this?" I asked again.
Nobody had an answer (not even [especially!] the police officer who took the report), but a day or so later, in the hallway leading to the fitness room, I encountered the female clerk. She wanted to talk to me, and had, in fact, been looking for me or for Emily.
We sat on the steps while she talked. What happened to Emily and me in our suite had occurred before, she thought, but not while she worked there.
She had heard things, as all old, decrepit hotels have histories, but she'd largely disregarded a lot of it as just...fantastic ghost stories. Tales, told and re-told among third-shifters to pass the boredom of another long night.
The suite we had been in was at the crux of most of the problems, she went on to tell me. As nothing had happened in her six years there, she'd assigned it without a second thought. From the moment we arrived, she said, there had been electrical malfunctions at the switchboard.
Malfunctions? Like what?
Well, such as every single line lighting up, calls coming in from rooms that were unoccupied as well as the occupied ones. Nobody was on any of the inbound lines. There was a bank of pay phones in a hallway off the lobby, and they'd ring simultaneously. The security guard had attempted to answer them, more than once.
More problems with the doors, as we'd observed from the lobby. The people we'd both seen on the monitor downstairs had not been guests at that hotel since June, she thought. There was no way to explain why they hadn't been taped over, or why that particular loop had keep repeating.
Worse, their security guard had actually quit that night. He just walked out, she explained, right before the doors started acting weird. They were still waiting for another to be assigned.
We were interrupted then by another clerk I had never seen before; an older woman who gave off the 'management' vibe. My new friend jumped up guiltily and went off with her to attend to whatever needed doing, and I went to find Emily.
We were blowing this crazy joint, hell or high water.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Sgt Jack
()
Date: July 15, 2013 03:00PM
Ft. Belvoir haunting Wrote:
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> There used to be a motor pool just south of Fort
> Belvoir that held the trucks of the 100th engineer
> company (FB).
> The year was 1965 and I was an SP/4 assigned to
> the unit. I was pulling guard duty at the motor
> pool and it was late
> at night.
>
> I had to use the toilet so I went to one of the
> out houses. There was no indoor plumbing at the
> motor pool. As I sat
> on the toilet seat I started to hear a scratching
> noise under the seat. I had a flash light so I
> stood up and shined
> the light into the toilet hole.
>
> There was nothing down there but waste. I sat back
> down and started rationalizing; was it a rat under
> the toilet?
> The scratching started again and got louder. I
> then got up and left the outhouse. As I walked
> away I could hear the
> scratching getting louder. When I told my peers
> about the experience they told me they had heard
> voices while using
> the outhouses.
>
> I later found out that the motor pool was the site
> of the Gunston Cemetery for blacks. It was
> abandoned in 1902 and
> moved in 1930. There were rumors that all of the
> remains were not moved and some were discovered
> when the area was
> excavated.
Humphrey hall the site of the engineer school headquarters in 1974 is haunted. I was pulling sdnco in 1974 there when I encountered a full
blown apparition. I had noticed the lights on the second floor would come back on after I cut them off. This occurred several times. I began
to think that someone was working late. It was about one o'clock in the morning when I went upstairs to investigate. I called out but no one
answered. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something strange.
It appeared that there was an outline in the air. I could make out a figure made up entirely of air. As it approached I could see it's face.
The face was fuzzy like a bad picture on the TV. My hair stood on end and the air became cold. My arms were covered in goose bumps. I ran down
the stairs and out the door. I did not go inside until the sdo came for his rounds. When I told him he stated that it wasn't the first time he
had heard a story about that building. From then on I paid someone to pull my duty.
-------------------------------------------------------
> There used to be a motor pool just south of Fort
> Belvoir that held the trucks of the 100th engineer
> company (FB).
> The year was 1965 and I was an SP/4 assigned to
> the unit. I was pulling guard duty at the motor
> pool and it was late
> at night.
>
> I had to use the toilet so I went to one of the
> out houses. There was no indoor plumbing at the
> motor pool. As I sat
> on the toilet seat I started to hear a scratching
> noise under the seat. I had a flash light so I
> stood up and shined
> the light into the toilet hole.
>
> There was nothing down there but waste. I sat back
> down and started rationalizing; was it a rat under
> the toilet?
> The scratching started again and got louder. I
> then got up and left the outhouse. As I walked
> away I could hear the
> scratching getting louder. When I told my peers
> about the experience they told me they had heard
> voices while using
> the outhouses.
>
> I later found out that the motor pool was the site
> of the Gunston Cemetery for blacks. It was
> abandoned in 1902 and
> moved in 1930. There were rumors that all of the
> remains were not moved and some were discovered
> when the area was
> excavated.
Humphrey hall the site of the engineer school headquarters in 1974 is haunted. I was pulling sdnco in 1974 there when I encountered a full
blown apparition. I had noticed the lights on the second floor would come back on after I cut them off. This occurred several times. I began
to think that someone was working late. It was about one o'clock in the morning when I went upstairs to investigate. I called out but no one
answered. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something strange.
It appeared that there was an outline in the air. I could make out a figure made up entirely of air. As it approached I could see it's face.
The face was fuzzy like a bad picture on the TV. My hair stood on end and the air became cold. My arms were covered in goose bumps. I ran down
the stairs and out the door. I did not go inside until the sdo came for his rounds. When I told him he stated that it wasn't the first time he
had heard a story about that building. From then on I paid someone to pull my duty.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Anna
()
Date: July 15, 2013 03:06PM
As a child I lived in River village in Fort Belvoir for about three years during the mid to late 1960s. We moved from there when I was twelve. My family and I had many paranormal
experiences in the two-story duplex home that we lived in on Potomac loop. Our dog would sometimes cower and growl at nothing we could see. Other times a very sweet thick floral
scent would come ''tumbling'' down the stairs when my family and I were downstairs in the living room watching TV.
During that time we somehow acquired a new quija board and once I took it to my bedroom upstairs to play with it. I put my fingers on the pallet and mentally asked if anyone was there
not expecting anything to happen. To my surprise and horror I felt the pallet being pushed by someone or something as it glided to yes. I bolted downstairs and put it back in it's box.
It seems that my bedroom was the ''heart'' of the house where things often took place. I have always wondered if subsequent families who lived in the same duplex ever experienced anything
similar. I would love to know and to validate my experiences.
experiences in the two-story duplex home that we lived in on Potomac loop. Our dog would sometimes cower and growl at nothing we could see. Other times a very sweet thick floral
scent would come ''tumbling'' down the stairs when my family and I were downstairs in the living room watching TV.
During that time we somehow acquired a new quija board and once I took it to my bedroom upstairs to play with it. I put my fingers on the pallet and mentally asked if anyone was there
not expecting anything to happen. To my surprise and horror I felt the pallet being pushed by someone or something as it glided to yes. I bolted downstairs and put it back in it's box.
It seems that my bedroom was the ''heart'' of the house where things often took place. I have always wondered if subsequent families who lived in the same duplex ever experienced anything
similar. I would love to know and to validate my experiences.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
sufferkate
()
Date: July 15, 2013 03:07PM
Here's another story, fresh from the recent 4th of July holiday. This street and this house are still standing, as evidenced below:
This holiday season, nothing says 'family bonding' like finding out your little sister experienced many of the same terrifying encounters as you, in the house in which you both grew up.
We started talking about the house on Blanding Drive, and sis shared with me how she made her husband drive her over there, and once she was in the cove (it was called 'drive' but was really a 'cove'), she just lost it. She couldn't stop crying, she said.
The very same thing has happened to me, I said.
In fact, I went on, that was the house where a lot of strange things occurred.
"Did I ever tell you about the voices arguing in my room?" she asked.
My jaw dropped. She was talking about the same bedroom in which I and our mother had experienced the same phenomena!
I sat down at the kitchen table with her. "A man and a woman, was it?" I asked.
She looked stunned. "YES! You heard it too then? I thought I was crazy!"
Aside: If I had known that my little sister, as a child, was witnessing this, I'd have done something about it. Anything, I don't know. I was seventeen, she was seven. We didn't talk a whole lot back then.
"No, not crazy," I mumbled. My lips felt numb.
"So, you could hear them, too?" she asked again. Her face was all eyes; I mean, she couldn't be having me on.
"No, it was a man and a woman," I said, "and every time I get up the stairs close enough to begin to make out the words, they would stop."
She nodded. She was clutching her stomach, as though the memory made her ill.
"It was coming from that playroom dad made behind the closet," she said.
I had never thought about that. I knew that I could hear it from my first-floor bedroom, and it seemed to be coming from the area above my bed. Thinking back, I realized that it really WOULD have been situated in that quasi-playroom dad made.
"But it WAS a man and a woman, right? They'd begin in normal tones, and quickly escalate, although you couldn't hear their words," I surmised.
"Yeah," sis nodded.
"But from the room behind the closet?" I asked. Sis nodded again.
"No, I just thought it was coming from that bedroom," I said. "Although, now that you mention it..."
"What?" she wanted to know.
I made her come out into the garage for this little tale; I didn't want to risk any little ears overhearing.
On the night we moved in that house, the bedroom in question had been designated as mine. I was unpacking my closet, and re-arranging my shoes in a row on the floor, toes pointed to the wall.
At that time, there wasn't a door in the back wall, nor was there a room behind it. It was semi-finished storage space, accessible by a knee-high cubby of a door. The actual 'door' was a square that was pinned over the opening.
As I was finishing up, there was a scratching from behind this door. Bemused, thinking there was a squirrel or something behind the wall - as would be normal in this part of the south - I scratched back.
More scratching, and a gentle tapping knock followed.
I tapped back.
More tapping from the other side.
I wasn't alarmed at all by this point. I gently rapped with one knuckle ("Shave and a Haircut..."), stopping short of the last two raps ("...Two Bits!").
The thing on the other side rapped twice, slowly and deliberately.
Two. Bits.
*****
It takes a lot to scare me, but I was a teenager, and I hadn't experienced as much as I have today. I was a little frightened, but thought it could be my brother, having a bit of fun with me. I thought he may have gotten back there via the other side of the 'attic,' which was finished, but was on the same level as the two bedrooms on the second floor.
It never occurred to me that the stairs blocked this portion of the floor in, and thus, what I was surmising would be impossible.
Thinking to scare him, I pounded on the door. Hard.
Hard pounding from the other side.
I fell back from the door, suddenly feeling...observed, for lack of a better term.
I was angry, too. I'd show him!
I kicked the door as hard as I could.
The responding blow from the other side knocked that piece of board completely off the opening, but I didn't stick around to see what was on the other side. I was more than halfway down the stairs, dragging my brother by his shirt.
He had come up the stairs to see what all the pounding was about, you see, and was standing in the doorway around the time I delivered my devastating kick to the door.
"What are you DOING??!?" he yelled. I think I was out the door with him even before we heard the blow that knocked the door off the crawlspace.
I had to make our dad go up to my room and re-pin the cover on the opening. He nailed it shut, and asked nary a question.
He, too, had a story or two of his own already.
This holiday season, nothing says 'family bonding' like finding out your little sister experienced many of the same terrifying encounters as you, in the house in which you both grew up.
We started talking about the house on Blanding Drive, and sis shared with me how she made her husband drive her over there, and once she was in the cove (it was called 'drive' but was really a 'cove'), she just lost it. She couldn't stop crying, she said.
The very same thing has happened to me, I said.
In fact, I went on, that was the house where a lot of strange things occurred.
"Did I ever tell you about the voices arguing in my room?" she asked.
My jaw dropped. She was talking about the same bedroom in which I and our mother had experienced the same phenomena!
I sat down at the kitchen table with her. "A man and a woman, was it?" I asked.
She looked stunned. "YES! You heard it too then? I thought I was crazy!"
Aside: If I had known that my little sister, as a child, was witnessing this, I'd have done something about it. Anything, I don't know. I was seventeen, she was seven. We didn't talk a whole lot back then.
"No, not crazy," I mumbled. My lips felt numb.
"So, you could hear them, too?" she asked again. Her face was all eyes; I mean, she couldn't be having me on.
"No, it was a man and a woman," I said, "and every time I get up the stairs close enough to begin to make out the words, they would stop."
She nodded. She was clutching her stomach, as though the memory made her ill.
"It was coming from that playroom dad made behind the closet," she said.
I had never thought about that. I knew that I could hear it from my first-floor bedroom, and it seemed to be coming from the area above my bed. Thinking back, I realized that it really WOULD have been situated in that quasi-playroom dad made.
"But it WAS a man and a woman, right? They'd begin in normal tones, and quickly escalate, although you couldn't hear their words," I surmised.
"Yeah," sis nodded.
"But from the room behind the closet?" I asked. Sis nodded again.
"No, I just thought it was coming from that bedroom," I said. "Although, now that you mention it..."
"What?" she wanted to know.
I made her come out into the garage for this little tale; I didn't want to risk any little ears overhearing.
On the night we moved in that house, the bedroom in question had been designated as mine. I was unpacking my closet, and re-arranging my shoes in a row on the floor, toes pointed to the wall.
At that time, there wasn't a door in the back wall, nor was there a room behind it. It was semi-finished storage space, accessible by a knee-high cubby of a door. The actual 'door' was a square that was pinned over the opening.
As I was finishing up, there was a scratching from behind this door. Bemused, thinking there was a squirrel or something behind the wall - as would be normal in this part of the south - I scratched back.
More scratching, and a gentle tapping knock followed.
I tapped back.
More tapping from the other side.
I wasn't alarmed at all by this point. I gently rapped with one knuckle ("Shave and a Haircut..."), stopping short of the last two raps ("...Two Bits!").
The thing on the other side rapped twice, slowly and deliberately.
Two. Bits.
*****
It takes a lot to scare me, but I was a teenager, and I hadn't experienced as much as I have today. I was a little frightened, but thought it could be my brother, having a bit of fun with me. I thought he may have gotten back there via the other side of the 'attic,' which was finished, but was on the same level as the two bedrooms on the second floor.
It never occurred to me that the stairs blocked this portion of the floor in, and thus, what I was surmising would be impossible.
Thinking to scare him, I pounded on the door. Hard.
Hard pounding from the other side.
I fell back from the door, suddenly feeling...observed, for lack of a better term.
I was angry, too. I'd show him!
I kicked the door as hard as I could.
The responding blow from the other side knocked that piece of board completely off the opening, but I didn't stick around to see what was on the other side. I was more than halfway down the stairs, dragging my brother by his shirt.
He had come up the stairs to see what all the pounding was about, you see, and was standing in the doorway around the time I delivered my devastating kick to the door.
"What are you DOING??!?" he yelled. I think I was out the door with him even before we heard the blow that knocked the door off the crawlspace.
I had to make our dad go up to my room and re-pin the cover on the opening. He nailed it shut, and asked nary a question.
He, too, had a story or two of his own already.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Bonnie Tyler
()
Date: July 15, 2013 03:08PM
I remember seeing them when I was in school.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Erika
()
Date: July 15, 2013 03:17PM
My family and I moved onto Fort Belvoir a month ago into a newly constructed home.
It's not far from Mount Vernon at all. We got our keys from housing June 23 so we
checked out of the hotel and decided to start staying in the house that very day.
We went all through the house deciding who got what room and all. While we were
upstairs I noticed our dog was acting odd like she was scared of something. I didn't
pay it too much attention so we headed back downstairs.
My husband stepped out front and rang the doorbell to make sure it worked and our
dog was about 4 steps away from being completely off the stairs and her hackles went
straight up. She always alerts us when someone's at the door so not too unusual.
A few minutes later my husband and daughter went to pick up a desk for our TV and
laptop so I sat down on the stairs and called my dad to let him know we got the house
and everything was going OK.
We talked about 10 minutes and then hung up. I had just hung up when I heard a little
boy's voice upstairs. My dog reacted immediately hair went back up and she stood at my
feet looking up the stairs.
I looked up above me and saw nothing. So then I thought maybe it was outside. I went out
front to see if there were any kids out and there weren't any kids that I could hear or
see so I came back in.
About 10 minutes later I heard it again and I started thinking how odd my dog had acted
before when we were upstairs. We hadn't even been in the house an hour and a half before
activity started.
Since then my husband and I have both heard the floor creaking upstairs like someone walking
around when all of us were downstairs and the other day when I was in the shower someone (so
I thought) tapped on the bathroom door. I asked what'' really loud and got no answer so when
the tapping started again I yelled that I was in the shower and they'd have to wait till I got
out. My hubby was at work and my kids and dog were downstairs.
So I have no idea how that happened.
It's not far from Mount Vernon at all. We got our keys from housing June 23 so we
checked out of the hotel and decided to start staying in the house that very day.
We went all through the house deciding who got what room and all. While we were
upstairs I noticed our dog was acting odd like she was scared of something. I didn't
pay it too much attention so we headed back downstairs.
My husband stepped out front and rang the doorbell to make sure it worked and our
dog was about 4 steps away from being completely off the stairs and her hackles went
straight up. She always alerts us when someone's at the door so not too unusual.
A few minutes later my husband and daughter went to pick up a desk for our TV and
laptop so I sat down on the stairs and called my dad to let him know we got the house
and everything was going OK.
We talked about 10 minutes and then hung up. I had just hung up when I heard a little
boy's voice upstairs. My dog reacted immediately hair went back up and she stood at my
feet looking up the stairs.
I looked up above me and saw nothing. So then I thought maybe it was outside. I went out
front to see if there were any kids out and there weren't any kids that I could hear or
see so I came back in.
About 10 minutes later I heard it again and I started thinking how odd my dog had acted
before when we were upstairs. We hadn't even been in the house an hour and a half before
activity started.
Since then my husband and I have both heard the floor creaking upstairs like someone walking
around when all of us were downstairs and the other day when I was in the shower someone (so
I thought) tapped on the bathroom door. I asked what'' really loud and got no answer so when
the tapping started again I yelled that I was in the shower and they'd have to wait till I got
out. My hubby was at work and my kids and dog were downstairs.
So I have no idea how that happened.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
psychnurse96
()
Date: July 15, 2013 03:34PM
I was working at the local State Hospital a couple of years ago.
I went onto the unit at the beginning of my shift-around two o'clock in the afternoon.
Upon my arrival, I immediatley noticed that the "energy level" on the unit felt unusualy high. Not anything that I can necessarily put into writing, but a definite indicator that something could be imminently wrong. The patients were all wound up, and overstimulating.
The staff were on edge, and one could literally feel the hair on the back of their neck standing up, much like when all of your children are up, running around, and being loud, obnoxious, and causing high stress levels for the parents(s), yet not particularly doing anything wrong.
After about an hour of this, all of sudden, there was a quick breeze that blew through the unit, and down the hall. This alone, got our attention, as this was a double locked facility, in a 80 year old, very antiquated building. Nowhere the breeze could have come from. The windows were locked tight, and the sally port opened to another hallway.
We all shuddered immediatley-including the patients, who stopped to look around curiously. In one solid motion, the lights flickered, then all of the doors from one end of the hall, to the other slammed shut two by two!
These doors were big, heavy, solid oak, so each door that slammed, sounded like a shotgun blast. It was as if someone had run down the hall with their arms outsretched, pushing all of the doors shut!
EVERYONE, including the patients, stood with a dumbfounded look on their face, afraid to move! The nursing supervisor even came running out of her office to see what the commotion was.
Of course, we never found the cause, and it was kind of an unspoken agreement that the paranormal does in fact exist, in whatever form one believes.
I've honestly never been so afraid in broad daylight, and will never forget that day!
We all have thought we've seen something out of the corner of our eye, whether we are believers, or not, but this, by far was th most blatent display I have EVER experienced!
I went onto the unit at the beginning of my shift-around two o'clock in the afternoon.
Upon my arrival, I immediatley noticed that the "energy level" on the unit felt unusualy high. Not anything that I can necessarily put into writing, but a definite indicator that something could be imminently wrong. The patients were all wound up, and overstimulating.
The staff were on edge, and one could literally feel the hair on the back of their neck standing up, much like when all of your children are up, running around, and being loud, obnoxious, and causing high stress levels for the parents(s), yet not particularly doing anything wrong.
After about an hour of this, all of sudden, there was a quick breeze that blew through the unit, and down the hall. This alone, got our attention, as this was a double locked facility, in a 80 year old, very antiquated building. Nowhere the breeze could have come from. The windows were locked tight, and the sally port opened to another hallway.
We all shuddered immediatley-including the patients, who stopped to look around curiously. In one solid motion, the lights flickered, then all of the doors from one end of the hall, to the other slammed shut two by two!
These doors were big, heavy, solid oak, so each door that slammed, sounded like a shotgun blast. It was as if someone had run down the hall with their arms outsretched, pushing all of the doors shut!
EVERYONE, including the patients, stood with a dumbfounded look on their face, afraid to move! The nursing supervisor even came running out of her office to see what the commotion was.
Of course, we never found the cause, and it was kind of an unspoken agreement that the paranormal does in fact exist, in whatever form one believes.
I've honestly never been so afraid in broad daylight, and will never forget that day!
We all have thought we've seen something out of the corner of our eye, whether we are believers, or not, but this, by far was th most blatent display I have EVER experienced!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Lisaru02
()
Date: July 15, 2013 03:35PM
Anna Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> As a child I lived in River village in Fort
> Belvoir for about three years during the mid to
> late 1960s. We moved from there when I was twelve.
> My family and I had many paranormal
> experiences in the two-story duplex home that we
> lived in on Potomac loop. Our dog would sometimes
> cower and growl at nothing we could see. Other
> times a very sweet thick floral
> scent would come ''tumbling'' down the stairs when
> my family and I were downstairs in the living room
> watching TV.
>
> During that time we somehow acquired a new quija
> board and once I took it to my bedroom upstairs to
> play with it. I put my fingers on the pallet and
> mentally asked if anyone was there
> not expecting anything to happen. To my surprise
> and horror I felt the pallet being pushed by
> someone or something as it glided to yes. I bolted
> downstairs and put it back in it's box.
> It seems that my bedroom was the ''heart'' of the
> house where things often took place. I have always
> wondered if subsequent families who lived in the
> same duplex ever experienced anything
> similar. I would love to know and to validate my
> experiences.
Years ago we lived in River village on potomac loop in the duplexes. The building next to us had one side vacancy a long time
which was very odd given the waiting list. Finally a family moved in with a daughter.
I can't recall her age but I'll guess middle or High School. After a very short time the family was moving out. I went over and
asked the father why and he said their daughter as well as the rest of the family was experiencing paranormal activity on the
property.
Here's the thing that really freaked me out... Their daughter was so upset the parents had sent her to a Counselor on post. At
some point the Counselor went to housing and whatever they found out caused the family to get relocated to another set of quarters.
-------------------------------------------------------
> As a child I lived in River village in Fort
> Belvoir for about three years during the mid to
> late 1960s. We moved from there when I was twelve.
> My family and I had many paranormal
> experiences in the two-story duplex home that we
> lived in on Potomac loop. Our dog would sometimes
> cower and growl at nothing we could see. Other
> times a very sweet thick floral
> scent would come ''tumbling'' down the stairs when
> my family and I were downstairs in the living room
> watching TV.
>
> During that time we somehow acquired a new quija
> board and once I took it to my bedroom upstairs to
> play with it. I put my fingers on the pallet and
> mentally asked if anyone was there
> not expecting anything to happen. To my surprise
> and horror I felt the pallet being pushed by
> someone or something as it glided to yes. I bolted
> downstairs and put it back in it's box.
> It seems that my bedroom was the ''heart'' of the
> house where things often took place. I have always
> wondered if subsequent families who lived in the
> same duplex ever experienced anything
> similar. I would love to know and to validate my
> experiences.
Years ago we lived in River village on potomac loop in the duplexes. The building next to us had one side vacancy a long time
which was very odd given the waiting list. Finally a family moved in with a daughter.
I can't recall her age but I'll guess middle or High School. After a very short time the family was moving out. I went over and
asked the father why and he said their daughter as well as the rest of the family was experiencing paranormal activity on the
property.
Here's the thing that really freaked me out... Their daughter was so upset the parents had sent her to a Counselor on post. At
some point the Counselor went to housing and whatever they found out caused the family to get relocated to another set of quarters.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
moonlit5472
()
Date: July 15, 2013 03:42PM
I will never forget the paranormal experiences that my family and I in particular had at Potomac loop River village Fort Belvoir Virginia during the mid-1960s. If you are experiencing such experiences please email me at moonlit5472@hotmail.com
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
neomastiff
()
Date: July 15, 2013 03:45PM
I have two ghost stories: One comes from my current place of employment. A woman who had come back from surgery died in room 152 A bed. The next day we admitted a patient to that bed. The patient called us in and asked if there was a woman in dark clothing wondering around. We thought she was crazy because of the drugs we had given her, but she was completely A&O x3 and talked sense to us. Later on she saw the figure again and refused to stay in the room. We had to move her to another room.
The second one comes from an LTAC that I worked at. We a had an older gentleman in our ICU room 8. He died there. I told people jokingly that the room should stay empty for at least three days to "clear the air". We all know how that is impossible. Two more people died in that room back to back. So three deaths in three days in the same room. CREEPY! Even creepier is that I jokingly said three days to clear the air!
The second one comes from an LTAC that I worked at. We a had an older gentleman in our ICU room 8. He died there. I told people jokingly that the room should stay empty for at least three days to "clear the air". We all know how that is impossible. Two more people died in that room back to back. So three deaths in three days in the same room. CREEPY! Even creepier is that I jokingly said three days to clear the air!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
scary stuff
()
Date: July 15, 2013 03:47PM
I was staying at friends house one night and at about 0100 I woke up frantically packing my things. My friend kept asking what I was doing and I kept telling her that my dad was calling me. She kept telling me the time and that everything was ok. I was adament about going home. She called my house and let my mom and dad know that I was coming home. When I woke up in the morning, I was confused because I was at home and not at my friend's house. My friend only lived two houses down from me in a small town. When I talked to my friend later that day she told me about the story of the boy who was electrocuted in the bathtub in her room and how sometimes at night she hears a voice calling "dad". I asked her how she stands it and she replied, "How is it going to hurt me?" I asked her why I came home and she told me that I kept saying that "dad is calling me, I have to go home". Totally crept me out! Whenever I stayed at her house we stayed in the lower part and I hardly slept.
I also had a friend that was looking to buy an old farmhouse. The farmhouse had been cleared of everything. My friend went around the house taking pictures so she had an idea of what she wanted to repair and update. When she got the pictures back, you're not going to believe this but I saw them and the house for myself (I went with her), The kitchen had white curtains in the windows, the hallway had a single painted picture of a family (what looked to be Amish) in all black, and the one room had a cradle on the floor in the corner. Needless to say she didn't buy the house. How creepy! She kept the photos as a keepsake. We look at them every now and then for a little scare. When people say there is no such things as ghosts or spirits, they are just wrong!
I also had a friend that was looking to buy an old farmhouse. The farmhouse had been cleared of everything. My friend went around the house taking pictures so she had an idea of what she wanted to repair and update. When she got the pictures back, you're not going to believe this but I saw them and the house for myself (I went with her), The kitchen had white curtains in the windows, the hallway had a single painted picture of a family (what looked to be Amish) in all black, and the one room had a cradle on the floor in the corner. Needless to say she didn't buy the house. How creepy! She kept the photos as a keepsake. We look at them every now and then for a little scare. When people say there is no such things as ghosts or spirits, they are just wrong!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Barbara
()
Date: July 15, 2013 03:48PM
About ten years ago I took a bus to the Triangle area and went to Acts Way (near Triangle Plaza) to meet with a therapist.
After the session was over I walked to the bus stop near a bridge. I waited quite a while for the bus and was annoyed to be
waiting so long. It was a cold day . I had this eerie feeling that something was looking at me and I looked down by the creek
and lo and behold I saw a number of solders in a battle. They had tri corner hats and red jackets.
I thought to myself wth is going on? Am I seeing things ? I had such a feeling of sadness it just blew me away. I saw some solders
laying on the ground dead... And one man sticking another with a bayonet! Omg! The bus came and I turned away and then looked and
they were gone.
I remember telling the bus driver what I saw and he smiled and said ''back in the 1700s there was a bloody battle fought at that
creek. ''. To this day that place still scares me every time I pass...I do believe I saw a residual haunting.
After the session was over I walked to the bus stop near a bridge. I waited quite a while for the bus and was annoyed to be
waiting so long. It was a cold day . I had this eerie feeling that something was looking at me and I looked down by the creek
and lo and behold I saw a number of solders in a battle. They had tri corner hats and red jackets.
I thought to myself wth is going on? Am I seeing things ? I had such a feeling of sadness it just blew me away. I saw some solders
laying on the ground dead... And one man sticking another with a bayonet! Omg! The bus came and I turned away and then looked and
they were gone.
I remember telling the bus driver what I saw and he smiled and said ''back in the 1700s there was a bloody battle fought at that
creek. ''. To this day that place still scares me every time I pass...I do believe I saw a residual haunting.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Dead wife
()
Date: July 15, 2013 04:05PM
I don't know if this is really spooky, but a while ago while I was working at a LTC facility on the MN shift, there was a hospice patient that required total care. One night when I finished doing my rounds, I looked down the hallway and I saw this tall white figure come out one of the rooms and walked into another. I knew it wasn't my imagination, so I did not go down the hallway to try to find out who it could have been. At that time, the hospice patient came out of his room via w/c and wheeled to the nursing station and asked me which way did his wife go. I was not really familiar with the patient so I asked one of my CENAs about his wife, because I knew that there were no visitors on the floor and she informed me that his wife a past away a couple of years ago. I then asked the patient when was the last time that he had seen his wife, and he told me that she was in his room a few minutes ago, and told him to follow her. Needless to say he past the following day.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
geetha50
()
Date: July 15, 2013 04:08PM
same here Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> DKH Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Last September I was sitting home alone at my
> > computer desk. Hubby was on temporary duty and
> the
> > kids were at friends houses.
> > All of a sudden I hear walking up above me in
> the
> > upstairs hallway. OK not that big a deal as we
> > hear this quite often in this
> > house. Well about 10 minutes later my living
> room
> > TV comes on by itself. Now this freaked me out
> so
> > I went out back on the patio
> > for a few minutes just to collect my thoughts.
> I
> > came back in and searched the house just to
> make
> > sure one of my kids hadn't come
> > back home and was messing with me.No one else
> was
> > here but me and the dog and she stays by my
> side
> > all the time. Over the next 30
> > minutes my kids came home and we all decided to
> > sit in the living room and watch a movie. Where
> I
> > was sitting on the couch I could
> > see when someone would come down the stairs.
> >
> > Well I saw something out of the corner of my
> eye
> > and when I looked in the direction of the
> > staircase I noticed this white blur move
> > really quick and dart towards the dining room /
> > computer room. Also not that unusual as this
> house
> > has been very active from the start.
> > I decided not to mention it to the kids as I
> > didn't want to freak them out anymore than
> > necessary. I got up to go to the bathroom about
> > 15 minutes later and just as I opened the
> bathroom
> > door a black shadow moved in front of me
> towards
> > the toilet. I let out a scream and
> > ended up scaring my kids and dog in the
> process.
> > Now that was the first time I'd seen that or
> > anything else in the bathroom. I don't know
> > what it was. Needless to say I decided to go
> > upstairs to the bathroom.
>
>
> We moved into our house here in George Washington
> village back in June of 2011. Within 1 hour things
> started to happen.
> My husband daughter and dog were upstairs checking
> out the rooms and I noticed our dog had her hair
> standing up on
> her back. I thought it was odd but dismissed it.
> About 15 minutes later my hubby and daughter ran
> to the store so I
> sat on the stairs and called my parent's to let
> them know we got the house and that things were
> going good.
>
> I had no sooner hung up my cell phone when I heard
> a little boy whispering like he was having a
> conversation with
> someone and it was coming from upstairs. My dog
> alerted immediately and wouldn't take her eyes off
> the top of the
> stairs.
>
> ''he'' seemed to be talking back and forth to
> someone else but I couldn't understand what was
> being said. It lasted
> for a couple of minutes and then stopped and I
> didn't hear anything else. Since then we've heard
> little footsteps running
> down the upstairs hallway when we're all
> downstairs we've heard walking in me and my
> hubby's bedroom as well.
>
> One morning when my kids went to school and my
> hubby was at work I heard a man's voice call out
> from upstairs it wasn't
> a full yell but sounded kind of muffled. We've
> also seem black shadow's in the shape of a person
> moving about the whole
> house. I witnessed a white mist float down the
> stairs into the living room.
>
> A couple of days before Christmas I was home alone
> with the dogs (we recently adopted again) I heard
> a muffled sneeze
> coming from upstairs and both dogs turned to look
> but neither one would go up. The dogs often alert
> on things that none
> of us can see. This house is proving to be very
> active!
It's so weird that you experienced something within an hour of settling in. There are some really good suggestions made by the other posters here. I hope you take them to heart. Like the other posters, I would love to hear what you find out about the history of the house.
From the way you write, I can see that you have experienced a lot more than me so you probably know what to do to protect yourself and your family but I would like to give a small suggestion. Have you tried blessing your home. It is part of our Hindu tradition to blessing any home we move into so that we are not hurt by unwanted spirits.
-------------------------------------------------------
> DKH Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Last September I was sitting home alone at my
> > computer desk. Hubby was on temporary duty and
> the
> > kids were at friends houses.
> > All of a sudden I hear walking up above me in
> the
> > upstairs hallway. OK not that big a deal as we
> > hear this quite often in this
> > house. Well about 10 minutes later my living
> room
> > TV comes on by itself. Now this freaked me out
> so
> > I went out back on the patio
> > for a few minutes just to collect my thoughts.
> I
> > came back in and searched the house just to
> make
> > sure one of my kids hadn't come
> > back home and was messing with me.No one else
> was
> > here but me and the dog and she stays by my
> side
> > all the time. Over the next 30
> > minutes my kids came home and we all decided to
> > sit in the living room and watch a movie. Where
> I
> > was sitting on the couch I could
> > see when someone would come down the stairs.
> >
> > Well I saw something out of the corner of my
> eye
> > and when I looked in the direction of the
> > staircase I noticed this white blur move
> > really quick and dart towards the dining room /
> > computer room. Also not that unusual as this
> house
> > has been very active from the start.
> > I decided not to mention it to the kids as I
> > didn't want to freak them out anymore than
> > necessary. I got up to go to the bathroom about
> > 15 minutes later and just as I opened the
> bathroom
> > door a black shadow moved in front of me
> towards
> > the toilet. I let out a scream and
> > ended up scaring my kids and dog in the
> process.
> > Now that was the first time I'd seen that or
> > anything else in the bathroom. I don't know
> > what it was. Needless to say I decided to go
> > upstairs to the bathroom.
>
>
> We moved into our house here in George Washington
> village back in June of 2011. Within 1 hour things
> started to happen.
> My husband daughter and dog were upstairs checking
> out the rooms and I noticed our dog had her hair
> standing up on
> her back. I thought it was odd but dismissed it.
> About 15 minutes later my hubby and daughter ran
> to the store so I
> sat on the stairs and called my parent's to let
> them know we got the house and that things were
> going good.
>
> I had no sooner hung up my cell phone when I heard
> a little boy whispering like he was having a
> conversation with
> someone and it was coming from upstairs. My dog
> alerted immediately and wouldn't take her eyes off
> the top of the
> stairs.
>
> ''he'' seemed to be talking back and forth to
> someone else but I couldn't understand what was
> being said. It lasted
> for a couple of minutes and then stopped and I
> didn't hear anything else. Since then we've heard
> little footsteps running
> down the upstairs hallway when we're all
> downstairs we've heard walking in me and my
> hubby's bedroom as well.
>
> One morning when my kids went to school and my
> hubby was at work I heard a man's voice call out
> from upstairs it wasn't
> a full yell but sounded kind of muffled. We've
> also seem black shadow's in the shape of a person
> moving about the whole
> house. I witnessed a white mist float down the
> stairs into the living room.
>
> A couple of days before Christmas I was home alone
> with the dogs (we recently adopted again) I heard
> a muffled sneeze
> coming from upstairs and both dogs turned to look
> but neither one would go up. The dogs often alert
> on things that none
> of us can see. This house is proving to be very
> active!
It's so weird that you experienced something within an hour of settling in. There are some really good suggestions made by the other posters here. I hope you take them to heart. Like the other posters, I would love to hear what you find out about the history of the house.
From the way you write, I can see that you have experienced a lot more than me so you probably know what to do to protect yourself and your family but I would like to give a small suggestion. Have you tried blessing your home. It is part of our Hindu tradition to blessing any home we move into so that we are not hurt by unwanted spirits.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Argette
()
Date: July 15, 2013 04:11PM
Lisaru02 Wrote:
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> Anna Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > As a child I lived in River village in Fort
> > Belvoir for about three years during the mid to
> > late 1960s. We moved from there when I was
> twelve.
> > My family and I had many paranormal
> > experiences in the two-story duplex home that
> we
> > lived in on Potomac loop. Our dog would
> sometimes
> > cower and growl at nothing we could see. Other
> > times a very sweet thick floral
> > scent would come ''tumbling'' down the stairs
> when
> > my family and I were downstairs in the living
> room
> > watching TV.
> >
> > During that time we somehow acquired a new
> quija
> > board and once I took it to my bedroom upstairs
> to
> > play with it. I put my fingers on the pallet
> and
> > mentally asked if anyone was there
> > not expecting anything to happen. To my
> surprise
> > and horror I felt the pallet being pushed by
> > someone or something as it glided to yes. I
> bolted
> > downstairs and put it back in it's box.
> > It seems that my bedroom was the ''heart'' of
> the
> > house where things often took place. I have
> always
> > wondered if subsequent families who lived in
> the
> > same duplex ever experienced anything
> > similar. I would love to know and to validate
> my
> > experiences.
>
>
> Years ago we lived in River village on potomac
> loop in the duplexes. The building next to us had
> one side vacancy a long time
> which was very odd given the waiting list. Finally
> a family moved in with a daughter.
>
> I can't recall her age but I'll guess middle or
> High School. After a very short time the family
> was moving out. I went over and
> asked the father why and he said their daughter as
> well as the rest of the family was experiencing
> paranormal activity on the
> property.
>
> Here's the thing that really freaked me out...
> Their daughter was so upset the parents had sent
> her to a Counselor on post. At
> some point the Counselor went to housing and
> whatever they found out caused the family to get
> relocated to another set of quarters.
I lived on Potomac Loop, River Village, in Fort Belvoir too as a child when my father was stationed there in the 1960s. We lived there for a little over three years, and I was twelve when we transferred to Schofield Barracks. I am now 57 years old. My family--especially my father and I--had many paranormal experiences while living in our Fort Belvoir duplex on Potomac Loop. A while after moving from Belvoir, my father was told that the housing had been built over an area that contained a gravesite and that the site was never, or not entirely, cleared of the buried. We never ascertained if this was true.
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> Anna Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > As a child I lived in River village in Fort
> > Belvoir for about three years during the mid to
> > late 1960s. We moved from there when I was
> twelve.
> > My family and I had many paranormal
> > experiences in the two-story duplex home that
> we
> > lived in on Potomac loop. Our dog would
> sometimes
> > cower and growl at nothing we could see. Other
> > times a very sweet thick floral
> > scent would come ''tumbling'' down the stairs
> when
> > my family and I were downstairs in the living
> room
> > watching TV.
> >
> > During that time we somehow acquired a new
> quija
> > board and once I took it to my bedroom upstairs
> to
> > play with it. I put my fingers on the pallet
> and
> > mentally asked if anyone was there
> > not expecting anything to happen. To my
> surprise
> > and horror I felt the pallet being pushed by
> > someone or something as it glided to yes. I
> bolted
> > downstairs and put it back in it's box.
> > It seems that my bedroom was the ''heart'' of
> the
> > house where things often took place. I have
> always
> > wondered if subsequent families who lived in
> the
> > same duplex ever experienced anything
> > similar. I would love to know and to validate
> my
> > experiences.
>
>
> Years ago we lived in River village on potomac
> loop in the duplexes. The building next to us had
> one side vacancy a long time
> which was very odd given the waiting list. Finally
> a family moved in with a daughter.
>
> I can't recall her age but I'll guess middle or
> High School. After a very short time the family
> was moving out. I went over and
> asked the father why and he said their daughter as
> well as the rest of the family was experiencing
> paranormal activity on the
> property.
>
> Here's the thing that really freaked me out...
> Their daughter was so upset the parents had sent
> her to a Counselor on post. At
> some point the Counselor went to housing and
> whatever they found out caused the family to get
> relocated to another set of quarters.
I lived on Potomac Loop, River Village, in Fort Belvoir too as a child when my father was stationed there in the 1960s. We lived there for a little over three years, and I was twelve when we transferred to Schofield Barracks. I am now 57 years old. My family--especially my father and I--had many paranormal experiences while living in our Fort Belvoir duplex on Potomac Loop. A while after moving from Belvoir, my father was told that the housing had been built over an area that contained a gravesite and that the site was never, or not entirely, cleared of the buried. We never ascertained if this was true.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Robert Gerard Bonney
()
Date: July 15, 2013 04:16PM
I retired from the U.S. Army in July of 1991 and returned to Virginia to start a residence. While looking for a job and a residence I rented a room, which was a finished basement. I found a job at a previous employer that I had worked on a part-time basis while I was stationed at Fort Belvoir, Virginia.
I got up one morning and was preparing to go to work, the owner of the townhouse had gone to work a couple of hours before. I was shaving and from time to time whistling, nothing in particular, made up notes. After one series of notes I stopped and a few seconds later I heard the exact string of notes from outside the bathroom. This startled me and I asked “who’s there”, no reply, not bothering to wipe my face I quickly opened the door and again asked who’s there.
I went up to the upper floors and searched the whole townhouse, no one was there. I shook it off as my imagination and continued to shave. I finished dressing and went to the closet to get my shoes, and the following event made the hair on my neck stand up.
As I bent over to pick up the shoes, I heard the same string of notes and it seemed like they were being whistled directly behind me. Truly scared at this time I spun around and with shoes in hand I quickly exited the townhouse, putting my shoes on at the top of the steps.
The notes were so clear they could not have been coming from the adjoining townhouse, they were not muffled. Later I tried repeating the sequence of notes but was unable to duplicate those particular notes.
I often think of this event and wonder if it could have been my deceased father, he died when I was thirteen months old. And my mother had told me that my father was always whistling, in fact I have a photo of him walking down a street in Baltimore looking carefree and whistling. I’m certain of one thing, it was definitely not my imagination.
I got up one morning and was preparing to go to work, the owner of the townhouse had gone to work a couple of hours before. I was shaving and from time to time whistling, nothing in particular, made up notes. After one series of notes I stopped and a few seconds later I heard the exact string of notes from outside the bathroom. This startled me and I asked “who’s there”, no reply, not bothering to wipe my face I quickly opened the door and again asked who’s there.
I went up to the upper floors and searched the whole townhouse, no one was there. I shook it off as my imagination and continued to shave. I finished dressing and went to the closet to get my shoes, and the following event made the hair on my neck stand up.
As I bent over to pick up the shoes, I heard the same string of notes and it seemed like they were being whistled directly behind me. Truly scared at this time I spun around and with shoes in hand I quickly exited the townhouse, putting my shoes on at the top of the steps.
The notes were so clear they could not have been coming from the adjoining townhouse, they were not muffled. Later I tried repeating the sequence of notes but was unable to duplicate those particular notes.
I often think of this event and wonder if it could have been my deceased father, he died when I was thirteen months old. And my mother had told me that my father was always whistling, in fact I have a photo of him walking down a street in Baltimore looking carefree and whistling. I’m certain of one thing, it was definitely not my imagination.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Woodlawn Plantation
()
Date: July 15, 2013 04:18PM
Phantom Rider Wrote:
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> There's the legend of the Phantom Rider out at
> Woodlawn Plantation near Mount Vernon.
>
> http://books.google.com/books?id=osFPF4di118C&pg=P
> A4&lpg=PA4&dq=fairfax+county+library+ghost&source=
> bl&ots=UYdfKoMUUf&sig=NIMAWPAHAYfmOuEfaVJWrcEOQSA&
> hl=en&sa=X&ei=HmnUUZiLJ4WIqQHGwoGoCw&ved=0CCwQ6AEw
> ATgK#v=onepage&q=fairfax%20county%20library%20ghos
> t&f=false
Over the centuries, Woodlawn Plantation has become a local focal point for mysterious occurrences and reported ghost sightings. The mansion sits atop a hill overlooking George Washington’s estate at Mount Vernon, just a few miles north of Fort Belvoir.
The mansion was a gift from Washington to his nephew, Maj. Lawrence Lewis and Eleanor “Nelly” Custis, the mansion’s first family. Today, visitors come each year to partake of Woodlawn’s haunted tales passed on from employees, security guards or those who stayed at the mansion.
Craig Tuminaro, who is now the assistant director of historic preservation, has been working at Woodlawn Plantation for the past seven years. But during his first year, he admits to having one odd occurrence.
Tuminaro was walking from the parlor to the center hallway – a path he had taken a number of times before. “I was right about here and I heard a whisper in my ear,” Tuminaro said, standing about a foot from the doorway leading from a yellow-painted parlor to the center hallway.
“ All I heard was ‘swing’ or ‘sweet’ or ‘sshh’ like that,” he said making a sound similar to a hissing noise. “It was just so, so quick,” he added.
“ It was just at the end of the day. It was late. I’d say like five o’ clock,” he said.
Tuminaro never heard anything out of the ordinary after that, but said his encounter leaves him questioning the possibility that that people leave an imprint on a house.
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> There's the legend of the Phantom Rider out at
> Woodlawn Plantation near Mount Vernon.
>
> http://books.google.com/books?id=osFPF4di118C&pg=P
> A4&lpg=PA4&dq=fairfax+county+library+ghost&source=
> bl&ots=UYdfKoMUUf&sig=NIMAWPAHAYfmOuEfaVJWrcEOQSA&
> hl=en&sa=X&ei=HmnUUZiLJ4WIqQHGwoGoCw&ved=0CCwQ6AEw
> ATgK#v=onepage&q=fairfax%20county%20library%20ghos
> t&f=false
Over the centuries, Woodlawn Plantation has become a local focal point for mysterious occurrences and reported ghost sightings. The mansion sits atop a hill overlooking George Washington’s estate at Mount Vernon, just a few miles north of Fort Belvoir.
The mansion was a gift from Washington to his nephew, Maj. Lawrence Lewis and Eleanor “Nelly” Custis, the mansion’s first family. Today, visitors come each year to partake of Woodlawn’s haunted tales passed on from employees, security guards or those who stayed at the mansion.
Craig Tuminaro, who is now the assistant director of historic preservation, has been working at Woodlawn Plantation for the past seven years. But during his first year, he admits to having one odd occurrence.
Tuminaro was walking from the parlor to the center hallway – a path he had taken a number of times before. “I was right about here and I heard a whisper in my ear,” Tuminaro said, standing about a foot from the doorway leading from a yellow-painted parlor to the center hallway.
“ All I heard was ‘swing’ or ‘sweet’ or ‘sshh’ like that,” he said making a sound similar to a hissing noise. “It was just so, so quick,” he added.
“ It was just at the end of the day. It was late. I’d say like five o’ clock,” he said.
Tuminaro never heard anything out of the ordinary after that, but said his encounter leaves him questioning the possibility that that people leave an imprint on a house.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Sgt Miller
()
Date: July 15, 2013 04:20PM
Sgt Jack Wrote:
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> Ft. Belvoir haunting Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > There used to be a motor pool just south of
> Fort
> > Belvoir that held the trucks of the 100th
> engineer
> > company (FB).
> > The year was 1965 and I was an SP/4 assigned to
> > the unit. I was pulling guard duty at the motor
> > pool and it was late
> > at night.
> >
> > I had to use the toilet so I went to one of the
> > out houses. There was no indoor plumbing at the
> > motor pool. As I sat
> > on the toilet seat I started to hear a
> scratching
> > noise under the seat. I had a flash light so I
> > stood up and shined
> > the light into the toilet hole.
> >
> > There was nothing down there but waste. I sat
> back
> > down and started rationalizing; was it a rat
> under
> > the toilet?
> > The scratching started again and got louder. I
> > then got up and left the outhouse. As I walked
> > away I could hear the
> > scratching getting louder. When I told my peers
> > about the experience they told me they had
> heard
> > voices while using
> > the outhouses.
> >
> > I later found out that the motor pool was the
> site
> > of the Gunston Cemetery for blacks. It was
> > abandoned in 1902 and
> > moved in 1930. There were rumors that all of
> the
> > remains were not moved and some were discovered
> > when the area was
> > excavated.
>
>
> Humphrey hall the site of the engineer school
> headquarters in 1974 is haunted. I was pulling
> sdnco in 1974 there when I encountered a full
> blown apparition. I had noticed the lights on the
> second floor would come back on after I cut them
> off. This occurred several times. I began
> to think that someone was working late. It was
> about one o'clock in the morning when I went
> upstairs to investigate. I called out but no one
> answered. Out of the corner of my eye I saw
> something strange.
>
> It appeared that there was an outline in the air.
> I could make out a figure made up entirely of air.
> As it approached I could see it's face.
> The face was fuzzy like a bad picture on the TV.
> My hair stood on end and the air became cold. My
> arms were covered in goose bumps. I ran down
> the stairs and out the door. I did not go inside
> until the sdo came for his rounds. When I told him
> he stated that it wasn't the first time he
> had heard a story about that building. From then
> on I paid someone to pull my duty.
The EOD building at Ft. Belvoir is haunted, everyone that I know who was stationed there says the place is freaky
and a few techs that I know saw a mist floating around - these techs I wouldn't hesitate in a second to go downrange
with and were not bullshit artists. The D.C. area is said to be full of wierd shit as many of the Army Forts date
back to Revolutionary and Civil War times.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Ft. Belvoir haunting Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > There used to be a motor pool just south of
> Fort
> > Belvoir that held the trucks of the 100th
> engineer
> > company (FB).
> > The year was 1965 and I was an SP/4 assigned to
> > the unit. I was pulling guard duty at the motor
> > pool and it was late
> > at night.
> >
> > I had to use the toilet so I went to one of the
> > out houses. There was no indoor plumbing at the
> > motor pool. As I sat
> > on the toilet seat I started to hear a
> scratching
> > noise under the seat. I had a flash light so I
> > stood up and shined
> > the light into the toilet hole.
> >
> > There was nothing down there but waste. I sat
> back
> > down and started rationalizing; was it a rat
> under
> > the toilet?
> > The scratching started again and got louder. I
> > then got up and left the outhouse. As I walked
> > away I could hear the
> > scratching getting louder. When I told my peers
> > about the experience they told me they had
> heard
> > voices while using
> > the outhouses.
> >
> > I later found out that the motor pool was the
> site
> > of the Gunston Cemetery for blacks. It was
> > abandoned in 1902 and
> > moved in 1930. There were rumors that all of
> the
> > remains were not moved and some were discovered
> > when the area was
> > excavated.
>
>
> Humphrey hall the site of the engineer school
> headquarters in 1974 is haunted. I was pulling
> sdnco in 1974 there when I encountered a full
> blown apparition. I had noticed the lights on the
> second floor would come back on after I cut them
> off. This occurred several times. I began
> to think that someone was working late. It was
> about one o'clock in the morning when I went
> upstairs to investigate. I called out but no one
> answered. Out of the corner of my eye I saw
> something strange.
>
> It appeared that there was an outline in the air.
> I could make out a figure made up entirely of air.
> As it approached I could see it's face.
> The face was fuzzy like a bad picture on the TV.
> My hair stood on end and the air became cold. My
> arms were covered in goose bumps. I ran down
> the stairs and out the door. I did not go inside
> until the sdo came for his rounds. When I told him
> he stated that it wasn't the first time he
> had heard a story about that building. From then
> on I paid someone to pull my duty.
The EOD building at Ft. Belvoir is haunted, everyone that I know who was stationed there says the place is freaky
and a few techs that I know saw a mist floating around - these techs I wouldn't hesitate in a second to go downrange
with and were not bullshit artists. The D.C. area is said to be full of wierd shit as many of the Army Forts date
back to Revolutionary and Civil War times.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
The Lady of Belvoir
()
Date: July 15, 2013 04:24PM
I came across this online article since wethere's been so much discussion about Ft. Belvoir
The Lady of Belvoir
http://www.virginialiving.com/virginiana/history/the-lady-of-belvoir/
If there is a ghost at the Fort Belvoir military base in Northern Virginia, it is that of Sally Fairfax, wandering about her garden, admiring her favorite daffodils while eagerly listening for the sound of hoofbeats and the approach of her young caller: George Washington.
In the spring, the daffodils still bloom, but Belvoir is no more. Long ago, the charred ruins of the lovely mansion crumbled to the ground along with its memories of candlelit balls and the sounds of coaches on cobblestone. Yet a love story remains. It is little known and less spoken of, but still an integral part of America’s colonial history. It is a chapter in the life of the American hero, George Washington, who loved, passionately, the lady at Belvoir his neighbor and the wife of his best friend, George William Fairfax. Proper credit has never been given Sally for the important role she played in Washington’s early life. Instead, she has been regarded mainly as a flirtatious Southern belle, a brainless beauty. Untrue!
The eldest and most fascinating of the four daughters of Col. Wilson Cary, owner of Ceelys Plantation near Hampton, Sally was born in 1730 to great wealth and luxury. The Cary plantation was the center of society along the lower James River. Gentry from near and far often visited, as did officers from foreign ships that sailed into port.
As the colonel was a member of the Virginia House of Burgesses, the family, during sessions, stayed at their Williamsburg townhouse and took advantage of the town’s many social events, including Assembly balls at the Governor’s Palace. A strict guardian of his four pretty daughters—Sally (Sarah), Mary, Anne and Elizabeth—the colonel was quick to discourage any suitor who was not wealthy, not from a prominent family or otherwise unacceptable as a future son-in-law. He was particularly selective of Sally’s beaux for, as everyone knew, she was his favorite. He had personally overseen her education. Let a man without wealth or family background approach the colonel for permission to call upon Sally, and he would be sent packing with the words, “If that is your mission here, sir, you may as well order your horse. My daughter is accustomed to her coach and six.”
Sally, at age 18, was highly educated and intelligent, knowledgeable of world affairs, music, art, literature and dance. She read books from her father’s vast library. She was also feminine, a coquette—and, as yet, unmarried. Many of her friends were not only married but had become parents as well. Not that Sally seemed to mind, for beaux were still plentiful and parties numerous, and she had every material wish fulfilled by her doting father. She spent her days visiting friends, attending teas (often with her mother or sisters) and learning the latest gossip of Williamsburg.
Her evenings were for merriment. It was no surprise when the family received an invitation to attend the Governor’s Ball during the session of 1747. What was serendipitous was that Sally would meet her future husband, George William Fairfax, that evening. As everyone knew, he was from Northern Virginia and lived at the magnificent Belvoir mansion on the Potomac, along with his father, Sir William Fairfax. And he was heir to the famous family title that would one day make him Lord Fairfax.
Sally was expert in dancing, and she dressed expensively, her auburn hair coiffed beautifully by her attendant. She at once caught the eye of the 23-year-old Fairfax. He also caught Sally’s attention, with his powdered wig, handsome evening costume and aristocratic features. Each queried friends about the other. When George William learned that not only were the Cary women beautiful but also from a family of great wealth, property and history (dating back to the 1400s in England, as did his own), he at once asked to call on Sally. He was accepted by the entire family, one of whom informed him, “I know of no family which has ever possessed nobler specimens of womanhood.”
George William was hooked. He at once wrote to his cousin, Robert, in England, the only man who stood between him and the Fairfax title: “Attending here on the General Assembly, I have had several opportunities of visiting Miss Cary, a daughter of Colonel Wilson Cary, and finding her amiable person to answer all the favourable reports made, I addressed myself and having obtained the young lady’s and her parents’ consent, we are to be married on the 17th instant. Colonel Cary wears the same coat of arms as the Lord Hunsdon.”
Col. Cary thoroughly researched the Englishman’s background and happily discovered that not only did he stand to inherit Belvoir, with its 2,700 acres in northern Virginia, but he also owned properties in Yorkshire; the famous Leeds Castle in England was among the Fairfax possessions. Yes, if asked, he would be pleased to hand over his daughter to such a prominent man, never mind that there was an arrogance about the future lord, a noblesse oblige that puzzled some and awed others. Love had little to do with it.
How did Sally react to all this? She was dazzled with the prospects. One day, she reasoned, she would become Lady Fairfax. None of her friends could make such a claim. Belvoir would be her home, to live in, to entertain in, to do with as she liked. She had heard much good about the Fairfax men and their great wealth and position in the colony. And so, on the 17th of December, 1747, she and George William were married and at once left for Belvoir, the mansion perched high on a bluff above the mighty Potomac.
As the coach rounded the curved drive in front of Belvoir, Sally caught her first glimpse of her new home and at once fell in love with it. Built by her father-in-law, Sir William Fairfax, who was still in residence, the mansion was without a hostess as the owner was a widower and lived there with his two sons, George William and young Bryan. His two daughters had married well: Anne to Lawrence Washington, the neighbor at Mt. Vernon, and Sarah to John Carlyle, the merchant prince at Alexandria, short miles from Belvoir.
Seeing Sally’s awe of the mansion, George William is known to have commented, “It’s a nice little cottage in this wooded land.” Indeed. A large hallway ran the width of the home, allowing river breezes to cool the interior. Off the hall were four high-ceilinged rooms, all magnificently furnished with carved mahogany and cherry furniture. Persian rugs covered the hardwood floors, and oil portraits and landscapes hung on the walls. Sally’s own chambers were equally extravagant: There was a great curtained bed with steps leading up to it, a dressing table with large mirror in gilt frame, a chest on chest of drawers, comfortable chairs, a tea table complete with silver tea service and candelabra, and a large fireplace.
While Sally was delighted with the estate, she completely lost her heart to Belvoir’s magnificent flower garden, 160 feet wide and 215 deep. Patterned after a garden in the county of Stirling, Scotland, the garden contained tulips, violets, roses, hollyhocks and her special flower, the daffodil, of various varieties.
Determined not to become overwhelmed by all this grandeur, Sally soon took her place as chatelaine of this new mansion. Neighbors told her that it outshone the other Potomac homes—Mt. Vernon of the Washington family and Gunston Hall, George Mason’s home. Her husband, eager to show off his prized new bride, suggested an evening when she would meet his family and friends from Alexandria and the neighboring area. And they soon came for an evening of festivity, not only including dinner but dancing as well, as was the custom of the times. No one knows exactly what Sally wore that evening to greet her guests, but perhaps it was the gown that would one day be returned with her personal things to the Cary family and now rests, carefully cared for, in the Valentine Richmond History Center in Richmond: an off-white silk brocade gown embroidered with multicolored flowers. Pearls were the fashion, and it is known that Sally had beautiful ones to wear.
And the guests? Among them were John and Sarah Carlyle, her new sister-in-law, with whom Sally would soon become good friends. The Lawrence Washingtons were there as well: Anne Washington, George William’s other sister and, loved to dance as much as Sally did.
With the Washingtons that night came a tall, broad-shouldered young stepbrother, George Washington, who now lived at Mt. Vernon. Lawrence had invited him. The young man stood before Sally, staring at her steadily, for never had he seen such an elegant woman. Manners would have kept Sally from staring back, but briefly she saw the tall 16-year-old, fresh from the farm where he had lived with his mother and other siblings. He was plainly dressed, his dark brown hair drawn back from his strong face in a queue, large hands and feet waiting for the rest of his frame to grow into them, George Washington continued to stare at Sally with a masculine assurance, head held high, looking directly into her eyes with his own of blue-gray.
The evening was lively, with good food, conversation and dance. When it ended, Sally invited George to visit as often as he chose. He chose to visit very often, and was awed by how knowledgeable was the wife of George William. They spoke of books and plays. Sally introduced him to Joseph Addison’s play Cato (1713) and gave him her own copy, which she had brought from Ceelys, to take home and study. George studied it carefully, and when they met again they acted out portions of the drama, with Sally being Marcia and he, Juba. Often and throughout his life, in person and in letter, George would refer to Sally as “Marcia.”
A great friendship sprang up between Sally and Washington. The Fairfax men, Sally soon realized, were eager for the young stepbrother of their neighbor to improve his mind and achieve a career for himself. Unlike his two brothers, George had not had a formal education; his father had died before he could send him to England for schooling. While Lawrence wished that George would follow his own career at sea, George’s mother put an end to that idea. And so now his education would be up to his brother and the Fairfaxes, including Sally.
Sally took her task to heart. She instilled in him a desire to make something of himself. She read to him about famous leaders throughout history, urged him to enter the military and to achieve, achieve, achieve. She helped him with his writing and spelling, and with his manners in social and political situations. In addition to all this, the Fairfax men introduced him to influential military and political leaders. When the Fairfax cousin, Lord Thomas Fairfax, owner of almost all of Northern Virginia and land farther to the west, came to stay at Belvoir for a year, he at once took a liking to young George and wrote to George’s mother, “Young George has what my friend, Mr. Addison, was pleased to call the intellectual conscience. The Lord deliver him from the nets of those spiders, called women, who will cast for his ruin. I wish I could say that he governs his temper for he is subject to attacks of anger on provocation, and sometimes without just cause. But, time will cure him.”
The letter summed up the elderly lord’s opinion of women, for he had never recovered from being jilted on the eve of his own wedding by an Englishwoman. His attitude toward them, however, did not sway young George, who, as everyone knew, had had many youthful crushes on girls. Despite the difference in attitudes, the two men became good friends, and when Lord Thomas asked George to survey his lands to the west, he accepted at once.
This surveying trip, made with Sally’s husband, George William, gave Washington a boost of confidence. He was now earning his own money and gaining a knowledge of terrain he had not visited before. He matured rapidly.
Meanwhile, Sally busied herself with hostess duties. When foreign vessels docked at Alexandria, the ships’ officers were invited to Belvoir for evenings of dinner, dancing and entertainment. Sally, in her finery, the latest fashions from Philadelphia and New York, was at her best. To offer a good table was a point of honor of every hostess, and Sally had been well schooled by her mother. Breads and cakes were baked daily, the woods around Belvoir were full of game and the river with fish, and from farther downstream came oysters and crabs. There were vegetables, grown in the Belvoir garden, as well as wines: Madeira, claret and port were served along with beer made from the native persimmon.
One evening as she danced with George Washington, Sally mentioned that she was surprised at his expertise with the dance. He replied that his mother was an expert dancer and had taught him herself. Sally saw that he knew all the country dances as well as the Virginia reel and needed only a little more teaching about the minuet, which she was happy to provide. If her husband, an undemonstrative man, noticed their closeness, he was tolerant and never voiced an objection.
Not so his younger brother, Bryan. He scolded Sally about her flirtation with George. This annoyed Sally, who told her husband of Bryan’s remarks, and the subsequent rift between the two brothers lasted for quite a time. Sally never really forgave Bryan for what she felt was his intrusion into her life.
By now, George had begun a military career and was being talked about. He was showing great promise as a leader. He would write Sally from various camps where he was on duty, and in one such letter he writes, “I should think our time more agreeably spent, believe me, in playing a part in Cato with myself doubly happy in being the Juba to a Marcia as you must make.” He then quotes from the play: “And in the shock of charging hosts remember what glorious deeds should grace the man who hopes for Marcia’s love.”
When George’s fascination for Sally turned to love, it is not known. But his letters grew warmer as he matured, and when Sally suspected that they were becoming amorous, she suggested that he continue to write but to direct them in care of a friend and she would get them.
When George visited home, he found that Sally was usually busy with her friends. In 1755, he writes her, apparently frustrated: “I have hitherto found it impracticable to engage one moment of your attention. If these are fearful apprehensions only, how easy to remove my suspicions, enliven my spirits and make me happier than the day is long by honoring me with a correspondence which you did partly promise to do.”
Sally, not wanting him to stop writing or visiting, continued to receive his letters and visits. Each time she inspired him to climb higher, telling him he was destined for greatness. And each time his passion for her grew—though he held these emotions under a rigid control, for now was not the time to express his feelings. Yet, years later, he would speak to Martha Washington’s granddaughter and say, “In the human being there is a good deal of inflammable matter, however dormant it may be for a time, but when the torch is put to it, that which is within you may burst into flame.”
And that is what eventually happened to the young soldier. His friends, including Sally, felt it was time for him to marry. Realizing that things were getting too heated in their relationship, Sally decided to make a visit home to Ceelys, but not before she received another letter from George. It read, “I beg to know when you set out for Hampton and when you expect to return to Belvoir. I shall thereby hope for your return before I get down, for the disappointment of not seeing your family would give me much concern.”
At Ceelys, Sally returned to the life of carefree youth, with parties, dinners and no responsibility, if only for a little while. Then her life began to unravel: After only several days of illness, her father-in-law died and was buried on Belvoir land. (A monument stands at the gravesite today in his memory.) Shortly after his death and Sally’s return to Belvoir, George William left for a stay in England, worried that there was a conspiracy to rob him of his Yorkshire lands. Sally, devastated by the death of Sir William and lonely at Belvoir after her husband’s departure, wrote in the Fairfax family book, “Misfortune seldom comes alone. We do not ever appreciate something until we have lost it.”
These forlorn days gave Sally much time for introspection and improving her garden. But her eyes would turn toward Mt. Vernon. In her grief, her heart reached out to Washington, but her mind told her that relationship could never be. She was now a Fairfax, and a Fairfax she must remain. Sally decided what she must do: Encourage her young lover to find a wife. For in the near future, she realized, her life would most likely be in England with her husband. In America, there was also increasing talk of independence.
George Washington, meanwhile, struggled with his own emotions. He reached the conclusion that no matter how he felt about Sally, there was no future for them. The wife of his best friend, the future Lady Fairfax, what could he offer her? They would be ostracized by society if their relationship went any further. The last time he had visited Sally, she told him that he must transmute his feelings into his career. He would do that, but not before expressing his true feelings for her. He would allow, this one time, his emotions to have free rein, and then go on with his life.
On November 25, 1758, George Washington fought for the last time under the British colors when he planted the flag on the ruins of Fort Duquesne. He returned to Mt. Vernon and wrote his famous letter to Sally Fairfax, one she would forever treasure. He then married a sweet young widow, Martha Custis, whom he had met and spent some time with. By making her his wife, on January 6, 1759, Washington added to his fortune at least $100,000. The new Martha Washington, with her two small children, would provide him with a home life such as he had never known. He, in turn, was becoming nationally recognized, was an excellent business manager and would always respect her as his lady and wife.
His letter to Sally Fairfax apparently was in answer to her own to him congratulating him on his forthcoming marriage:
...Tis true I profess myself a votary to love. I acknowledge that a Lady is in the case: and, further, I confess that this Lady is known to you. Yes, Madam, as well as she is to one who is too sensible of her Charms to deny the Power whose influence he feels and must ever submit to. I feel the force of her amiable beauties in the recollection of a thousand tender passages that I could wish to obliterate till I am bid to revive them; but Experience alas alas! sadly reminds me how impossible this is, and evinces an Opinion, which I have long entertained, that there is a Destiny which has the sovereign control of our actions, not to be resisted by the strongest efforts of Human Nature.
You have drawn me, my dear Madam, or rather have I drawn myself, into an honest confession of a Simple fact. Misconstrue not my meaning, ‘tis obvious; doubt it not, nor expose it. The world has no business to know the object of my love, declared in this manner to you, when I want to conceal it. One thing, above all things, in this World I wish to know and only one person of your acquaintance can solve me that, or guess my meaning—but adieu to this till happier times, if ever I shall see them. …
Sally, ever conscious of the troubles any new letters could create, pretended not to understand his confession—his allusions to her. This indifference prompted another letter from Washington: “Do we still misunderstand the true meaning of each other’s letters? I think it must appear so, tho I would feign hope the contrary, as I cannot speak plainer without—but I’ll say no more and leave you to guess the rest.”
After Washington brought his bride back to Mt. Vernon, Sally and Martha became friends and spent many evenings at both George’s home and at Belvoir. The women were both secure in their life stations; Sally, with wealth and future title, was a respectable married woman who was also secretly sure of Washington’s passionate love. Martha, now Mrs. George Washington, was equally sure of Washington’s devotion, for she had not only provided him with a fortune but an already made family, and he adored her children. So the two women were content in their friendship.
George William, meanwhile, grew increasingly nervous about his English landholdings. He insisted that he and Sally go to England. He hoped to return to America at a later date. He placed the renting of Belvoir in the hands of his friend, Washington, and Sally and he sailed for England in 1773. First they went to London for a short time, then on to Yorkshire, where he renovated the house and purchased his “coach and six.” Still, he was the object of great antipathy, and soon George William wrote to Washington, saying they were obliged to leave Yorkshire, to sell his “coach and six” and to get out of the way of his relatives there, who gladly would have turned him over to the authorities and usurped his lands. He admitted that at any time he expected to be seized by the authorities and had only recently been saved from persecution by a relative with influence with the court.
While Washington’s star ascended, and he became famous and wealthy, Sally’s star plummeted. The Fairfaxes relocated to Bath, England, and a greatly reduced lifestyle. She was unhappy with her servants who “carry themselves very high and are insolent above all description.” British women snubbed her, and she had few friends. Sally, the proud daughter of Col. Cary—Sally, the Williamsburg belle and mistress of Belvoir, the love of George Washington—was saddened and humbled, and further devastated when her husband died in 1787. And then her own health began to decline. Lonely, she wrote to her sister-in-law in Virginia: “Weeping has robbed me of sight. There was a time of my life when I should not have been well pleased to hear of the union between a daughter of yours and Mr. – but, thank God, I have outlived those prejudices of education and know now that the worthy man is to be preferred to the high born who has not merit to recommend him.”
Sally’s dreams had crumbled. She never became Lady Fairfax. That honor would pass to her sister, Elizabeth, who married Sally’s brother-in-law Bryan, who received the family title.
Alone now in a foreign land, Sally’s auburn hair turned to silver. Her fingers became stiff with arthritis, and her feet suffered with gout. She still had the proud bearing of an aristocrat, however, and welcomed the visits of what few friends she had. She knew that Belvoir had burned, in 1783, and any hopes of returning there were gone. She wrote to her sister-in-law in Virginia that she longed to return, but her health “would not permit” her to cross the Atlantic again. She also knew that if she could return, she would have to live on the generosity of her family, for she had few funds of her own.
George Washington died in 1799. Martha Washington died in 1802. Sally Fairfax died at her home in England in 1811. No friends or family were with her at the time, and only her servants attended her. Her coffin was carried down to the quaint, small church at Writhington, in Somerset, and her body laid to rest next to that of her husband.
Perhaps one thought had sustained her into old age: that she, in her own way, a way she would never divulge to anyone, had taken a bright country youth under her wing while living at Belvoir. She had taught him manners, how to dress, how to write and spell correctly, how to dance formally, and especially how to choose and to read the classics. Even more, she’d taught him how to set goals for himself and aim high in life, which would enhance his career. And it was she who had taught him how to act around gentlewomen, how to court a lady. She had taught him the art of love, until she knew he was ready to make a good marriage and treat a wife properly.
And Washington? As with all things, he had faced his personal life with both honesty and courage. So the question remains: Had he not loved Sally so passionately, could he have loved Martha so well?
Sources | Further Reading:
Colonial Virginia: Its People and Customs by Mary Newton Stanard (J.P. Lippincott Co.), 1917
Lady Washington by Dorothy Clarke Wilson (Doubleday & Co. Inc., New York), 1984
The American Museum, Claverton Manor, Bath, Avon, England
Virginia History magazine, vol II, 1903-04
His Excellency, George Washington by Joseph J. Ellis (Alfred A. Knopf, New York, 2004)
Sally Cary, A Long Hidden Romance of Washington’s Life by Wilson Miles Cary (privately printed by the Devinne Press, New York, 1916)
The manuscript department, Swem Library, College of William and Mary (Williamsburg)
(Originally published in the August 2008 issue.)
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The Lady of Belvoir
http://www.virginialiving.com/virginiana/history/the-lady-of-belvoir/
If there is a ghost at the Fort Belvoir military base in Northern Virginia, it is that of Sally Fairfax, wandering about her garden, admiring her favorite daffodils while eagerly listening for the sound of hoofbeats and the approach of her young caller: George Washington.
In the spring, the daffodils still bloom, but Belvoir is no more. Long ago, the charred ruins of the lovely mansion crumbled to the ground along with its memories of candlelit balls and the sounds of coaches on cobblestone. Yet a love story remains. It is little known and less spoken of, but still an integral part of America’s colonial history. It is a chapter in the life of the American hero, George Washington, who loved, passionately, the lady at Belvoir his neighbor and the wife of his best friend, George William Fairfax. Proper credit has never been given Sally for the important role she played in Washington’s early life. Instead, she has been regarded mainly as a flirtatious Southern belle, a brainless beauty. Untrue!
The eldest and most fascinating of the four daughters of Col. Wilson Cary, owner of Ceelys Plantation near Hampton, Sally was born in 1730 to great wealth and luxury. The Cary plantation was the center of society along the lower James River. Gentry from near and far often visited, as did officers from foreign ships that sailed into port.
As the colonel was a member of the Virginia House of Burgesses, the family, during sessions, stayed at their Williamsburg townhouse and took advantage of the town’s many social events, including Assembly balls at the Governor’s Palace. A strict guardian of his four pretty daughters—Sally (Sarah), Mary, Anne and Elizabeth—the colonel was quick to discourage any suitor who was not wealthy, not from a prominent family or otherwise unacceptable as a future son-in-law. He was particularly selective of Sally’s beaux for, as everyone knew, she was his favorite. He had personally overseen her education. Let a man without wealth or family background approach the colonel for permission to call upon Sally, and he would be sent packing with the words, “If that is your mission here, sir, you may as well order your horse. My daughter is accustomed to her coach and six.”
Sally, at age 18, was highly educated and intelligent, knowledgeable of world affairs, music, art, literature and dance. She read books from her father’s vast library. She was also feminine, a coquette—and, as yet, unmarried. Many of her friends were not only married but had become parents as well. Not that Sally seemed to mind, for beaux were still plentiful and parties numerous, and she had every material wish fulfilled by her doting father. She spent her days visiting friends, attending teas (often with her mother or sisters) and learning the latest gossip of Williamsburg.
Her evenings were for merriment. It was no surprise when the family received an invitation to attend the Governor’s Ball during the session of 1747. What was serendipitous was that Sally would meet her future husband, George William Fairfax, that evening. As everyone knew, he was from Northern Virginia and lived at the magnificent Belvoir mansion on the Potomac, along with his father, Sir William Fairfax. And he was heir to the famous family title that would one day make him Lord Fairfax.
Sally was expert in dancing, and she dressed expensively, her auburn hair coiffed beautifully by her attendant. She at once caught the eye of the 23-year-old Fairfax. He also caught Sally’s attention, with his powdered wig, handsome evening costume and aristocratic features. Each queried friends about the other. When George William learned that not only were the Cary women beautiful but also from a family of great wealth, property and history (dating back to the 1400s in England, as did his own), he at once asked to call on Sally. He was accepted by the entire family, one of whom informed him, “I know of no family which has ever possessed nobler specimens of womanhood.”
George William was hooked. He at once wrote to his cousin, Robert, in England, the only man who stood between him and the Fairfax title: “Attending here on the General Assembly, I have had several opportunities of visiting Miss Cary, a daughter of Colonel Wilson Cary, and finding her amiable person to answer all the favourable reports made, I addressed myself and having obtained the young lady’s and her parents’ consent, we are to be married on the 17th instant. Colonel Cary wears the same coat of arms as the Lord Hunsdon.”
Col. Cary thoroughly researched the Englishman’s background and happily discovered that not only did he stand to inherit Belvoir, with its 2,700 acres in northern Virginia, but he also owned properties in Yorkshire; the famous Leeds Castle in England was among the Fairfax possessions. Yes, if asked, he would be pleased to hand over his daughter to such a prominent man, never mind that there was an arrogance about the future lord, a noblesse oblige that puzzled some and awed others. Love had little to do with it.
How did Sally react to all this? She was dazzled with the prospects. One day, she reasoned, she would become Lady Fairfax. None of her friends could make such a claim. Belvoir would be her home, to live in, to entertain in, to do with as she liked. She had heard much good about the Fairfax men and their great wealth and position in the colony. And so, on the 17th of December, 1747, she and George William were married and at once left for Belvoir, the mansion perched high on a bluff above the mighty Potomac.
As the coach rounded the curved drive in front of Belvoir, Sally caught her first glimpse of her new home and at once fell in love with it. Built by her father-in-law, Sir William Fairfax, who was still in residence, the mansion was without a hostess as the owner was a widower and lived there with his two sons, George William and young Bryan. His two daughters had married well: Anne to Lawrence Washington, the neighbor at Mt. Vernon, and Sarah to John Carlyle, the merchant prince at Alexandria, short miles from Belvoir.
Seeing Sally’s awe of the mansion, George William is known to have commented, “It’s a nice little cottage in this wooded land.” Indeed. A large hallway ran the width of the home, allowing river breezes to cool the interior. Off the hall were four high-ceilinged rooms, all magnificently furnished with carved mahogany and cherry furniture. Persian rugs covered the hardwood floors, and oil portraits and landscapes hung on the walls. Sally’s own chambers were equally extravagant: There was a great curtained bed with steps leading up to it, a dressing table with large mirror in gilt frame, a chest on chest of drawers, comfortable chairs, a tea table complete with silver tea service and candelabra, and a large fireplace.
While Sally was delighted with the estate, she completely lost her heart to Belvoir’s magnificent flower garden, 160 feet wide and 215 deep. Patterned after a garden in the county of Stirling, Scotland, the garden contained tulips, violets, roses, hollyhocks and her special flower, the daffodil, of various varieties.
Determined not to become overwhelmed by all this grandeur, Sally soon took her place as chatelaine of this new mansion. Neighbors told her that it outshone the other Potomac homes—Mt. Vernon of the Washington family and Gunston Hall, George Mason’s home. Her husband, eager to show off his prized new bride, suggested an evening when she would meet his family and friends from Alexandria and the neighboring area. And they soon came for an evening of festivity, not only including dinner but dancing as well, as was the custom of the times. No one knows exactly what Sally wore that evening to greet her guests, but perhaps it was the gown that would one day be returned with her personal things to the Cary family and now rests, carefully cared for, in the Valentine Richmond History Center in Richmond: an off-white silk brocade gown embroidered with multicolored flowers. Pearls were the fashion, and it is known that Sally had beautiful ones to wear.
And the guests? Among them were John and Sarah Carlyle, her new sister-in-law, with whom Sally would soon become good friends. The Lawrence Washingtons were there as well: Anne Washington, George William’s other sister and, loved to dance as much as Sally did.
With the Washingtons that night came a tall, broad-shouldered young stepbrother, George Washington, who now lived at Mt. Vernon. Lawrence had invited him. The young man stood before Sally, staring at her steadily, for never had he seen such an elegant woman. Manners would have kept Sally from staring back, but briefly she saw the tall 16-year-old, fresh from the farm where he had lived with his mother and other siblings. He was plainly dressed, his dark brown hair drawn back from his strong face in a queue, large hands and feet waiting for the rest of his frame to grow into them, George Washington continued to stare at Sally with a masculine assurance, head held high, looking directly into her eyes with his own of blue-gray.
The evening was lively, with good food, conversation and dance. When it ended, Sally invited George to visit as often as he chose. He chose to visit very often, and was awed by how knowledgeable was the wife of George William. They spoke of books and plays. Sally introduced him to Joseph Addison’s play Cato (1713) and gave him her own copy, which she had brought from Ceelys, to take home and study. George studied it carefully, and when they met again they acted out portions of the drama, with Sally being Marcia and he, Juba. Often and throughout his life, in person and in letter, George would refer to Sally as “Marcia.”
A great friendship sprang up between Sally and Washington. The Fairfax men, Sally soon realized, were eager for the young stepbrother of their neighbor to improve his mind and achieve a career for himself. Unlike his two brothers, George had not had a formal education; his father had died before he could send him to England for schooling. While Lawrence wished that George would follow his own career at sea, George’s mother put an end to that idea. And so now his education would be up to his brother and the Fairfaxes, including Sally.
Sally took her task to heart. She instilled in him a desire to make something of himself. She read to him about famous leaders throughout history, urged him to enter the military and to achieve, achieve, achieve. She helped him with his writing and spelling, and with his manners in social and political situations. In addition to all this, the Fairfax men introduced him to influential military and political leaders. When the Fairfax cousin, Lord Thomas Fairfax, owner of almost all of Northern Virginia and land farther to the west, came to stay at Belvoir for a year, he at once took a liking to young George and wrote to George’s mother, “Young George has what my friend, Mr. Addison, was pleased to call the intellectual conscience. The Lord deliver him from the nets of those spiders, called women, who will cast for his ruin. I wish I could say that he governs his temper for he is subject to attacks of anger on provocation, and sometimes without just cause. But, time will cure him.”
The letter summed up the elderly lord’s opinion of women, for he had never recovered from being jilted on the eve of his own wedding by an Englishwoman. His attitude toward them, however, did not sway young George, who, as everyone knew, had had many youthful crushes on girls. Despite the difference in attitudes, the two men became good friends, and when Lord Thomas asked George to survey his lands to the west, he accepted at once.
This surveying trip, made with Sally’s husband, George William, gave Washington a boost of confidence. He was now earning his own money and gaining a knowledge of terrain he had not visited before. He matured rapidly.
Meanwhile, Sally busied herself with hostess duties. When foreign vessels docked at Alexandria, the ships’ officers were invited to Belvoir for evenings of dinner, dancing and entertainment. Sally, in her finery, the latest fashions from Philadelphia and New York, was at her best. To offer a good table was a point of honor of every hostess, and Sally had been well schooled by her mother. Breads and cakes were baked daily, the woods around Belvoir were full of game and the river with fish, and from farther downstream came oysters and crabs. There were vegetables, grown in the Belvoir garden, as well as wines: Madeira, claret and port were served along with beer made from the native persimmon.
One evening as she danced with George Washington, Sally mentioned that she was surprised at his expertise with the dance. He replied that his mother was an expert dancer and had taught him herself. Sally saw that he knew all the country dances as well as the Virginia reel and needed only a little more teaching about the minuet, which she was happy to provide. If her husband, an undemonstrative man, noticed their closeness, he was tolerant and never voiced an objection.
Not so his younger brother, Bryan. He scolded Sally about her flirtation with George. This annoyed Sally, who told her husband of Bryan’s remarks, and the subsequent rift between the two brothers lasted for quite a time. Sally never really forgave Bryan for what she felt was his intrusion into her life.
By now, George had begun a military career and was being talked about. He was showing great promise as a leader. He would write Sally from various camps where he was on duty, and in one such letter he writes, “I should think our time more agreeably spent, believe me, in playing a part in Cato with myself doubly happy in being the Juba to a Marcia as you must make.” He then quotes from the play: “And in the shock of charging hosts remember what glorious deeds should grace the man who hopes for Marcia’s love.”
When George’s fascination for Sally turned to love, it is not known. But his letters grew warmer as he matured, and when Sally suspected that they were becoming amorous, she suggested that he continue to write but to direct them in care of a friend and she would get them.
When George visited home, he found that Sally was usually busy with her friends. In 1755, he writes her, apparently frustrated: “I have hitherto found it impracticable to engage one moment of your attention. If these are fearful apprehensions only, how easy to remove my suspicions, enliven my spirits and make me happier than the day is long by honoring me with a correspondence which you did partly promise to do.”
Sally, not wanting him to stop writing or visiting, continued to receive his letters and visits. Each time she inspired him to climb higher, telling him he was destined for greatness. And each time his passion for her grew—though he held these emotions under a rigid control, for now was not the time to express his feelings. Yet, years later, he would speak to Martha Washington’s granddaughter and say, “In the human being there is a good deal of inflammable matter, however dormant it may be for a time, but when the torch is put to it, that which is within you may burst into flame.”
And that is what eventually happened to the young soldier. His friends, including Sally, felt it was time for him to marry. Realizing that things were getting too heated in their relationship, Sally decided to make a visit home to Ceelys, but not before she received another letter from George. It read, “I beg to know when you set out for Hampton and when you expect to return to Belvoir. I shall thereby hope for your return before I get down, for the disappointment of not seeing your family would give me much concern.”
At Ceelys, Sally returned to the life of carefree youth, with parties, dinners and no responsibility, if only for a little while. Then her life began to unravel: After only several days of illness, her father-in-law died and was buried on Belvoir land. (A monument stands at the gravesite today in his memory.) Shortly after his death and Sally’s return to Belvoir, George William left for a stay in England, worried that there was a conspiracy to rob him of his Yorkshire lands. Sally, devastated by the death of Sir William and lonely at Belvoir after her husband’s departure, wrote in the Fairfax family book, “Misfortune seldom comes alone. We do not ever appreciate something until we have lost it.”
These forlorn days gave Sally much time for introspection and improving her garden. But her eyes would turn toward Mt. Vernon. In her grief, her heart reached out to Washington, but her mind told her that relationship could never be. She was now a Fairfax, and a Fairfax she must remain. Sally decided what she must do: Encourage her young lover to find a wife. For in the near future, she realized, her life would most likely be in England with her husband. In America, there was also increasing talk of independence.
George Washington, meanwhile, struggled with his own emotions. He reached the conclusion that no matter how he felt about Sally, there was no future for them. The wife of his best friend, the future Lady Fairfax, what could he offer her? They would be ostracized by society if their relationship went any further. The last time he had visited Sally, she told him that he must transmute his feelings into his career. He would do that, but not before expressing his true feelings for her. He would allow, this one time, his emotions to have free rein, and then go on with his life.
On November 25, 1758, George Washington fought for the last time under the British colors when he planted the flag on the ruins of Fort Duquesne. He returned to Mt. Vernon and wrote his famous letter to Sally Fairfax, one she would forever treasure. He then married a sweet young widow, Martha Custis, whom he had met and spent some time with. By making her his wife, on January 6, 1759, Washington added to his fortune at least $100,000. The new Martha Washington, with her two small children, would provide him with a home life such as he had never known. He, in turn, was becoming nationally recognized, was an excellent business manager and would always respect her as his lady and wife.
His letter to Sally Fairfax apparently was in answer to her own to him congratulating him on his forthcoming marriage:
...Tis true I profess myself a votary to love. I acknowledge that a Lady is in the case: and, further, I confess that this Lady is known to you. Yes, Madam, as well as she is to one who is too sensible of her Charms to deny the Power whose influence he feels and must ever submit to. I feel the force of her amiable beauties in the recollection of a thousand tender passages that I could wish to obliterate till I am bid to revive them; but Experience alas alas! sadly reminds me how impossible this is, and evinces an Opinion, which I have long entertained, that there is a Destiny which has the sovereign control of our actions, not to be resisted by the strongest efforts of Human Nature.
You have drawn me, my dear Madam, or rather have I drawn myself, into an honest confession of a Simple fact. Misconstrue not my meaning, ‘tis obvious; doubt it not, nor expose it. The world has no business to know the object of my love, declared in this manner to you, when I want to conceal it. One thing, above all things, in this World I wish to know and only one person of your acquaintance can solve me that, or guess my meaning—but adieu to this till happier times, if ever I shall see them. …
Sally, ever conscious of the troubles any new letters could create, pretended not to understand his confession—his allusions to her. This indifference prompted another letter from Washington: “Do we still misunderstand the true meaning of each other’s letters? I think it must appear so, tho I would feign hope the contrary, as I cannot speak plainer without—but I’ll say no more and leave you to guess the rest.”
After Washington brought his bride back to Mt. Vernon, Sally and Martha became friends and spent many evenings at both George’s home and at Belvoir. The women were both secure in their life stations; Sally, with wealth and future title, was a respectable married woman who was also secretly sure of Washington’s passionate love. Martha, now Mrs. George Washington, was equally sure of Washington’s devotion, for she had not only provided him with a fortune but an already made family, and he adored her children. So the two women were content in their friendship.
George William, meanwhile, grew increasingly nervous about his English landholdings. He insisted that he and Sally go to England. He hoped to return to America at a later date. He placed the renting of Belvoir in the hands of his friend, Washington, and Sally and he sailed for England in 1773. First they went to London for a short time, then on to Yorkshire, where he renovated the house and purchased his “coach and six.” Still, he was the object of great antipathy, and soon George William wrote to Washington, saying they were obliged to leave Yorkshire, to sell his “coach and six” and to get out of the way of his relatives there, who gladly would have turned him over to the authorities and usurped his lands. He admitted that at any time he expected to be seized by the authorities and had only recently been saved from persecution by a relative with influence with the court.
While Washington’s star ascended, and he became famous and wealthy, Sally’s star plummeted. The Fairfaxes relocated to Bath, England, and a greatly reduced lifestyle. She was unhappy with her servants who “carry themselves very high and are insolent above all description.” British women snubbed her, and she had few friends. Sally, the proud daughter of Col. Cary—Sally, the Williamsburg belle and mistress of Belvoir, the love of George Washington—was saddened and humbled, and further devastated when her husband died in 1787. And then her own health began to decline. Lonely, she wrote to her sister-in-law in Virginia: “Weeping has robbed me of sight. There was a time of my life when I should not have been well pleased to hear of the union between a daughter of yours and Mr. – but, thank God, I have outlived those prejudices of education and know now that the worthy man is to be preferred to the high born who has not merit to recommend him.”
Sally’s dreams had crumbled. She never became Lady Fairfax. That honor would pass to her sister, Elizabeth, who married Sally’s brother-in-law Bryan, who received the family title.
Alone now in a foreign land, Sally’s auburn hair turned to silver. Her fingers became stiff with arthritis, and her feet suffered with gout. She still had the proud bearing of an aristocrat, however, and welcomed the visits of what few friends she had. She knew that Belvoir had burned, in 1783, and any hopes of returning there were gone. She wrote to her sister-in-law in Virginia that she longed to return, but her health “would not permit” her to cross the Atlantic again. She also knew that if she could return, she would have to live on the generosity of her family, for she had few funds of her own.
George Washington died in 1799. Martha Washington died in 1802. Sally Fairfax died at her home in England in 1811. No friends or family were with her at the time, and only her servants attended her. Her coffin was carried down to the quaint, small church at Writhington, in Somerset, and her body laid to rest next to that of her husband.
Perhaps one thought had sustained her into old age: that she, in her own way, a way she would never divulge to anyone, had taken a bright country youth under her wing while living at Belvoir. She had taught him manners, how to dress, how to write and spell correctly, how to dance formally, and especially how to choose and to read the classics. Even more, she’d taught him how to set goals for himself and aim high in life, which would enhance his career. And it was she who had taught him how to act around gentlewomen, how to court a lady. She had taught him the art of love, until she knew he was ready to make a good marriage and treat a wife properly.
And Washington? As with all things, he had faced his personal life with both honesty and courage. So the question remains: Had he not loved Sally so passionately, could he have loved Martha so well?
Sources | Further Reading:
Colonial Virginia: Its People and Customs by Mary Newton Stanard (J.P. Lippincott Co.), 1917
Lady Washington by Dorothy Clarke Wilson (Doubleday & Co. Inc., New York), 1984
The American Museum, Claverton Manor, Bath, Avon, England
Virginia History magazine, vol II, 1903-04
His Excellency, George Washington by Joseph J. Ellis (Alfred A. Knopf, New York, 2004)
Sally Cary, A Long Hidden Romance of Washington’s Life by Wilson Miles Cary (privately printed by the Devinne Press, New York, 1916)
The manuscript department, Swem Library, College of William and Mary (Williamsburg)
(Originally published in the August 2008 issue.)
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Really?
()
Date: July 15, 2013 05:28PM
The Lady of Belvoir Wrote:
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> In the spring, the daffodils still bloom, but
> Belvoir is no more. Long ago, the charred ruins of
> the lovely mansion crumbled to the ground along
> with its memories of candlelit balls and the
> sounds of coaches on cobblestone. Yet a love story
> remains. It is little known and less spoken of,
> but still an integral part of America’s colonial
> history. It is a chapter in the life of the
> American hero, George Washington, who loved,
> passionately, the lady at Belvoir his neighbor and
> the wife of his best friend, George William
> Fairfax. Proper credit has never been given Sally
> for the important role she played in
> Washington’s early life. Instead, she has been
> regarded mainly as a flirtatious Southern belle, a
> brainless beauty. Untrue!
I did not know that. Oh wow, Washington had the hots for Sally?
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> In the spring, the daffodils still bloom, but
> Belvoir is no more. Long ago, the charred ruins of
> the lovely mansion crumbled to the ground along
> with its memories of candlelit balls and the
> sounds of coaches on cobblestone. Yet a love story
> remains. It is little known and less spoken of,
> but still an integral part of America’s colonial
> history. It is a chapter in the life of the
> American hero, George Washington, who loved,
> passionately, the lady at Belvoir his neighbor and
> the wife of his best friend, George William
> Fairfax. Proper credit has never been given Sally
> for the important role she played in
> Washington’s early life. Instead, she has been
> regarded mainly as a flirtatious Southern belle, a
> brainless beauty. Untrue!
I did not know that. Oh wow, Washington had the hots for Sally?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
been there done that
()
Date: July 16, 2013 08:44AM
I went out to 666 bridge with my bf one night. We parked on the first bridge. It was a full moon an we thought it would be a good night for something creepy to happen but nothing did. We went home but went back the next night and went to the second bridge.
We drove over and parked, got out and walked across the bridge. We only made it halfway across before my bf asked me if I saw the guy in a white tee walking towards us. I looked and told him no. I thought he was messing with me but he looked white an scared. He said you really don't see that guy? I said no again. Next thing I know he says run! Then takes off to the car. I didn't hesitate long before following because not only did I hear his footsteps in front of me, I heard them behind me too! There was no one behind me.
As we picked up speed so did the footsteps behind me! We left but went back one more time the next night. We took my bf's sister and her husband. Didn't see anything but took pics that night. We got one with what looks like neon blue claws slashing the air. And at one point my bf's sister said she felt like there was something touching her shoulder. So I snapped a pic and you can see the outline of a hand on her shoulder.
If you go out to the bridges don't go alone and take a camera!.
We drove over and parked, got out and walked across the bridge. We only made it halfway across before my bf asked me if I saw the guy in a white tee walking towards us. I looked and told him no. I thought he was messing with me but he looked white an scared. He said you really don't see that guy? I said no again. Next thing I know he says run! Then takes off to the car. I didn't hesitate long before following because not only did I hear his footsteps in front of me, I heard them behind me too! There was no one behind me.
As we picked up speed so did the footsteps behind me! We left but went back one more time the next night. We took my bf's sister and her husband. Didn't see anything but took pics that night. We got one with what looks like neon blue claws slashing the air. And at one point my bf's sister said she felt like there was something touching her shoulder. So I snapped a pic and you can see the outline of a hand on her shoulder.
If you go out to the bridges don't go alone and take a camera!.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
psychnurse96
()
Date: July 16, 2013 10:48AM
Love this thread! I have a story to share too. I was working at the local State Hospital a couple of years ago.
I went onto the unit at the beginning of my shift-around two o'clock in the afternoon.Upon my arrival, I immediatley noticed that the "energy level" on the unit felt unusualy high. Not anything that I can necessarily put into writing, but a definite indicator that something could be imminently wrong. The patients were all wound up, and overstimulating.
The staff were on edge, and one could literally feel the hair on the back of their neck standing up, much like when all of your children are up, running around, and being loud, obnoxious, and causing high stress levels for the parents(s), yet not particularly doing anything wrong.
After about an hour of this, all of sudden, there was a quick breeze that blew through the unit, and down the hall. This alone, got our attention, as this was a double locked facility, in a 80 year old, very antiquated building. Nowhere the breeze could have come from. The windows were locked tight, and the sally port opened to another hallway.
We all shuddered immediatley-including the patients, who stopped to look around curiously. In one solid motion, the lights flickered, then all of the doors from one end of the hall, to the other slammed shut two by two!
These doors were big, heavy, solid oak, so each door that slammed, sounded like a shotgun blast. It was as if someone had run down the hall with their arms outsretched, pushing all of the doors shut!
EVERYONE, including the patients, stood with a dumbfounded look on their face, afraid to move! The nursing supervisor even came running out of her office to see what the commotion was.
Of course, we never found the cause, and it was kind of an unspoken agreement that the paranormal does in fact exist, in whatever form one believes.
I've honestly never been so afraid in broad daylight, and will never forget that day!
I went onto the unit at the beginning of my shift-around two o'clock in the afternoon.Upon my arrival, I immediatley noticed that the "energy level" on the unit felt unusualy high. Not anything that I can necessarily put into writing, but a definite indicator that something could be imminently wrong. The patients were all wound up, and overstimulating.
The staff were on edge, and one could literally feel the hair on the back of their neck standing up, much like when all of your children are up, running around, and being loud, obnoxious, and causing high stress levels for the parents(s), yet not particularly doing anything wrong.
After about an hour of this, all of sudden, there was a quick breeze that blew through the unit, and down the hall. This alone, got our attention, as this was a double locked facility, in a 80 year old, very antiquated building. Nowhere the breeze could have come from. The windows were locked tight, and the sally port opened to another hallway.
We all shuddered immediatley-including the patients, who stopped to look around curiously. In one solid motion, the lights flickered, then all of the doors from one end of the hall, to the other slammed shut two by two!
These doors were big, heavy, solid oak, so each door that slammed, sounded like a shotgun blast. It was as if someone had run down the hall with their arms outsretched, pushing all of the doors shut!
EVERYONE, including the patients, stood with a dumbfounded look on their face, afraid to move! The nursing supervisor even came running out of her office to see what the commotion was.
Of course, we never found the cause, and it was kind of an unspoken agreement that the paranormal does in fact exist, in whatever form one believes.
I've honestly never been so afraid in broad daylight, and will never forget that day!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
ImASuckyCMA87
()
Date: July 16, 2013 10:58AM
Ok, so my post is more of a dream that I had than an actual incident, but here it is...
Last summer I found out that a friend of mine from high school was shot and killed while waiting in his car for his girlfriend to get off of work. I found out about his death while I was at work (a restuarant) a couple of days after it happened from another friend of mine. I just remembered feeling sick to my stomach. My friend, Tyreek, was just one of those kids that you knew would be a success and you knew was bound to make it out of the 'hood and do grand things with his life. I think that may be why it bothered me the most, because I knew that he had such an amazing future ahead of him and was robbed of it. Well, anyway for the next week or so I could think of nothing but him! I would go to bed thinking about him and wake up thinking about him. Obsessing over his senseless death... I mean, it just had me so upset. I couldn't believe it, and I couldn't let him go.
Well, one night I had a dream that I was back at work (standing in the same exact spot that I was in when I found out that he had died!) when Tyreek walked into the store. He stood on the other side of the counter and just stared at me. I went around the counter to talk to him, but he didn't say a word. He just looked at me, smiled, and took me into his arms for a hug. When he released, he again smiled, kissed me on the cheek and walked right out of the store. I woke up feeling so relieved! I genuinely felt like that was God's way of telling me that he was ok and for me to let him go. And I am eternally grateful for Tyreek coming to see me before he went on his final journey home!
Last summer I found out that a friend of mine from high school was shot and killed while waiting in his car for his girlfriend to get off of work. I found out about his death while I was at work (a restuarant) a couple of days after it happened from another friend of mine. I just remembered feeling sick to my stomach. My friend, Tyreek, was just one of those kids that you knew would be a success and you knew was bound to make it out of the 'hood and do grand things with his life. I think that may be why it bothered me the most, because I knew that he had such an amazing future ahead of him and was robbed of it. Well, anyway for the next week or so I could think of nothing but him! I would go to bed thinking about him and wake up thinking about him. Obsessing over his senseless death... I mean, it just had me so upset. I couldn't believe it, and I couldn't let him go.
Well, one night I had a dream that I was back at work (standing in the same exact spot that I was in when I found out that he had died!) when Tyreek walked into the store. He stood on the other side of the counter and just stared at me. I went around the counter to talk to him, but he didn't say a word. He just looked at me, smiled, and took me into his arms for a hug. When he released, he again smiled, kissed me on the cheek and walked right out of the store. I woke up feeling so relieved! I genuinely felt like that was God's way of telling me that he was ok and for me to let him go. And I am eternally grateful for Tyreek coming to see me before he went on his final journey home!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Some more info?
()
Date: July 16, 2013 11:06AM
Curious One Wrote:
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> Javier Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I am posting this for the janitor in my
> building.
> > He claims that there is a ghost that talks to
> him
> > and bangs on stuff in one of the empty offices.
> > The ghost also turns lights on and he also can
> > feel a presence when he enters the office.
> > I went with him the other day and I too felt it
> > and also got major goose bumps. He just wants
> to
> > know what the ghost wants so he can help him.
> This
> > is in the Fairbrook Drive building in Herndon.
>
>
> Javier, what does the ghost say to the janitor?
> Does he see the ghost a lot?
I'm curious to hear more about this, as I too work near that location in Herndon. Here are a few pics of the building there.
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> Javier Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I am posting this for the janitor in my
> building.
> > He claims that there is a ghost that talks to
> him
> > and bangs on stuff in one of the empty offices.
> > The ghost also turns lights on and he also can
> > feel a presence when he enters the office.
> > I went with him the other day and I too felt it
> > and also got major goose bumps. He just wants
> to
> > know what the ghost wants so he can help him.
> This
> > is in the Fairbrook Drive building in Herndon.
>
>
> Javier, what does the ghost say to the janitor?
> Does he see the ghost a lot?
I'm curious to hear more about this, as I too work near that location in Herndon. Here are a few pics of the building there.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Speaking of Herndon...
()
Date: July 16, 2013 11:09AM
Historic Haunted Herndon
http://herndon.patch.com/groups/opinion/p/historic-haunted-herndon
The little house at 610 Spring Street has quite a history, and the current owners are adding to it each year with their “spirited” take on Halloween decor. Drive by and see it for yourself!
When Bob Matthews and Colleen Delawder purchased the house at 610 Spring Street in 2005, they knew it was old and they loved its charm, but they had no idea of its history.
Built as a one-story, one-room structure in 1898, additions included a second story in 1910 and further enlargements in 1925, 1930, and 1948. The house passed through a series of owners and, by the time Bob and Nancy Burk purchased it in 1976, it had fallen into serious disrepair.
The living room was the only room with electricity; extension cords served the rest of the house. Plumbing was almost nonexistent and the only heat was an open gas furnace in the living room floor. The kitchen walls were lined with large tin cans that had been cut open and nailed flat. What was painted was a flat pink. And that was just the interior…
The yard was heavily overgrown. The walkway from the house to the garage was made of rubber from old tires. Plastic flowers were “planted” to disguise the piles of trash in the yard. And, the property was inhabited by about 60 cats that took shelter in in a 1949 Plymouth with a door that was left open for them.
The Burks and subsequent owners did a major job of refurbishing the house and the property. The Burks also researched the history of the house and applied to have it included on the Town’s historic registry. The registry, which is administered by the Historical Society, is designed to increase public awareness of Herndon’s older homes and buildings and their contribution to the Town’s distinctive character and spirit; it now includes 23 structures. In order to be included, properties must meet certain criteria, such as the original structure being 50 or more years old and compatible with the character of Herndon, and being of historical or architectural significance to the Town.
Moving from a townhouse where they never had trick or treaters on Halloween, Bob and Colleen put out a few Halloween decorations in 2005 and were looking forward to some fun. They had just two or three visitors. Undaunted, Bob, who works in commercial construction, started to build some decorations that Colleen had designed, including the “gravestones” that now fill a portion of the front yard. They added more lights to attract more attention, and the next year they had 15 visitors. They added yet more decorations and, in 2007, there were 40 visitors. They were sold!
They continue to add more of their own innovative decorations each year, including the new sign post with directions and mileage to 36 actual spooky locations such Sleepy Hollow, New York (Colleen looked them all up), and they now welcome up to 250 children each year. Bob turns on the lights for a couple hours each night starting after Labor Day, so people have plenty of time to enjoy their handiwork. On Halloween night itself, parents make a special trip to drop their kids off to see the decorations.
Bob also loves to dress up to hand out the treats on the big night. Last year, as the Cat in the Hat, he was told that he was not scary enough for the house, so he’s looking forward to something a little scarier this year. What will he be? We’ll all just have to wait until the 31st to find out!
Remembering Herndon’s History is written by members of the Herndon Historical Society. Chuck Mauro is a former president and the author of Herndon: A Town and Its History, which is available for purchase in the Depot.
The Society operates a small museum that focuses on local history. It is housed in the Depot and is open each Sunday from noon until 3:00 p.m. Visit the Society’s website at www.herndonhistoricalsociety.org for more information. For information about volunteering to help staff the Depot or about Historical Society meetings, contact Carol Bruce at 703-437-7289 or carolbrcom@aol.com.
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http://herndon.patch.com/groups/opinion/p/historic-haunted-herndon
The little house at 610 Spring Street has quite a history, and the current owners are adding to it each year with their “spirited” take on Halloween decor. Drive by and see it for yourself!
When Bob Matthews and Colleen Delawder purchased the house at 610 Spring Street in 2005, they knew it was old and they loved its charm, but they had no idea of its history.
Built as a one-story, one-room structure in 1898, additions included a second story in 1910 and further enlargements in 1925, 1930, and 1948. The house passed through a series of owners and, by the time Bob and Nancy Burk purchased it in 1976, it had fallen into serious disrepair.
The living room was the only room with electricity; extension cords served the rest of the house. Plumbing was almost nonexistent and the only heat was an open gas furnace in the living room floor. The kitchen walls were lined with large tin cans that had been cut open and nailed flat. What was painted was a flat pink. And that was just the interior…
The yard was heavily overgrown. The walkway from the house to the garage was made of rubber from old tires. Plastic flowers were “planted” to disguise the piles of trash in the yard. And, the property was inhabited by about 60 cats that took shelter in in a 1949 Plymouth with a door that was left open for them.
The Burks and subsequent owners did a major job of refurbishing the house and the property. The Burks also researched the history of the house and applied to have it included on the Town’s historic registry. The registry, which is administered by the Historical Society, is designed to increase public awareness of Herndon’s older homes and buildings and their contribution to the Town’s distinctive character and spirit; it now includes 23 structures. In order to be included, properties must meet certain criteria, such as the original structure being 50 or more years old and compatible with the character of Herndon, and being of historical or architectural significance to the Town.
Moving from a townhouse where they never had trick or treaters on Halloween, Bob and Colleen put out a few Halloween decorations in 2005 and were looking forward to some fun. They had just two or three visitors. Undaunted, Bob, who works in commercial construction, started to build some decorations that Colleen had designed, including the “gravestones” that now fill a portion of the front yard. They added more lights to attract more attention, and the next year they had 15 visitors. They added yet more decorations and, in 2007, there were 40 visitors. They were sold!
They continue to add more of their own innovative decorations each year, including the new sign post with directions and mileage to 36 actual spooky locations such Sleepy Hollow, New York (Colleen looked them all up), and they now welcome up to 250 children each year. Bob turns on the lights for a couple hours each night starting after Labor Day, so people have plenty of time to enjoy their handiwork. On Halloween night itself, parents make a special trip to drop their kids off to see the decorations.
Bob also loves to dress up to hand out the treats on the big night. Last year, as the Cat in the Hat, he was told that he was not scary enough for the house, so he’s looking forward to something a little scarier this year. What will he be? We’ll all just have to wait until the 31st to find out!
Remembering Herndon’s History is written by members of the Herndon Historical Society. Chuck Mauro is a former president and the author of Herndon: A Town and Its History, which is available for purchase in the Depot.
The Society operates a small museum that focuses on local history. It is housed in the Depot and is open each Sunday from noon until 3:00 p.m. Visit the Society’s website at www.herndonhistoricalsociety.org for more information. For information about volunteering to help staff the Depot or about Historical Society meetings, contact Carol Bruce at 703-437-7289 or carolbrcom@aol.com.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
seasonednurse78
()
Date: July 16, 2013 11:13AM
I have several stories to tell but will start with one my husband told me. Several years ago before we were together, he was working as a radiology technologist in a hospital. It was a busy night in the trauma center and a gang member was brought in for treatment and subsequently died. Since the room he was in was needed for treating other patients, the trauma nurse asked my husband if there was an empty room in the radiology department (which was adjacent to the trauma center) that they could place the deceased patient in for family members to view when they arrived. My husband said there was a room at the end of the hallway they did not use very often and so they took the patient down there. The light was turned on low setting and the door was left open in preparation for the family.
After the family came to view the body and the funeral home removed the body, my husband turned off the light, closed the door and locked it (radiology staff kept any rooms in the department locked during the night if they were not being used).
About 30 minutes later, my husband was at the other end of the hallway talking to one of the trauma nurses and noticed a light at the end of the hallway where the deceased patient had been. He walked down to investigate and found the door to that room was open and the light was turned on exactly the way it was when the patient was in there. He said he turned off the light, closed the door and locked it again. He said he swore he had previously turned off the light, closed and locked the door.
A little while later, the same thing happened. He asked one of his radiology coworkers if he had been in that room and the coworker said he had not. My husband turned off the light, closed the door and locked it one more time while his coworker was standing nearby. By this time, he was beginning to think he was losing it because he swore he turned off the light, closed and locked the door to the room.
This happened a third time and my husband and his coworker were really starting to get a bit concerned. They decided to call security, thinking that security (the only other department that would have a key to the radiology room) might have gone in there for something. Security came down to the department after my husband called them to come check things out. Security denied having been down in the department and unlocking the door. My husband turned off the light, closed the door and locked it while his coworker and the security guy stood by.
The light never came back on and the door remained closed for the rest of his shift.
After the family came to view the body and the funeral home removed the body, my husband turned off the light, closed the door and locked it (radiology staff kept any rooms in the department locked during the night if they were not being used).
About 30 minutes later, my husband was at the other end of the hallway talking to one of the trauma nurses and noticed a light at the end of the hallway where the deceased patient had been. He walked down to investigate and found the door to that room was open and the light was turned on exactly the way it was when the patient was in there. He said he turned off the light, closed the door and locked it again. He said he swore he had previously turned off the light, closed and locked the door.
A little while later, the same thing happened. He asked one of his radiology coworkers if he had been in that room and the coworker said he had not. My husband turned off the light, closed the door and locked it one more time while his coworker was standing nearby. By this time, he was beginning to think he was losing it because he swore he turned off the light, closed and locked the door to the room.
This happened a third time and my husband and his coworker were really starting to get a bit concerned. They decided to call security, thinking that security (the only other department that would have a key to the radiology room) might have gone in there for something. Security came down to the department after my husband called them to come check things out. Security denied having been down in the department and unlocking the door. My husband turned off the light, closed the door and locked it while his coworker and the security guy stood by.
The light never came back on and the door remained closed for the rest of his shift.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Kelly, Herndon VA
()
Date: July 16, 2013 11:15AM
My best friend's house has some very negative energy. You will feel like you're being watched. I do not like
to be anywhere in her house by myself. The radio will change dials by itself, we once heard a woman humming, and
we will hear footsteps and doors opening and shutting. Every time we are in her basement or the living room, which
is directly above the basement, our eyes always get drawn to one specific corner, and we don't know why. When we
look at pictures of ourselves that were taken inside the house we know it's us in the picture, and it looks like
us, but it is not us, get it? There is something about our eyes and our smiles that look almost cynical. Plus,
whenever I go there, I am drained of my energy and suddenly very sleepy. Her family has had a string of bad luck
including multiple deaths, illnesses, murder, incarcerations, and mental illness. A "psychic" told her that her
family will never regain harmony as long as they live in the house. This reminded her of something that the
contractor told her parents when the house was being built... the contractors arrived at the site of what would
be their home to find a snake curled up on the premises. They disposed of it but somehow it found its way back
to the exact same place. They disposed of it again and yet again it kept coming back until the walls were built
up. Krissy and I think the spot where the snake curled up is the same spot that we are drawn to. And snakes are
a bad omen.
to be anywhere in her house by myself. The radio will change dials by itself, we once heard a woman humming, and
we will hear footsteps and doors opening and shutting. Every time we are in her basement or the living room, which
is directly above the basement, our eyes always get drawn to one specific corner, and we don't know why. When we
look at pictures of ourselves that were taken inside the house we know it's us in the picture, and it looks like
us, but it is not us, get it? There is something about our eyes and our smiles that look almost cynical. Plus,
whenever I go there, I am drained of my energy and suddenly very sleepy. Her family has had a string of bad luck
including multiple deaths, illnesses, murder, incarcerations, and mental illness. A "psychic" told her that her
family will never regain harmony as long as they live in the house. This reminded her of something that the
contractor told her parents when the house was being built... the contractors arrived at the site of what would
be their home to find a snake curled up on the premises. They disposed of it but somehow it found its way back
to the exact same place. They disposed of it again and yet again it kept coming back until the walls were built
up. Krissy and I think the spot where the snake curled up is the same spot that we are drawn to. And snakes are
a bad omen.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Barbara Glakas
()
Date: July 16, 2013 11:16AM
Speaking of Herndon... Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Historic Haunted Herndon
> http://herndon.patch.com/groups/opinion/p/historic
> -haunted-herndon
>
> The little house at 610 Spring Street has quite a
> history, and the current owners are adding to it
> each year with their “spirited” take on
> Halloween decor. Drive by and see it for
> yourself!
>
> When Bob Matthews and Colleen Delawder purchased
> the house at 610 Spring Street in 2005, they knew
> it was old and they loved its charm, but they had
> no idea of its history.
>
> Built as a one-story, one-room structure in 1898,
> additions included a second story in 1910 and
> further enlargements in 1925, 1930, and 1948. The
> house passed through a series of owners and, by
> the time Bob and Nancy Burk purchased it in 1976,
> it had fallen into serious disrepair.
>
> The living room was the only room with
> electricity; extension cords served the rest of
> the house. Plumbing was almost nonexistent and the
> only heat was an open gas furnace in the living
> room floor. The kitchen walls were lined with
> large tin cans that had been cut open and nailed
> flat. What was painted was a flat pink. And that
> was just the interior…
>
> The yard was heavily overgrown. The walkway from
> the house to the garage was made of rubber from
> old tires. Plastic flowers were “planted” to
> disguise the piles of trash in the yard. And, the
> property was inhabited by about 60 cats that took
> shelter in in a 1949 Plymouth with a door that was
> left open for them.
>
> The Burks and subsequent owners did a major job of
> refurbishing the house and the property. The Burks
> also researched the history of the house and
> applied to have it included on the Town’s
> historic registry. The registry, which is
> administered by the Historical Society, is
> designed to increase public awareness of
> Herndon’s older homes and buildings and their
> contribution to the Town’s distinctive character
> and spirit; it now includes 23 structures. In
> order to be included, properties must meet certain
> criteria, such as the original structure being 50
> or more years old and compatible with the
> character of Herndon, and being of historical or
> architectural significance to the Town.
>
> Moving from a townhouse where they never had trick
> or treaters on Halloween, Bob and Colleen put out
> a few Halloween decorations in 2005 and were
> looking forward to some fun. They had just two or
> three visitors. Undaunted, Bob, who works in
> commercial construction, started to build some
> decorations that Colleen had designed, including
> the “gravestones” that now fill a portion of
> the front yard. They added more lights to attract
> more attention, and the next year they had 15
> visitors. They added yet more decorations and, in
> 2007, there were 40 visitors. They were sold!
>
> They continue to add more of their own innovative
> decorations each year, including the new sign post
> with directions and mileage to 36 actual spooky
> locations such Sleepy Hollow, New York (Colleen
> looked them all up), and they now welcome up to
> 250 children each year. Bob turns on the lights
> for a couple hours each night starting after Labor
> Day, so people have plenty of time to enjoy their
> handiwork. On Halloween night itself, parents make
> a special trip to drop their kids off to see the
> decorations.
>
> Bob also loves to dress up to hand out the treats
> on the big night. Last year, as the Cat in the
> Hat, he was told that he was not scary enough for
> the house, so he’s looking forward to something
> a little scarier this year. What will he be?
> We’ll all just have to wait until the 31st to
> find out!
>
> Remembering Herndon’s History is written by
> members of the Herndon Historical Society. Chuck
> Mauro is a former president and the author of
> Herndon: A Town and Its History, which is
> available for purchase in the Depot.
>
> The Society operates a small museum that focuses
> on local history. It is housed in the Depot and is
> open each Sunday from noon until 3:00 p.m. Visit
> the Society’s website at
> www.herndonhistoricalsociety.org for more
> information. For information about volunteering to
> help staff the Depot or about Historical Society
> meetings, contact Carol Bruce at 703-437-7289 or
> carolbrcom@aol.com.
If you live in a home in Herndon that is 50 years old or older, your home may be eligible to be on the Historical Society’s Historic Home Registry. For more information on how you can apply, please go to www.herndonhistoricalsociety.org. From there click on, “Walking Tour Information.” On that page you will see an attachment, “Historic Homes Registry Information.” We hope to get a lot of new applications because Herndon has so many beautiful old homes that should be showcased and appreciated!
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> Historic Haunted Herndon
> http://herndon.patch.com/groups/opinion/p/historic
> -haunted-herndon
>
> The little house at 610 Spring Street has quite a
> history, and the current owners are adding to it
> each year with their “spirited” take on
> Halloween decor. Drive by and see it for
> yourself!
>
> When Bob Matthews and Colleen Delawder purchased
> the house at 610 Spring Street in 2005, they knew
> it was old and they loved its charm, but they had
> no idea of its history.
>
> Built as a one-story, one-room structure in 1898,
> additions included a second story in 1910 and
> further enlargements in 1925, 1930, and 1948. The
> house passed through a series of owners and, by
> the time Bob and Nancy Burk purchased it in 1976,
> it had fallen into serious disrepair.
>
> The living room was the only room with
> electricity; extension cords served the rest of
> the house. Plumbing was almost nonexistent and the
> only heat was an open gas furnace in the living
> room floor. The kitchen walls were lined with
> large tin cans that had been cut open and nailed
> flat. What was painted was a flat pink. And that
> was just the interior…
>
> The yard was heavily overgrown. The walkway from
> the house to the garage was made of rubber from
> old tires. Plastic flowers were “planted” to
> disguise the piles of trash in the yard. And, the
> property was inhabited by about 60 cats that took
> shelter in in a 1949 Plymouth with a door that was
> left open for them.
>
> The Burks and subsequent owners did a major job of
> refurbishing the house and the property. The Burks
> also researched the history of the house and
> applied to have it included on the Town’s
> historic registry. The registry, which is
> administered by the Historical Society, is
> designed to increase public awareness of
> Herndon’s older homes and buildings and their
> contribution to the Town’s distinctive character
> and spirit; it now includes 23 structures. In
> order to be included, properties must meet certain
> criteria, such as the original structure being 50
> or more years old and compatible with the
> character of Herndon, and being of historical or
> architectural significance to the Town.
>
> Moving from a townhouse where they never had trick
> or treaters on Halloween, Bob and Colleen put out
> a few Halloween decorations in 2005 and were
> looking forward to some fun. They had just two or
> three visitors. Undaunted, Bob, who works in
> commercial construction, started to build some
> decorations that Colleen had designed, including
> the “gravestones” that now fill a portion of
> the front yard. They added more lights to attract
> more attention, and the next year they had 15
> visitors. They added yet more decorations and, in
> 2007, there were 40 visitors. They were sold!
>
> They continue to add more of their own innovative
> decorations each year, including the new sign post
> with directions and mileage to 36 actual spooky
> locations such Sleepy Hollow, New York (Colleen
> looked them all up), and they now welcome up to
> 250 children each year. Bob turns on the lights
> for a couple hours each night starting after Labor
> Day, so people have plenty of time to enjoy their
> handiwork. On Halloween night itself, parents make
> a special trip to drop their kids off to see the
> decorations.
>
> Bob also loves to dress up to hand out the treats
> on the big night. Last year, as the Cat in the
> Hat, he was told that he was not scary enough for
> the house, so he’s looking forward to something
> a little scarier this year. What will he be?
> We’ll all just have to wait until the 31st to
> find out!
>
> Remembering Herndon’s History is written by
> members of the Herndon Historical Society. Chuck
> Mauro is a former president and the author of
> Herndon: A Town and Its History, which is
> available for purchase in the Depot.
>
> The Society operates a small museum that focuses
> on local history. It is housed in the Depot and is
> open each Sunday from noon until 3:00 p.m. Visit
> the Society’s website at
> www.herndonhistoricalsociety.org for more
> information. For information about volunteering to
> help staff the Depot or about Historical Society
> meetings, contact Carol Bruce at 703-437-7289 or
> carolbrcom@aol.com.
If you live in a home in Herndon that is 50 years old or older, your home may be eligible to be on the Historical Society’s Historic Home Registry. For more information on how you can apply, please go to www.herndonhistoricalsociety.org. From there click on, “Walking Tour Information.” On that page you will see an attachment, “Historic Homes Registry Information.” We hope to get a lot of new applications because Herndon has so many beautiful old homes that should be showcased and appreciated!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Pooksmom1996
()
Date: July 16, 2013 01:10PM
In the early-mid 80's, my first nursing job was working on night shift on an inpatient psychiatric unit for adolescents in Pittsburgh.
The unit was set up as a long hallway, with the nursing station in the middle and a day room on each of the two ends of the hallway.
The two dayrooms were fairly far from the nursing station, and we had a staffperson sitting in the east dayroom and another sitting in the west dayroom at all times. Sitting by ourselves for the most part, watching the graveyard shift hours click by.
Several night shift folk, including our unflappable charge nurse, told me that there was a ghost at the west wing of the hall.
This supposedly started happening after a patient hung himself in that room.
Some of the staff who were there at night would hear the door of a particular room rattle pretty loudly at times. The story was that a few of the patients who stayed in the room complained from time to time about the rattling of the door.
Much creepier than that.... were the stories from several staff describing that when they were sitting at night in the dayroom, they would feel hands gently circling the back of their neck.
Being young and adventerous and interested in ghosts, I often volunteered to sit watch at night in the west dayroom.
My thinking was, it would be kind of neat to see the door rattle, or maybe even see an apparition, as long as it wasnt right up in my face, and didnt look too scary.
Nothing happened when I was there. That may have been a good thing, because if that ghost had touched me with "gentle hands on the neck", I probably would have jumped up out of my chair, yelled the F word at the top of my lungs, and ran to the nurses station screaming the name of the charge nurse.
That would look good on the evaluation of a new nurse fresh out of school.
The unit was set up as a long hallway, with the nursing station in the middle and a day room on each of the two ends of the hallway.
The two dayrooms were fairly far from the nursing station, and we had a staffperson sitting in the east dayroom and another sitting in the west dayroom at all times. Sitting by ourselves for the most part, watching the graveyard shift hours click by.
Several night shift folk, including our unflappable charge nurse, told me that there was a ghost at the west wing of the hall.
This supposedly started happening after a patient hung himself in that room.
Some of the staff who were there at night would hear the door of a particular room rattle pretty loudly at times. The story was that a few of the patients who stayed in the room complained from time to time about the rattling of the door.
Much creepier than that.... were the stories from several staff describing that when they were sitting at night in the dayroom, they would feel hands gently circling the back of their neck.
Being young and adventerous and interested in ghosts, I often volunteered to sit watch at night in the west dayroom.
My thinking was, it would be kind of neat to see the door rattle, or maybe even see an apparition, as long as it wasnt right up in my face, and didnt look too scary.
Nothing happened when I was there. That may have been a good thing, because if that ghost had touched me with "gentle hands on the neck", I probably would have jumped up out of my chair, yelled the F word at the top of my lungs, and ran to the nurses station screaming the name of the charge nurse.
That would look good on the evaluation of a new nurse fresh out of school.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
StrwbryblndRN
()
Date: July 17, 2013 06:50AM
Some more info? Wrote:
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> Curious One Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Javier Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > I am posting this for the janitor in my
> > building.
> > > He claims that there is a ghost that talks to
> > him
> > > and bangs on stuff in one of the empty
> offices.
> > > The ghost also turns lights on and he also
> can
> > > feel a presence when he enters the office.
> > > I went with him the other day and I too felt
> it
> > > and also got major goose bumps. He just wants
> > to
> > > know what the ghost wants so he can help him.
> > This
> > > is in the Fairbrook Drive building in
> Herndon.
> >
> >
> > Javier, what does the ghost say to the janitor?
> > Does he see the ghost a lot?
>
> I'm curious to hear more about this, as I too work
> near that location in Herndon. Here are a few pics
> of the building there.
I have never really had an encounter at work before, just a few stories I heard.
But the last few weeks at home, small strange things have been happening.
A few years ago I think I posted that my son's room had smelled like cigarette smoke. Well I said out loud to stop smoking in his room and it stopped. So nothing for few years. Here is an account of recent events.
Lately I have been getting into the habit of closing my children's bedroom doors while they are at school. They are 10 and 8, and do not feel like looking at their messes while I'm home and refuse to clean their rooms. Even my daughter will keep her room door closed out of habit now.
Well one day while we were eating dinner my daughter says "I just heard my door open". I blow it off and told her the windows are open, etc. Or it could be something else. My husband agreed with my daughter that is was the bedroom door and he heard it too.
She replies back, "No, my door was completely closed, clicked shut". She swears she closed it but chalked it up to just that she did not close it all the way. Well that night my son's room smelled like cigarette smoke again.
Fast forward to a couple of days ago and I was off again during the day and went to put my daughter's shoes away. Which only consists of me opening her door and tossing her shoes on the floor. I put my hand out to grab her door knob and realize the door is open. Now I would just say she forgot, but 15-30min earlier I had closed my son's door and looked to my daughter's door to see if it was closed and it was.
Fast forward again to yesterday morning and evening. I had worked Saturday night and came home to my happy son awake and greeting me at the door. I relax for a few minutes and talk to him and when I go to sit down I notice a half eaten granola bar on the desk table. I asked my son to please finish it as not to waste it. He said it was not his. (my kids are not good liars and seldom do so) There would be no reason for him to deny since it was not taboo to eat it in the morning. Needless to say I left it there so whoever left it can clean it up from last night. Both my husband and my daughter deny it. Again no reason to lie.
Well I end up feeding it to the dogs and start preparing for bed. There were brownies on the counter and I asked my husband to please make sure to save them for the kids. The kids wanted them for school on Monday (today).
Well when I go up that afternoon, I noticed that the brownies were eaten except for a small piece. I do not care but was concerned that my hubby ate them. He again denies this and so do the kids. It was their brownie and could have eaten them already anyhow. I spent a good part of the day trying to get it out of them and they swear up and down. My husband does not sleep walk but he was going to say that was what happened since we could not figure it out.
Ok, so here is the final thing. I was supposed to work but got canceled and ended up staying awake all night. But at
0300 I turned to tv off and tried to climb into bed for a few hours. It lasted about 30minutes. I got up and went into the living room and the tv was on. Now I know I turned it off because my dog runs to the bedroom when I turn it off because she wants to go the bedroom with me. She did her typical routine and I placed the remote control on the couch cushion with a kindle fire next to it. One of my dog likes to get on the sofa but he won't if anything is on it. So when I noticed that the tv was on I peaked over the couch arm and there was the remote just as I left it. I smelled cigarette smoke for a split second also, no doubt about it. Made me want one too for a moment.
I have been awake since.
Not one event seems significant but put it all together and it is just weird.
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> Curious One Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Javier Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > I am posting this for the janitor in my
> > building.
> > > He claims that there is a ghost that talks to
> > him
> > > and bangs on stuff in one of the empty
> offices.
> > > The ghost also turns lights on and he also
> can
> > > feel a presence when he enters the office.
> > > I went with him the other day and I too felt
> it
> > > and also got major goose bumps. He just wants
> > to
> > > know what the ghost wants so he can help him.
> > This
> > > is in the Fairbrook Drive building in
> Herndon.
> >
> >
> > Javier, what does the ghost say to the janitor?
> > Does he see the ghost a lot?
>
> I'm curious to hear more about this, as I too work
> near that location in Herndon. Here are a few pics
> of the building there.
I have never really had an encounter at work before, just a few stories I heard.
But the last few weeks at home, small strange things have been happening.
A few years ago I think I posted that my son's room had smelled like cigarette smoke. Well I said out loud to stop smoking in his room and it stopped. So nothing for few years. Here is an account of recent events.
Lately I have been getting into the habit of closing my children's bedroom doors while they are at school. They are 10 and 8, and do not feel like looking at their messes while I'm home and refuse to clean their rooms. Even my daughter will keep her room door closed out of habit now.
Well one day while we were eating dinner my daughter says "I just heard my door open". I blow it off and told her the windows are open, etc. Or it could be something else. My husband agreed with my daughter that is was the bedroom door and he heard it too.
She replies back, "No, my door was completely closed, clicked shut". She swears she closed it but chalked it up to just that she did not close it all the way. Well that night my son's room smelled like cigarette smoke again.
Fast forward to a couple of days ago and I was off again during the day and went to put my daughter's shoes away. Which only consists of me opening her door and tossing her shoes on the floor. I put my hand out to grab her door knob and realize the door is open. Now I would just say she forgot, but 15-30min earlier I had closed my son's door and looked to my daughter's door to see if it was closed and it was.
Fast forward again to yesterday morning and evening. I had worked Saturday night and came home to my happy son awake and greeting me at the door. I relax for a few minutes and talk to him and when I go to sit down I notice a half eaten granola bar on the desk table. I asked my son to please finish it as not to waste it. He said it was not his. (my kids are not good liars and seldom do so) There would be no reason for him to deny since it was not taboo to eat it in the morning. Needless to say I left it there so whoever left it can clean it up from last night. Both my husband and my daughter deny it. Again no reason to lie.
Well I end up feeding it to the dogs and start preparing for bed. There were brownies on the counter and I asked my husband to please make sure to save them for the kids. The kids wanted them for school on Monday (today).
Well when I go up that afternoon, I noticed that the brownies were eaten except for a small piece. I do not care but was concerned that my hubby ate them. He again denies this and so do the kids. It was their brownie and could have eaten them already anyhow. I spent a good part of the day trying to get it out of them and they swear up and down. My husband does not sleep walk but he was going to say that was what happened since we could not figure it out.
Ok, so here is the final thing. I was supposed to work but got canceled and ended up staying awake all night. But at
0300 I turned to tv off and tried to climb into bed for a few hours. It lasted about 30minutes. I got up and went into the living room and the tv was on. Now I know I turned it off because my dog runs to the bedroom when I turn it off because she wants to go the bedroom with me. She did her typical routine and I placed the remote control on the couch cushion with a kindle fire next to it. One of my dog likes to get on the sofa but he won't if anything is on it. So when I noticed that the tv was on I peaked over the couch arm and there was the remote just as I left it. I smelled cigarette smoke for a split second also, no doubt about it. Made me want one too for a moment.
I have been awake since.
Not one event seems significant but put it all together and it is just weird.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
NurseFrustrated
()
Date: July 17, 2013 11:31AM
I worked nights in an older hospital and there weren't many people there at night, maybe three nurses and two CNAs max. One night another nurse and I went into a patient's room to reposition him. The patient was sleeping pretty heavily and wasn't very alert even when he was awake. While the other nurse and I were on either side of his bed holding on to the draw sheet, we heard a loud noise. We both looked over to see a big heavy recliner chair moving towards us about a foot loud enough to make a scraping sound on the floor.
There was no one else in the room, no visitors. The chair was locked, there was no breeze that could have moved a heavy recliner like that even if it would've been unlocked. It wasn't near the door or touching a wall. Those things are hard to move when you pushed on them and they were unlocked. The other nurse and I looked at each other and said, 'ummm...ok. Weird!"
Another night on this same unit, I was in a patient's room and she seemed fairly alert and oriented. I had gone in give her a med. It was probably around midnight. She looked at me and said, "honey who is that standing over there?" and I said, "where?" She said, "standing there behind you?" I turned around and there was no one. This was not a confused lady and it kind of gave me a creepy feeling.
On another night, one of our CNAs was in a two-bed room checking on a sleeping patient and the CNA suddenly came running out of the room, scared. We asked her what happened. She said that the bedside table from the empty bed rolled away from the bed on its own and hit the sink very loudly. Now this bedside table was a good two feet from the sink and was over an empty bed! Talk about freaky. This CNA was so scared, she wound up going home early.
That same night, another nurse on the unit was in a room giving an IV push and she happened to look up at the mirror over the sink and kept seeing a shadowy figure going back and forth in it. There was no one else in the room and the mirror was pointed away from the door. She was freaked out.
We also had call bells ring at night from empty rooms when everyone was accounted for at the desk. These were rooms near the desk that we would have seen someone sneak into to ring the bell. That unit was creepy! lol
There was no one else in the room, no visitors. The chair was locked, there was no breeze that could have moved a heavy recliner like that even if it would've been unlocked. It wasn't near the door or touching a wall. Those things are hard to move when you pushed on them and they were unlocked. The other nurse and I looked at each other and said, 'ummm...ok. Weird!"
Another night on this same unit, I was in a patient's room and she seemed fairly alert and oriented. I had gone in give her a med. It was probably around midnight. She looked at me and said, "honey who is that standing over there?" and I said, "where?" She said, "standing there behind you?" I turned around and there was no one. This was not a confused lady and it kind of gave me a creepy feeling.
On another night, one of our CNAs was in a two-bed room checking on a sleeping patient and the CNA suddenly came running out of the room, scared. We asked her what happened. She said that the bedside table from the empty bed rolled away from the bed on its own and hit the sink very loudly. Now this bedside table was a good two feet from the sink and was over an empty bed! Talk about freaky. This CNA was so scared, she wound up going home early.
That same night, another nurse on the unit was in a room giving an IV push and she happened to look up at the mirror over the sink and kept seeing a shadowy figure going back and forth in it. There was no one else in the room and the mirror was pointed away from the door. She was freaked out.
We also had call bells ring at night from empty rooms when everyone was accounted for at the desk. These were rooms near the desk that we would have seen someone sneak into to ring the bell. That unit was creepy! lol
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
The Marine and the BEKs
()
Date: July 17, 2013 12:30PM
Lgarci Wrote:
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> Black Eyed Woman Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > My wife told me this creepy story last night.
> It
> > doesn't take place in VA, but in Oakland CA
> where
> > her parents live.
> > Lately there have been several shootings in the
> > area (more than normal) and that funeral home
> they
> > have on international
> > drive has been getting alot of business.
> >
> > A few weeks ago, my Father and mother-in-laws
> were
> > driving through Oakland at around 2am in the
> > morning. My mother-in-law
> > works as a live in hospice nurse and only has a
> > day or so off. She was coming back at 2am after
> > having the evening off. While
> > they were driving to her job, they saw a woman
> > standing on the corner next to the funeral home
> > with a dress on and dressed
> > somewhat nicely (sunday best?). They saw her at
> > the corner while they were stopped at the
> > intersection, and noticed that
> > the woman smiled at them. They also noticed
> that
> > her eyes were black. My in-laws were frightened
> > and drove away as fast as
> > they could. So then my father-in-law drops off
> my
> > mother-in-law at her work and wonders if that
> > ghost woman he saw at the
> > corner will be there on the way back
> > (Unfortunately, he would have to go through
> that
> > same intersection). On his way back,
> > she was still there at the corner, and this
> time
> > he was stuck at the light there at the
> > intersection. She actually waved
> > to him and he noticed again she had black eyes.
> > Seemed like she was trying to get him to come
> over
> > and pick her up.
> > Naturally when the light turned green, he sped
> out
> > of that intersection to get home.
> >
> > No one seems to know who she is, but they all
> seem
> > to agree that her funeral was probably through
> the
> > funeral home there
> > on that street. As to why she was on that
> street
> > between 2am and 3am, I think she was looking
> for
> > "Victims".
> >
> > I did some research and came across BEK's -
> Black
> > eyed kids that seemed to match.
> >
> http://mysteriousuniverse.org/tag/black-eyed-kids/
>
>
>
> About 4 or 5 years ago I was walking down a bike
> path in the back of my house with my step
> daughter. when I saw 2 boys leaning against their
> bikes up ahead. I didn’t really think much about
> it (since it is a bike path) until one of the kids
> raised his head up and looked me straight in the
> eye. That’s when fear struck me so hard I was
> stopped dead in my tracks. His eyes were black and
> hollow, like he didn’t have a sole. It was like
> looking at pure evil, at least that’s the way I
> described it when I recounted the incident later
> that evening to my husband and my other daughter.
> I immediately led my step daughter off the path,
> cut through someones yard and walked out to the
> street . I didn’t know what I had encountered at
> the time but now I am quite sure it was the black
> eyed children. I don’t know what they are, but I
> know they are dangerous. It was so weird I thought
> that my step daughter would also be aware of what
> I perceived to be impending danger , but she was
> completely oblivious, even when I led her off the
> path and onto the street. I somehow knew I had to
> get out of there NOW. Surprisingly they appeared
> normal in every other aspect ( except for the eyes
> of course), and a vague awareness that they
> didn’t quite fit into the environment. I only
> saw the eyes of one of them because the other kid
> had his back to me . He looked to be around 13 or
> 14, flannel shirt and jeans, and a swarthy
> complection. Now that I have been reading about
> these encounters it peaks my curiosity but i
> wouldn’t want to run into them again .
The Marine and the Black-Eyed Kids
http://paranormal.about.com/od/demonsandexorcism/a/marine-black-eyed-kids.htm
You'd be hard-pressed to find anyone who is tougher than a U.S. Marine. These soldiers are trained in combat, survival and to face the threat of imminent bodily harm or death. But perhaps they're not quite prepared when it comes to encounters with the unknown. Consider this report from a Marine, using the name Reaper 3-1, who had an unexpected and altogether unnerving experience with the mysterious phenomenon of the black-eyed people. To make it even more harrowing, these black-eyed entities appeared to be small kids. This is the Marine's story....
I'M A MARINE stationed at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. I live in the infantry barracks off of River Road. I recently had a rather strange encounter with a pair of black-eyed kids.
I live on the third floor of the barracks that have open walkways on the outside and the rooms on the inside. This happened on a weekend back in November, 2009. It was a weekend, so almost every Marine was out, either home, drinking or sleeping; only a handful were left in the barracks awake. I'd stayed in that weekend because I was broke and had no money to go out.
I was watching a movie when I heard a knock at my door. Figuring it was my roommate who'd lost his key again, I went and opened it. Instead of a drunken roommate, I found two little kids standing on the walkway - only these kids freaked the hell out of me. I don't know what it was about them, but as a Marine we're always told to listen to that little voice in your head, because it just might save your life from an IED (improvised explosive device). Right then that voice was screaming at me to shut the door and lock it.
THE PLEA
There was also the fact that these kids had absolutely pitch-black eyes. I mean no white or any other color to them whatsoever - just black. But I pushed those things aside and asked them what they were doing there so late. They responded by saying that it was really cold out and they wanted to come in and read. I was confused as hell, because I've never met a kid that wants to read. Also, there was no mention of any parents or anything else you'd expect a lost couple of kids to say.
I couldn't take my eyes of their pitch-black eyes; it was like they were sucking me in. I felt horrible and was suddenly frightened for my life, like I needed to immediately take cover. They just stared at me, with those goddam eyes.
I took a quick look up and down the walkway to see if any other Marines were out, but there was nobody in site. I turned back to the kids who I noticed had taken a step forward toward me. I got the feeling like I was being hunted, like these kids where predators and out for their next meal or something. Instinct gave way to reason and I decided to listen to that voice and shut the door and locked it.
I heard soft constant knocking for the next five minutes before I heard my window rattle and then nothing. I went down to the officer on duty the next morning and asked him about it and he said he hadn't heard of or seen any kids in the area at all, and dismissed it saying that I'd probably had too much to drink last night. Only I hadn't been drinking at all or anything like that that night. I don't know what or who those kids were, but I doubt any of the families here would let their kids wander around at night on a military base.
As we have heard in many other stories of black-eyed people, they often ask to be invited in. They don't try to barge in... they don't threaten... they only seem to need their targets to voluntarily allow them into their homes. For what purpose? What would happen if they were allowed in? Who are these black-eyed beings?
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> Black Eyed Woman Wrote:
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> -----
> > My wife told me this creepy story last night.
> It
> > doesn't take place in VA, but in Oakland CA
> where
> > her parents live.
> > Lately there have been several shootings in the
> > area (more than normal) and that funeral home
> they
> > have on international
> > drive has been getting alot of business.
> >
> > A few weeks ago, my Father and mother-in-laws
> were
> > driving through Oakland at around 2am in the
> > morning. My mother-in-law
> > works as a live in hospice nurse and only has a
> > day or so off. She was coming back at 2am after
> > having the evening off. While
> > they were driving to her job, they saw a woman
> > standing on the corner next to the funeral home
> > with a dress on and dressed
> > somewhat nicely (sunday best?). They saw her at
> > the corner while they were stopped at the
> > intersection, and noticed that
> > the woman smiled at them. They also noticed
> that
> > her eyes were black. My in-laws were frightened
> > and drove away as fast as
> > they could. So then my father-in-law drops off
> my
> > mother-in-law at her work and wonders if that
> > ghost woman he saw at the
> > corner will be there on the way back
> > (Unfortunately, he would have to go through
> that
> > same intersection). On his way back,
> > she was still there at the corner, and this
> time
> > he was stuck at the light there at the
> > intersection. She actually waved
> > to him and he noticed again she had black eyes.
> > Seemed like she was trying to get him to come
> over
> > and pick her up.
> > Naturally when the light turned green, he sped
> out
> > of that intersection to get home.
> >
> > No one seems to know who she is, but they all
> seem
> > to agree that her funeral was probably through
> the
> > funeral home there
> > on that street. As to why she was on that
> street
> > between 2am and 3am, I think she was looking
> for
> > "Victims".
> >
> > I did some research and came across BEK's -
> Black
> > eyed kids that seemed to match.
> >
> http://mysteriousuniverse.org/tag/black-eyed-kids/
>
>
>
> About 4 or 5 years ago I was walking down a bike
> path in the back of my house with my step
> daughter. when I saw 2 boys leaning against their
> bikes up ahead. I didn’t really think much about
> it (since it is a bike path) until one of the kids
> raised his head up and looked me straight in the
> eye. That’s when fear struck me so hard I was
> stopped dead in my tracks. His eyes were black and
> hollow, like he didn’t have a sole. It was like
> looking at pure evil, at least that’s the way I
> described it when I recounted the incident later
> that evening to my husband and my other daughter.
> I immediately led my step daughter off the path,
> cut through someones yard and walked out to the
> street . I didn’t know what I had encountered at
> the time but now I am quite sure it was the black
> eyed children. I don’t know what they are, but I
> know they are dangerous. It was so weird I thought
> that my step daughter would also be aware of what
> I perceived to be impending danger , but she was
> completely oblivious, even when I led her off the
> path and onto the street. I somehow knew I had to
> get out of there NOW. Surprisingly they appeared
> normal in every other aspect ( except for the eyes
> of course), and a vague awareness that they
> didn’t quite fit into the environment. I only
> saw the eyes of one of them because the other kid
> had his back to me . He looked to be around 13 or
> 14, flannel shirt and jeans, and a swarthy
> complection. Now that I have been reading about
> these encounters it peaks my curiosity but i
> wouldn’t want to run into them again .
The Marine and the Black-Eyed Kids
http://paranormal.about.com/od/demonsandexorcism/a/marine-black-eyed-kids.htm
You'd be hard-pressed to find anyone who is tougher than a U.S. Marine. These soldiers are trained in combat, survival and to face the threat of imminent bodily harm or death. But perhaps they're not quite prepared when it comes to encounters with the unknown. Consider this report from a Marine, using the name Reaper 3-1, who had an unexpected and altogether unnerving experience with the mysterious phenomenon of the black-eyed people. To make it even more harrowing, these black-eyed entities appeared to be small kids. This is the Marine's story....
I'M A MARINE stationed at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. I live in the infantry barracks off of River Road. I recently had a rather strange encounter with a pair of black-eyed kids.
I live on the third floor of the barracks that have open walkways on the outside and the rooms on the inside. This happened on a weekend back in November, 2009. It was a weekend, so almost every Marine was out, either home, drinking or sleeping; only a handful were left in the barracks awake. I'd stayed in that weekend because I was broke and had no money to go out.
I was watching a movie when I heard a knock at my door. Figuring it was my roommate who'd lost his key again, I went and opened it. Instead of a drunken roommate, I found two little kids standing on the walkway - only these kids freaked the hell out of me. I don't know what it was about them, but as a Marine we're always told to listen to that little voice in your head, because it just might save your life from an IED (improvised explosive device). Right then that voice was screaming at me to shut the door and lock it.
THE PLEA
There was also the fact that these kids had absolutely pitch-black eyes. I mean no white or any other color to them whatsoever - just black. But I pushed those things aside and asked them what they were doing there so late. They responded by saying that it was really cold out and they wanted to come in and read. I was confused as hell, because I've never met a kid that wants to read. Also, there was no mention of any parents or anything else you'd expect a lost couple of kids to say.
I couldn't take my eyes of their pitch-black eyes; it was like they were sucking me in. I felt horrible and was suddenly frightened for my life, like I needed to immediately take cover. They just stared at me, with those goddam eyes.
I took a quick look up and down the walkway to see if any other Marines were out, but there was nobody in site. I turned back to the kids who I noticed had taken a step forward toward me. I got the feeling like I was being hunted, like these kids where predators and out for their next meal or something. Instinct gave way to reason and I decided to listen to that voice and shut the door and locked it.
I heard soft constant knocking for the next five minutes before I heard my window rattle and then nothing. I went down to the officer on duty the next morning and asked him about it and he said he hadn't heard of or seen any kids in the area at all, and dismissed it saying that I'd probably had too much to drink last night. Only I hadn't been drinking at all or anything like that that night. I don't know what or who those kids were, but I doubt any of the families here would let their kids wander around at night on a military base.
As we have heard in many other stories of black-eyed people, they often ask to be invited in. They don't try to barge in... they don't threaten... they only seem to need their targets to voluntarily allow them into their homes. For what purpose? What would happen if they were allowed in? Who are these black-eyed beings?
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Repossessed
()
Date: July 17, 2013 04:10PM
I Just wanted to share this with you on the subject of black-eyed people. Recently, I ran into a former boss of mine, a nice lady. We got to talking and the conversation went deep quickly.
Long story short, she mentioned that her father was extremely abusive to her and her siblings. She said, matter-of-factly, "He was possessed by demons."
I was raised Catholic, and I personally believe this happens, so I offered words of support. She said, "No, really. When he would abuse us his eyes would turn pure black! I'm serious, his eyes would turn black -- no whites left."
I have no reason to doubt her or her integrity. She's a normal, good person. Perhaps these things aren't human, or perhaps they are demons driving a human body?
Long story short, she mentioned that her father was extremely abusive to her and her siblings. She said, matter-of-factly, "He was possessed by demons."
I was raised Catholic, and I personally believe this happens, so I offered words of support. She said, "No, really. When he would abuse us his eyes would turn pure black! I'm serious, his eyes would turn black -- no whites left."
I have no reason to doubt her or her integrity. She's a normal, good person. Perhaps these things aren't human, or perhaps they are demons driving a human body?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
haymarket
()
Date: July 17, 2013 06:51PM
I live near a farm with my grandparents and just outside the farm's property is an old church that was called Hickory Grove church. It was built to honor a attack on Union troops by the 8th regiment where there was only one presumed death on the Confederate side. His body was never found and was assumed to be buried directly underneath the property. Now every so often you see a blueish orb floating and bobing around the church.
Black Eyed Children Report From Someone Who Let Them In
Posted by:
Black Eyed Children Report
()
Date: July 17, 2013 08:12PM
The Marine and the BEKs Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Lgarci Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Black Eyed Woman Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > My wife told me this creepy story last night.
> > It
> > > doesn't take place in VA, but in Oakland CA
> > where
> > > her parents live.
> > > Lately there have been several shootings in
> the
> > > area (more than normal) and that funeral home
> > they
> > > have on international
> > > drive has been getting alot of business.
> > >
> > > A few weeks ago, my Father and mother-in-laws
> > were
> > > driving through Oakland at around 2am in the
> > > morning. My mother-in-law
> > > works as a live in hospice nurse and only has
> a
> > > day or so off. She was coming back at 2am
> after
> > > having the evening off. While
> > > they were driving to her job, they saw a
> woman
> > > standing on the corner next to the funeral
> home
> > > with a dress on and dressed
> > > somewhat nicely (sunday best?). They saw her
> at
> > > the corner while they were stopped at the
> > > intersection, and noticed that
> > > the woman smiled at them. They also noticed
> > that
> > > her eyes were black. My in-laws were
> frightened
> > > and drove away as fast as
> > > they could. So then my father-in-law drops
> off
> > my
> > > mother-in-law at her work and wonders if that
> > > ghost woman he saw at the
> > > corner will be there on the way back
> > > (Unfortunately, he would have to go through
> > that
> > > same intersection). On his way back,
> > > she was still there at the corner, and this
> > time
> > > he was stuck at the light there at the
> > > intersection. She actually waved
> > > to him and he noticed again she had black
> eyes.
> > > Seemed like she was trying to get him to come
> > over
> > > and pick her up.
> > > Naturally when the light turned green, he
> sped
> > out
> > > of that intersection to get home.
> > >
> > > No one seems to know who she is, but they all
> > seem
> > > to agree that her funeral was probably
> through
> > the
> > > funeral home there
> > > on that street. As to why she was on that
> > street
> > > between 2am and 3am, I think she was looking
> > for
> > > "Victims".
> > >
> > > I did some research and came across BEK's -
> > Black
> > > eyed kids that seemed to match.
> > >
> >
> http://mysteriousuniverse.org/tag/black-eyed-kids/
>
> >
> >
> >
> > About 4 or 5 years ago I was walking down a
> bike
> > path in the back of my house with my step
> > daughter. when I saw 2 boys leaning against
> their
> > bikes up ahead. I didn’t really think much
> about
> > it (since it is a bike path) until one of the
> kids
> > raised his head up and looked me straight in
> the
> > eye. That’s when fear struck me so hard I was
> > stopped dead in my tracks. His eyes were black
> and
> > hollow, like he didn’t have a sole. It was
> like
> > looking at pure evil, at least that’s the way
> I
> > described it when I recounted the incident
> later
> > that evening to my husband and my other
> daughter.
> > I immediately led my step daughter off the
> path,
> > cut through someones yard and walked out to the
> > street . I didn’t know what I had encountered
> at
> > the time but now I am quite sure it was the
> black
> > eyed children. I don’t know what they are, but
> I
> > know they are dangerous. It was so weird I
> thought
> > that my step daughter would also be aware of
> what
> > I perceived to be impending danger , but she
> was
> > completely oblivious, even when I led her off
> the
> > path and onto the street. I somehow knew I had
> to
> > get out of there NOW. Surprisingly they
> appeared
> > normal in every other aspect ( except for the
> eyes
> > of course), and a vague awareness that they
> > didn’t quite fit into the environment. I only
> > saw the eyes of one of them because the other
> kid
> > had his back to me . He looked to be around 13
> or
> > 14, flannel shirt and jeans, and a swarthy
> > complection. Now that I have been reading about
> > these encounters it peaks my curiosity but i
> > wouldn’t want to run into them again .
>
>
> The Marine and the Black-Eyed Kids
> http://paranormal.about.com/od/demonsandexorcism/a
> /marine-black-eyed-kids.htm
>
> You'd be hard-pressed to find anyone who is
> tougher than a U.S. Marine. These soldiers are
> trained in combat, survival and to face the threat
> of imminent bodily harm or death. But perhaps
> they're not quite prepared when it comes to
> encounters with the unknown. Consider this report
> from a Marine, using the name Reaper 3-1, who had
> an unexpected and altogether unnerving experience
> with the mysterious phenomenon of the black-eyed
> people. To make it even more harrowing, these
> black-eyed entities appeared to be small kids.
> This is the Marine's story....
>
> I'M A MARINE stationed at Camp Lejeune, North
> Carolina. I live in the infantry barracks off of
> River Road. I recently had a rather strange
> encounter with a pair of black-eyed kids.
>
> I live on the third floor of the barracks that
> have open walkways on the outside and the rooms on
> the inside. This happened on a weekend back in
> November, 2009. It was a weekend, so almost every
> Marine was out, either home, drinking or sleeping;
> only a handful were left in the barracks awake.
> I'd stayed in that weekend because I was broke and
> had no money to go out.
>
> I was watching a movie when I heard a knock at my
> door. Figuring it was my roommate who'd lost his
> key again, I went and opened it. Instead of a
> drunken roommate, I found two little kids standing
> on the walkway - only these kids freaked the hell
> out of me. I don't know what it was about them,
> but as a Marine we're always told to listen to
> that little voice in your head, because it just
> might save your life from an IED (improvised
> explosive device). Right then that voice was
> screaming at me to shut the door and lock it.
>
> THE PLEA
>
> There was also the fact that these kids had
> absolutely pitch-black eyes. I mean no white or
> any other color to them whatsoever - just black.
> But I pushed those things aside and asked them
> what they were doing there so late. They responded
> by saying that it was really cold out and they
> wanted to come in and read. I was confused as
> hell, because I've never met a kid that wants to
> read. Also, there was no mention of any parents or
> anything else you'd expect a lost couple of kids
> to say.
>
> I couldn't take my eyes of their pitch-black eyes;
> it was like they were sucking me in. I felt
> horrible and was suddenly frightened for my life,
> like I needed to immediately take cover. They just
> stared at me, with those goddam eyes.
>
> I took a quick look up and down the walkway to see
> if any other Marines were out, but there was
> nobody in site. I turned back to the kids who I
> noticed had taken a step forward toward me. I got
> the feeling like I was being hunted, like these
> kids where predators and out for their next meal
> or something. Instinct gave way to reason and I
> decided to listen to that voice and shut the door
> and locked it.
>
> I heard soft constant knocking for the next five
> minutes before I heard my window rattle and then
> nothing. I went down to the officer on duty the
> next morning and asked him about it and he said he
> hadn't heard of or seen any kids in the area at
> all, and dismissed it saying that I'd probably had
> too much to drink last night. Only I hadn't been
> drinking at all or anything like that that night.
> I don't know what or who those kids were, but I
> doubt any of the families here would let their
> kids wander around at night on a military base.
>
> As we have heard in many other stories of
> black-eyed people, they often ask to be invited
> in. They don't try to barge in... they don't
> threaten... they only seem to need their targets
> to voluntarily allow them into their homes. For
> what purpose? What would happen if they were
> allowed in? Who are these black-eyed beings?
Black Eyed Children Report From Someone Who Let Them In
http://pararational.com/black-eyed-children-let-them-in/
Is this evidence of what happens if you let a BEK into your home?
This report of what happens if you let Black Eyed Children into your home comes completely 4th hand. So believe it if you will. It is edited for spelling because I couldn’t stand looking at all the red misspelling squiggles as I get ready to post this. The lack of periods, I left…
I have read many accounts of these black eyed kids but I don’t think any really come close to what happened to me when I let two into my house. Some people think that if you let them in that the will kill you, obviously I can say this is not true.
This is what happened, I was sitting in my bedroom at home when I heard a knock on the door, it was not too late so I didn’t hesitate opening the door to whoever it was. when I opened it there was two children standing there, both were looking at the floor. “yes ” I said, the taller one asked if they could come in as they were lost and the other boy needed the toilet. I live in an area where it is very easy to get lost, so I just assumed that they were telling the truth and was looking down because they were shy, even though the one talking, spoke very confidently. so I let them in, the one who needed the toilet just walked in and straight up the stairs so I shouted up its on the right, I don’t know why I didn’t find this strange but most toilets are upstairs and as he was young I didn’t think anything of it.
I told the other one that the phone was down the hall, “thanks” he said and he started to walk down the hall, I followed him and then I suddenly came over with a really awful feeling like something bad was going to happen, I became very nervous and a bit shaky I still cant explain how that happened, the boy stopped at the phone and paused, “everything OK?” I asked, he turned to me and looked up and that’s when I saw his eyes, and trust me I will never get that picture out of my head, I was so scared that I couldn’t even scream as I turned to run down the hall the other kid was standing at the end.
I became very dizzy and struggled to stand up, he walked closer to me and said that they had been sent to collect me, I still couldn’t bear to look into his face, I pushed away from him and ran into my front room and slammed the door shut, I was in so much shock about what was happening I couldn’t think straight, this is something that you don’t even expect to happen even in movies. after standing against the door for around and hour or so I finally got the courage to make a run for the back door, so I ran to it and unlocked it, I ran to the back of my garden and jumped over the fence not once looking back.
my friend lived close so I ran to his house, I told him the story and as I guessed he was a bit skeptic about what I had said. I convinced him to come back with me, when we got there we looked around the whole house but couldn’t find them. ever since this happened I always have a dream that this kids with the black eyes stand over my bed with there hands stretching to me, I hope to god that I never see these again.”
This was supposedly posted on haunteddiary.com but as at the time of this writing, that site is no longer there. If anyone has an original source for me to cite, please leave me a comment and let me know!
As for what they would have done if the author hadn’t bolted away from the house, I don’t care to venture. I have read several reports that have mentioned the BEK coming to “collect” someone. Is this just an artifact of stories being retold on the Internet, or is a common feature to Black Eyed Children encounters. Still working on the answer to that one.
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> Lgarci Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Black Eyed Woman Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > My wife told me this creepy story last night.
> > It
> > > doesn't take place in VA, but in Oakland CA
> > where
> > > her parents live.
> > > Lately there have been several shootings in
> the
> > > area (more than normal) and that funeral home
> > they
> > > have on international
> > > drive has been getting alot of business.
> > >
> > > A few weeks ago, my Father and mother-in-laws
> > were
> > > driving through Oakland at around 2am in the
> > > morning. My mother-in-law
> > > works as a live in hospice nurse and only has
> a
> > > day or so off. She was coming back at 2am
> after
> > > having the evening off. While
> > > they were driving to her job, they saw a
> woman
> > > standing on the corner next to the funeral
> home
> > > with a dress on and dressed
> > > somewhat nicely (sunday best?). They saw her
> at
> > > the corner while they were stopped at the
> > > intersection, and noticed that
> > > the woman smiled at them. They also noticed
> > that
> > > her eyes were black. My in-laws were
> frightened
> > > and drove away as fast as
> > > they could. So then my father-in-law drops
> off
> > my
> > > mother-in-law at her work and wonders if that
> > > ghost woman he saw at the
> > > corner will be there on the way back
> > > (Unfortunately, he would have to go through
> > that
> > > same intersection). On his way back,
> > > she was still there at the corner, and this
> > time
> > > he was stuck at the light there at the
> > > intersection. She actually waved
> > > to him and he noticed again she had black
> eyes.
> > > Seemed like she was trying to get him to come
> > over
> > > and pick her up.
> > > Naturally when the light turned green, he
> sped
> > out
> > > of that intersection to get home.
> > >
> > > No one seems to know who she is, but they all
> > seem
> > > to agree that her funeral was probably
> through
> > the
> > > funeral home there
> > > on that street. As to why she was on that
> > street
> > > between 2am and 3am, I think she was looking
> > for
> > > "Victims".
> > >
> > > I did some research and came across BEK's -
> > Black
> > > eyed kids that seemed to match.
> > >
> >
> http://mysteriousuniverse.org/tag/black-eyed-kids/
>
> >
> >
> >
> > About 4 or 5 years ago I was walking down a
> bike
> > path in the back of my house with my step
> > daughter. when I saw 2 boys leaning against
> their
> > bikes up ahead. I didn’t really think much
> about
> > it (since it is a bike path) until one of the
> kids
> > raised his head up and looked me straight in
> the
> > eye. That’s when fear struck me so hard I was
> > stopped dead in my tracks. His eyes were black
> and
> > hollow, like he didn’t have a sole. It was
> like
> > looking at pure evil, at least that’s the way
> I
> > described it when I recounted the incident
> later
> > that evening to my husband and my other
> daughter.
> > I immediately led my step daughter off the
> path,
> > cut through someones yard and walked out to the
> > street . I didn’t know what I had encountered
> at
> > the time but now I am quite sure it was the
> black
> > eyed children. I don’t know what they are, but
> I
> > know they are dangerous. It was so weird I
> thought
> > that my step daughter would also be aware of
> what
> > I perceived to be impending danger , but she
> was
> > completely oblivious, even when I led her off
> the
> > path and onto the street. I somehow knew I had
> to
> > get out of there NOW. Surprisingly they
> appeared
> > normal in every other aspect ( except for the
> eyes
> > of course), and a vague awareness that they
> > didn’t quite fit into the environment. I only
> > saw the eyes of one of them because the other
> kid
> > had his back to me . He looked to be around 13
> or
> > 14, flannel shirt and jeans, and a swarthy
> > complection. Now that I have been reading about
> > these encounters it peaks my curiosity but i
> > wouldn’t want to run into them again .
>
>
> The Marine and the Black-Eyed Kids
> http://paranormal.about.com/od/demonsandexorcism/a
> /marine-black-eyed-kids.htm
>
> You'd be hard-pressed to find anyone who is
> tougher than a U.S. Marine. These soldiers are
> trained in combat, survival and to face the threat
> of imminent bodily harm or death. But perhaps
> they're not quite prepared when it comes to
> encounters with the unknown. Consider this report
> from a Marine, using the name Reaper 3-1, who had
> an unexpected and altogether unnerving experience
> with the mysterious phenomenon of the black-eyed
> people. To make it even more harrowing, these
> black-eyed entities appeared to be small kids.
> This is the Marine's story....
>
> I'M A MARINE stationed at Camp Lejeune, North
> Carolina. I live in the infantry barracks off of
> River Road. I recently had a rather strange
> encounter with a pair of black-eyed kids.
>
> I live on the third floor of the barracks that
> have open walkways on the outside and the rooms on
> the inside. This happened on a weekend back in
> November, 2009. It was a weekend, so almost every
> Marine was out, either home, drinking or sleeping;
> only a handful were left in the barracks awake.
> I'd stayed in that weekend because I was broke and
> had no money to go out.
>
> I was watching a movie when I heard a knock at my
> door. Figuring it was my roommate who'd lost his
> key again, I went and opened it. Instead of a
> drunken roommate, I found two little kids standing
> on the walkway - only these kids freaked the hell
> out of me. I don't know what it was about them,
> but as a Marine we're always told to listen to
> that little voice in your head, because it just
> might save your life from an IED (improvised
> explosive device). Right then that voice was
> screaming at me to shut the door and lock it.
>
> THE PLEA
>
> There was also the fact that these kids had
> absolutely pitch-black eyes. I mean no white or
> any other color to them whatsoever - just black.
> But I pushed those things aside and asked them
> what they were doing there so late. They responded
> by saying that it was really cold out and they
> wanted to come in and read. I was confused as
> hell, because I've never met a kid that wants to
> read. Also, there was no mention of any parents or
> anything else you'd expect a lost couple of kids
> to say.
>
> I couldn't take my eyes of their pitch-black eyes;
> it was like they were sucking me in. I felt
> horrible and was suddenly frightened for my life,
> like I needed to immediately take cover. They just
> stared at me, with those goddam eyes.
>
> I took a quick look up and down the walkway to see
> if any other Marines were out, but there was
> nobody in site. I turned back to the kids who I
> noticed had taken a step forward toward me. I got
> the feeling like I was being hunted, like these
> kids where predators and out for their next meal
> or something. Instinct gave way to reason and I
> decided to listen to that voice and shut the door
> and locked it.
>
> I heard soft constant knocking for the next five
> minutes before I heard my window rattle and then
> nothing. I went down to the officer on duty the
> next morning and asked him about it and he said he
> hadn't heard of or seen any kids in the area at
> all, and dismissed it saying that I'd probably had
> too much to drink last night. Only I hadn't been
> drinking at all or anything like that that night.
> I don't know what or who those kids were, but I
> doubt any of the families here would let their
> kids wander around at night on a military base.
>
> As we have heard in many other stories of
> black-eyed people, they often ask to be invited
> in. They don't try to barge in... they don't
> threaten... they only seem to need their targets
> to voluntarily allow them into their homes. For
> what purpose? What would happen if they were
> allowed in? Who are these black-eyed beings?
Black Eyed Children Report From Someone Who Let Them In
http://pararational.com/black-eyed-children-let-them-in/
Is this evidence of what happens if you let a BEK into your home?
This report of what happens if you let Black Eyed Children into your home comes completely 4th hand. So believe it if you will. It is edited for spelling because I couldn’t stand looking at all the red misspelling squiggles as I get ready to post this. The lack of periods, I left…
I have read many accounts of these black eyed kids but I don’t think any really come close to what happened to me when I let two into my house. Some people think that if you let them in that the will kill you, obviously I can say this is not true.
This is what happened, I was sitting in my bedroom at home when I heard a knock on the door, it was not too late so I didn’t hesitate opening the door to whoever it was. when I opened it there was two children standing there, both were looking at the floor. “yes ” I said, the taller one asked if they could come in as they were lost and the other boy needed the toilet. I live in an area where it is very easy to get lost, so I just assumed that they were telling the truth and was looking down because they were shy, even though the one talking, spoke very confidently. so I let them in, the one who needed the toilet just walked in and straight up the stairs so I shouted up its on the right, I don’t know why I didn’t find this strange but most toilets are upstairs and as he was young I didn’t think anything of it.
I told the other one that the phone was down the hall, “thanks” he said and he started to walk down the hall, I followed him and then I suddenly came over with a really awful feeling like something bad was going to happen, I became very nervous and a bit shaky I still cant explain how that happened, the boy stopped at the phone and paused, “everything OK?” I asked, he turned to me and looked up and that’s when I saw his eyes, and trust me I will never get that picture out of my head, I was so scared that I couldn’t even scream as I turned to run down the hall the other kid was standing at the end.
I became very dizzy and struggled to stand up, he walked closer to me and said that they had been sent to collect me, I still couldn’t bear to look into his face, I pushed away from him and ran into my front room and slammed the door shut, I was in so much shock about what was happening I couldn’t think straight, this is something that you don’t even expect to happen even in movies. after standing against the door for around and hour or so I finally got the courage to make a run for the back door, so I ran to it and unlocked it, I ran to the back of my garden and jumped over the fence not once looking back.
my friend lived close so I ran to his house, I told him the story and as I guessed he was a bit skeptic about what I had said. I convinced him to come back with me, when we got there we looked around the whole house but couldn’t find them. ever since this happened I always have a dream that this kids with the black eyes stand over my bed with there hands stretching to me, I hope to god that I never see these again.”
This was supposedly posted on haunteddiary.com but as at the time of this writing, that site is no longer there. If anyone has an original source for me to cite, please leave me a comment and let me know!
As for what they would have done if the author hadn’t bolted away from the house, I don’t care to venture. I have read several reports that have mentioned the BEK coming to “collect” someone. Is this just an artifact of stories being retold on the Internet, or is a common feature to Black Eyed Children encounters. Still working on the answer to that one.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Hopeless
()
Date: July 18, 2013 08:52AM
My friend and I were outside of our houses at one of the two basketball courts near one of the barracks
at Fort Myer & we kept hearing weird things and both of us ignored it. Then I turned around to go get the
ball and what I saw made me very scared by the way it was 9 at night it was a man with a nice blue suit on
made of what seemed to be wool and he just was staring right in my eyes and I felt that he was trying to
tell me something.
He had an orange shimmer around him which freaked me out. After that I was determined to leave so we left
the next day my friend and I did research on our houses since they were built in 1933 and discover that
where we live some war soldiers (from multiple wars) used this ground for hiding and other reasons. We
continue to look for research and we are going back to the location we saw the man at to do more research
and learn more about him we are going late tonight and we are excited!
at Fort Myer & we kept hearing weird things and both of us ignored it. Then I turned around to go get the
ball and what I saw made me very scared by the way it was 9 at night it was a man with a nice blue suit on
made of what seemed to be wool and he just was staring right in my eyes and I felt that he was trying to
tell me something.
He had an orange shimmer around him which freaked me out. After that I was determined to leave so we left
the next day my friend and I did research on our houses since they were built in 1933 and discover that
where we live some war soldiers (from multiple wars) used this ground for hiding and other reasons. We
continue to look for research and we are going back to the location we saw the man at to do more research
and learn more about him we are going late tonight and we are excited!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
JC_Smith2009
()
Date: July 18, 2013 09:12AM
I also have a story, not sure how spooky it is, but it will raise your faith alot. I am not a nurse yet but my father about 3 years ago was admitted to the ER then to the ICU due to a sever car crash. He was in a coma for a few days and when he came to, a few days later he told me about what he saw when he was asleep. He said that he saw angels and the well known bright light, but he said he knew it was not his time yet. Well then, the strange part comes to when he says that he had seen the devil and the devil handed him a pipe to smoke out of and my father refused to smoke out of the pipe, then he came to. A quick history about my father, he did smoke ciggarettes and pot back in the day and I personally think this could have been his test, and then and there he had to make a choice and I think his choice gave him life again. He was in very critical condition, to this day he is still disabled, but I will not ever forget that story that he had told me. Makes you realize life is much more beyond just what we see.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Jamie
()
Date: July 18, 2013 09:33AM
Hopeless Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> My friend and I were outside of our houses at one
> of the two basketball courts near one of the
> barracks
> at Fort Myer & we kept hearing weird things and
> both of us ignored it. Then I turned around to go
> get the
> ball and what I saw made me very scared by the way
> it was 9 at night it was a man with a nice blue
> suit on
> made of what seemed to be wool and he just was
> staring right in my eyes and I felt that he was
> trying to
> tell me something.
>
> He had an orange shimmer around him which freaked
> me out. After that I was determined to leave so we
> left
> the next day my friend and I did research on our
> houses since they were built in 1933 and discover
> that
> where we live some war soldiers (from multiple
> wars) used this ground for hiding and other
> reasons. We
> continue to look for research and we are going
> back to the location we saw the man at to do more
> research
> and learn more about him we are going late tonight
> and we are excited!
We stayed at Wainwright hall at Fort Myer this past weekend. My daughter woke up in the middle of the night and saw a man dressed in black standing
over the bed with his hands on his hips just watching her. He had dark hair and a thick mustache. The previous night when I left the officers club to
go back to the quarters to get some medicine for my wife, I was leaving Wainwright hall and heard a voice. I turned and saw a Civil War soldier standing
there between the building and a tree.
I just kept walking and later realized that there wasn't any reenacting going on, especially at night. I'm convinced both my daughter and I saw a
real ghost.
-------------------------------------------------------
> My friend and I were outside of our houses at one
> of the two basketball courts near one of the
> barracks
> at Fort Myer & we kept hearing weird things and
> both of us ignored it. Then I turned around to go
> get the
> ball and what I saw made me very scared by the way
> it was 9 at night it was a man with a nice blue
> suit on
> made of what seemed to be wool and he just was
> staring right in my eyes and I felt that he was
> trying to
> tell me something.
>
> He had an orange shimmer around him which freaked
> me out. After that I was determined to leave so we
> left
> the next day my friend and I did research on our
> houses since they were built in 1933 and discover
> that
> where we live some war soldiers (from multiple
> wars) used this ground for hiding and other
> reasons. We
> continue to look for research and we are going
> back to the location we saw the man at to do more
> research
> and learn more about him we are going late tonight
> and we are excited!
We stayed at Wainwright hall at Fort Myer this past weekend. My daughter woke up in the middle of the night and saw a man dressed in black standing
over the bed with his hands on his hips just watching her. He had dark hair and a thick mustache. The previous night when I left the officers club to
go back to the quarters to get some medicine for my wife, I was leaving Wainwright hall and heard a voice. I turned and saw a Civil War soldier standing
there between the building and a tree.
I just kept walking and later realized that there wasn't any reenacting going on, especially at night. I'm convinced both my daughter and I saw a
real ghost.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
harley
()
Date: July 21, 2013 03:44PM
I live in downtown Lynchburg in the White Rock section and we bought our home last year. Of course our home is a fixer-upper and when we started remodeling things started happening. My two-year-old's bedroom was in my current office till I got his room painted and while in my office he would tell me that Grandpa came to see him last night, asking him where did grandpa go he would point to the closet and say there.
Other things have happened in our home, we can walk into the office and step into a strong perfume scent that you can tell an older woman would wear. We have heard footsteps up and down our hallway at night. I've had my husband come out of the bathroom mad at me because he said I was banging on the door and wouldn't answer him when he asked me what!
I had to explain to my husband that it wasn't me and that I had been sitting on the sofa the whole time. Also had tons of things happen in the kids room. After getting it remodeled and getting my boys moved in it there is a metal baby gate at the door, I've heard the gate rattle like someone didn't see it and ran into it. Thinking that it's my oldest climbing it I've told him to go
to bed and a few minutes later I'll hear him scream and cry out in the night. Go to see what's wrong and he's ok.
On the same night I heard the gate rattle again, again I tell my son to go to bed and a few minutes later he screams out again. As I go check on him this time one of his toys went off and said goodbye. Now this toy hasn't worked in months because the batteries are dead. I've also had other random toys of theirs go off.
Had my oldest son tell me grandma or grandpa comes to play with him. So yes we do have a ghost or two, they don't really bother us, we see them as family and they tend to enjoy playing with our boys. I have had to ask them to come back and play with them during the day and not late at night because the boys sleep at night and the ghost seems to understand and they don't bother the boys at night that often. I enjoy them here and I'll randomly talk to them when no one is here and I feel that my ghost are.
Other things have happened in our home, we can walk into the office and step into a strong perfume scent that you can tell an older woman would wear. We have heard footsteps up and down our hallway at night. I've had my husband come out of the bathroom mad at me because he said I was banging on the door and wouldn't answer him when he asked me what!
I had to explain to my husband that it wasn't me and that I had been sitting on the sofa the whole time. Also had tons of things happen in the kids room. After getting it remodeled and getting my boys moved in it there is a metal baby gate at the door, I've heard the gate rattle like someone didn't see it and ran into it. Thinking that it's my oldest climbing it I've told him to go
to bed and a few minutes later I'll hear him scream and cry out in the night. Go to see what's wrong and he's ok.
On the same night I heard the gate rattle again, again I tell my son to go to bed and a few minutes later he screams out again. As I go check on him this time one of his toys went off and said goodbye. Now this toy hasn't worked in months because the batteries are dead. I've also had other random toys of theirs go off.
Had my oldest son tell me grandma or grandpa comes to play with him. So yes we do have a ghost or two, they don't really bother us, we see them as family and they tend to enjoy playing with our boys. I have had to ask them to come back and play with them during the day and not late at night because the boys sleep at night and the ghost seems to understand and they don't bother the boys at night that often. I enjoy them here and I'll randomly talk to them when no one is here and I feel that my ghost are.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Sungjin
()
Date: July 22, 2013 07:25AM
when i worked in Singapore,in our ICU that particular room was really famous for that kinda stuff. so one day we had this old lady who was really sick for CHF and she was barely able to move her hand and stuff was put in that room. we thought she would be gone anytime soon. all in sudden the next morning she woke up and went out of control. the nurses on day shift gotta put her on full body restraints cos she tried to bite and attack nurses. After taking over shift that night, i tried to do assessment on her as she looked calm and sleepy. while I was assessing the NGT placement, her eyes suddently opened with that green evil look and said she's gonna eat me up and tried to bite me with her mouth wide open. the way she talked to me was like those ppl who were in chinese opera kind of tone. (she spoke chinese) i was so scared and ran out of the room. that very same night she passed away. the very coincident thing was that i had fever the next morning and came down with severe abd pain. i ended up going for the emergency op for my severely bleeding ovarian cyst on that night.. thank godness was able to be discharged within a week... I didnt believe those nurses' ghost stories before. after this incident, i was like 'hell yeah, they exist'.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
trmr
()
Date: July 22, 2013 07:33AM
This one happened to me at home not long ago.....i was in that dreamy almost awake state of mind early in the morning and heard a woman whisper "tey tey". It sounded like jibberish and I paid no attention to it, thought i was dreaming. But when i was all the way awake, curiosity got the best of me and i googled the phrase "tey tey". And GUESS WHAT???? It is a hebrew biblical word which means "come with me" AAAGGGHHHHHHH!!!! I am glad I did not go! and i have tons more stories....all true.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
pashark
()
Date: July 22, 2013 07:38AM
When I was a teenager, I spent the night at a friends house. It started off as a typical night until his little sister came up and kicked me. I asked her why and she told me her "invisible friend" Jullian told her to do it. My friend just shrugged and said she has been blaming her imaginary friend for everything. Her weird behavior continued for a while until she picked up a bible that was on the coffee table. She screamed and started to cry dropped the bible and said,"Julian is mad at me now and won't play with me anymore." As soon as she finished saying that, every light in house went off at once. I did not stick around to see what happend next. (I never went back to his house either)
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Morgans
()
Date: July 22, 2013 07:44AM
I grew up in my grandmothers 150 year old house. I've had experiences with spirits there since I was a very young
child. I still have them to this day. My first encounter happened when my granny went to the store and she asked me
to stay behind and vacuum the dining room. I locked the doors after she left like she told me too, so nobody else
was in the house. While I was cleaning the floors I heard very loud footsteps coming down the stairs. Me being a
scared kid I hid under the dining room table with the phone and called my parents to come get me. I later found
out that a man who formerly lived there was shot in the street outside, laid on the dining room table and died.
I've had too many experiences there to count. I was laying in bed one night and awoke to a woman in a maids outfit
tucking the covers around me. That was not that bad, did not seem like an angry spirit or anything.
But there is one there I hate to see. And it's the one I see most often. It's a woman in an older fashioned dress,
I am guessing early 19th century. She has a rope around her neck and is hanging from the staircase banister. I hate
to see her. She gives me a horrible feeling of dread. I would not say I am a medium or anything like that. But for
some reason it seems spirits may be drawn to me. And of all the things I've seen none of them give me the feeling
she does. I walked to the banister where the rope was tied curious the first time I've seen her. There was what
looked like a rope ''burn'' or indent in the wood. I know that's not really proof. But my aunt has seen her too.
So I know it's not just me. And that I am not just seeing things.
child. I still have them to this day. My first encounter happened when my granny went to the store and she asked me
to stay behind and vacuum the dining room. I locked the doors after she left like she told me too, so nobody else
was in the house. While I was cleaning the floors I heard very loud footsteps coming down the stairs. Me being a
scared kid I hid under the dining room table with the phone and called my parents to come get me. I later found
out that a man who formerly lived there was shot in the street outside, laid on the dining room table and died.
I've had too many experiences there to count. I was laying in bed one night and awoke to a woman in a maids outfit
tucking the covers around me. That was not that bad, did not seem like an angry spirit or anything.
But there is one there I hate to see. And it's the one I see most often. It's a woman in an older fashioned dress,
I am guessing early 19th century. She has a rope around her neck and is hanging from the staircase banister. I hate
to see her. She gives me a horrible feeling of dread. I would not say I am a medium or anything like that. But for
some reason it seems spirits may be drawn to me. And of all the things I've seen none of them give me the feeling
she does. I walked to the banister where the rope was tied curious the first time I've seen her. There was what
looked like a rope ''burn'' or indent in the wood. I know that's not really proof. But my aunt has seen her too.
So I know it's not just me. And that I am not just seeing things.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
imintrouble
()
Date: July 22, 2013 08:41AM
I was working as a private duty nurse overnight, for a vent dependent child. The house was an old remodeled farmhouse. Mom and Dad slept upstairs. One night I heard a woman humming. The sound was coming from the ceiling in the room where I was sitting. At first I thought it must be Mom upstairs, but ordinarily I could hear nothing from upstairs. No TV, no coversation. The humming eventually stopped. I wasnt' afraid at that time, but I don't think it came from upstairs. Also, night in this house was extremely uncomfortable. All the lights out. Whenever I had to walk into the main part of the house I felt like there was someone watching me. I dreaded it. The client always wanted his door closed, and his face covered. I always wondered what he didn't want to see, or what he didn't want to see him. I asked the day nurse if she'd heard any other night nurses report haunting activity. She scoffed at me, so I never mentioned it again.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
markj7
()
Date: July 22, 2013 11:19AM
Being a native Virginian in Civil War country, I have been lucky to have a few encounters and this is my favourite.
It was the fall of 1988; I was driving in the northern part of Fauquier County Virginia approx. 45 minutes outside of Upper vile. I was in a very remote area where the hills rolled gently and there were no homes, barns, fences, riding trails or other motorist. I was really enjoying the scenery when I drove around a curve and there on the left side of the road about half a mile ahead was a horse with a rider. This is pretty common in Fauquier County but this was a bit different. Again, I was in the middle of nowhere. Once I drove closer to the horse and rider, I noticed what the gentleman was wearing, a full Confederate uniform with sleeve markings indicating a high rank officer. His uniform consisted of the grey in colour pants, jacket, and full belt dressing with sword, a side arm, black hat, riding gloves and riding boots. As I drove past slowly, I waved and he tilted his hat. I will never forget the expression on his face. It was one of confusion and interest.
Being a Civil War enthusiast, I was very surprised and enjoyed the sight. This person and his horse seemed as real as I am. I could not understand why someone would be dressed in this fashion in the middle of nowhere. He appeared to be dirty enough for me to notice from about 20 feet away. His beard looked unkept and his hair was longer than the hat would cover. That's when I decided it must be a ghost. This is the only thing that is logical to me. Once I found a place to make a u-turn, I drove back and there was no trace of the person.
Please give me your opinions and views on this sighting. This occurred in the middle of the week, my day off at the time was Wednesday. Weather was cool and clear.
It was the fall of 1988; I was driving in the northern part of Fauquier County Virginia approx. 45 minutes outside of Upper vile. I was in a very remote area where the hills rolled gently and there were no homes, barns, fences, riding trails or other motorist. I was really enjoying the scenery when I drove around a curve and there on the left side of the road about half a mile ahead was a horse with a rider. This is pretty common in Fauquier County but this was a bit different. Again, I was in the middle of nowhere. Once I drove closer to the horse and rider, I noticed what the gentleman was wearing, a full Confederate uniform with sleeve markings indicating a high rank officer. His uniform consisted of the grey in colour pants, jacket, and full belt dressing with sword, a side arm, black hat, riding gloves and riding boots. As I drove past slowly, I waved and he tilted his hat. I will never forget the expression on his face. It was one of confusion and interest.
Being a Civil War enthusiast, I was very surprised and enjoyed the sight. This person and his horse seemed as real as I am. I could not understand why someone would be dressed in this fashion in the middle of nowhere. He appeared to be dirty enough for me to notice from about 20 feet away. His beard looked unkept and his hair was longer than the hat would cover. That's when I decided it must be a ghost. This is the only thing that is logical to me. Once I found a place to make a u-turn, I drove back and there was no trace of the person.
Please give me your opinions and views on this sighting. This occurred in the middle of the week, my day off at the time was Wednesday. Weather was cool and clear.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
SummerEclipse22
()
Date: July 22, 2013 11:26AM
In my neighbourhood there's an Old Catholic school and it's said to have someone or something unnatural roaming around inside it.
The people around where I live believe more in impish/evil elves then they do in ghost. Many of them say they see a small figure always running around in the school garden, little footprints were even found in the flowerbeds. Of course, everyone says it's elf, but I'm not so sure.
After hearing so many stories I've decided to do some research on the school and I did find an unusual detail. There used to be a house on the land where the school was built but part of it was saved. When the house was torn down the owner didn't want to tear that part of the house down because "it" lived in it.
The school now uses that section as storage and the students claim to hear joyful music, laughing, and dancing coming from inside it. Also things would get lost a wind up in strange places or chairs would be in the hallways and nobody would be inside not even the janitors. At first I thought it was just a bunch of high school students playing a prank, but that wasn't the case.
The high school students were the ones who dared each other to spend a night inside. None of them ever lasted over three hours because they always ran out screaming that they saw and/or heard something terrifying. One or two days later they would have the worst of luck so much so that three of them were in a terrible accident, but got away safely.
I researched again, turns out the school really isn't all that old it's just the old section of the house that goes back before 1918 and there has been no deaths near or inside the building. I was going to go inside myself, but I no longer think that's a good idea.
My classmate Noel had a horrifying experience with whatever that thing is. This is what he told us during school, "I was waiting outside the school when out of the corner of my eye I saw a dark figure, of a very short man with long hair run behind the storage building. Then it was as if I was paralyzed, it was hard to breath like there was some kind of thick odourless smoke around me. My eyesight was blurry and I had an overwhelming feeling that there was something menacing behind me. When the school bell rang it all stopped." He proved he was telling the truth by showing us bruises on his back that looked like they were done by a very strong 4 year old.
Due to all the stories of "it" the storage building has been nicknamed "La Casa del Duende" (the elf's house). I'm not sure what it is, it could be a demon because after Noel's experience and a few others I heard that were similar. Does anyone know what it could be and if it's something to be worried about?
The people around where I live believe more in impish/evil elves then they do in ghost. Many of them say they see a small figure always running around in the school garden, little footprints were even found in the flowerbeds. Of course, everyone says it's elf, but I'm not so sure.
After hearing so many stories I've decided to do some research on the school and I did find an unusual detail. There used to be a house on the land where the school was built but part of it was saved. When the house was torn down the owner didn't want to tear that part of the house down because "it" lived in it.
The school now uses that section as storage and the students claim to hear joyful music, laughing, and dancing coming from inside it. Also things would get lost a wind up in strange places or chairs would be in the hallways and nobody would be inside not even the janitors. At first I thought it was just a bunch of high school students playing a prank, but that wasn't the case.
The high school students were the ones who dared each other to spend a night inside. None of them ever lasted over three hours because they always ran out screaming that they saw and/or heard something terrifying. One or two days later they would have the worst of luck so much so that three of them were in a terrible accident, but got away safely.
I researched again, turns out the school really isn't all that old it's just the old section of the house that goes back before 1918 and there has been no deaths near or inside the building. I was going to go inside myself, but I no longer think that's a good idea.
My classmate Noel had a horrifying experience with whatever that thing is. This is what he told us during school, "I was waiting outside the school when out of the corner of my eye I saw a dark figure, of a very short man with long hair run behind the storage building. Then it was as if I was paralyzed, it was hard to breath like there was some kind of thick odourless smoke around me. My eyesight was blurry and I had an overwhelming feeling that there was something menacing behind me. When the school bell rang it all stopped." He proved he was telling the truth by showing us bruises on his back that looked like they were done by a very strong 4 year old.
Due to all the stories of "it" the storage building has been nicknamed "La Casa del Duende" (the elf's house). I'm not sure what it is, it could be a demon because after Noel's experience and a few others I heard that were similar. Does anyone know what it could be and if it's something to be worried about?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Eclectic Electric
()
Date: July 22, 2013 01:24PM
These are all VERY haunted:
Lorton Prison
Lorton Children's Ward
Henryton
Glenn Dale
Ren Fair down in Stafford
Grounds of the former DC Village Hospital
Saint Elizabeths' East Campus
Lorton Prison
Lorton Children's Ward
Henryton
Glenn Dale
Ren Fair down in Stafford
Grounds of the former DC Village Hospital
Saint Elizabeths' East Campus
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
DirtyBlackSocks
()
Date: July 22, 2013 01:41PM
Only ghost experience I've ever had was when I was a kid, and it scared the crap out of me.
Sitting in the bath tub at about 8 years old, and a bunch of slashes start going through the bubbles around me - like some one was slicing through the bubbles with their hands, karate chopping if you will - get out of the bath tub screaming. Run into my parents room, but they weren't in there. See a shadow outside the door moving by like some one was running down the hallway.
Found out a long time later when I was 18 that some one had murdered their kid in the houses bath tub. Still creeps me out, and I don't know how else to explain what happened.
Used to think I was feeling hands crawling up my legs when I'd sleep in bed at that place too, hear things whispering my name from under the bed. That could all be chalked up to an over active imagination - but thin air physically moving the water around that I'm in convinced me there are some angry ghosts out there.
Sitting in the bath tub at about 8 years old, and a bunch of slashes start going through the bubbles around me - like some one was slicing through the bubbles with their hands, karate chopping if you will - get out of the bath tub screaming. Run into my parents room, but they weren't in there. See a shadow outside the door moving by like some one was running down the hallway.
Found out a long time later when I was 18 that some one had murdered their kid in the houses bath tub. Still creeps me out, and I don't know how else to explain what happened.
Used to think I was feeling hands crawling up my legs when I'd sleep in bed at that place too, hear things whispering my name from under the bed. That could all be chalked up to an over active imagination - but thin air physically moving the water around that I'm in convinced me there are some angry ghosts out there.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
prb65
()
Date: July 22, 2013 01:48PM
1. I am not a nurse but my experience is hospital related. In the summer of 2001 I was going to the hospital to get all pre-op info for my hystorectomy. While at Anethesialogosts on the first floor (Near the ER and ER operating room) of the hospital I was waiting for the nurse to finish up the paperwork she was addressing. While sitting at the desk, I saw a woman in the hall walk into the womens bathroom. I needed to go and thought wow this will be fast, I can go now instead of waiting , so I excused myself. I never took my eyes off the bathroom door. I walked in fully expecting one of the stalls to be occupied or someone washing and there was no one in the bathroom. Whomever went in there just before me just vanished. I looked under the stalls and opened the stall doors... Nothing!
2. Perhaps my mind was playing ticks. I don't know. I have however had another event I know was unexplainable as I had a witness. I was 12 yrs old and we had just moved into our new home my parents had just built. My brother was old enough to work but did not have a drivers license yet. My sister age 9 at the time who was at home with just me while my parents left to get my brother from work. We were getting ready for bed. Her room was right next to mine and our brothers room was right across the hall from my room. As I was preparing for bed I was brsuhing my hair in front of my dresser mirror and was looking deep into my own eyes (the pupils) I was trying to envision what I would like being an old lady someday by just focusing on my eye and letting the rest of my face come out of focus. Thats when I heard a womans sobbing coming from outside my door. I called out to my sister but there was no answer and the sobbing stopped. I opened my door there was no one there. I walked over and knocked on her door and I asked her why she was crying. She opened her door and told me she was not crying. Just before she closed her door we both heard squeeking coming from my brothers room. I turned on the hall light to see and we both stood there aghast at what we saw. The corner of my brothers bed was bouncing, box springs and all and with each depression you could hear the springs squeeking. It was fast and furious. We both ran into my room and huddled on the bed until my parent came home. We have no pets, we were the only ones home and there is no explaination for the chain of events that happened. I slept with my light on for a VERY long time.
3.We stayed at a haunted bed and breakfast at Gettyburg. We had the whole down stairs to ourselves. Everyone was alseep and I ventured about in the house trying to catch EVPs, I then focused on my eyes in the a mirror and tried to see if perhaps this could trigger an event since I belive that might have triggeredwhat happened in my childhood. It turned out to be non eventful and I gave up and crawled into bed next to hubby who was sound asleep. Before I was able to drift of to sleep, right next to hubbys head around the night stand area inches from his head I heard a clanging of a chain against some other object. Sounded like a small pull chain like ones on a lamp, and it sounded like it was claging against the lamp. My husband is a sound sleeper and even this woke him up. As soon as he asked "what is that" we heard the chain hit the floor. We turned on the light and saw the lamp had no chain on it and never did because it is a switch lamp. We looked all over for anything that would have caused this ( under the bed, behind and under the night stand, all over the room. we found Nothing. When I retuened hom I listened to the EVP's not expecting to hear anything and biy were we in for a suprise! We hard loud healed boot stomping as if pacing back and forth and constant repition of GET OUT. Get out... stomp stomp stomp.. GET OOOUUUT! sometimes it was closer to the recorder other times it would stomp off and sound distant. Just kept repeating "get out" with one so loud that I thought the speakers were going to burst, also occasional bangs and what sounded like furniture banging and sliding.
2. Perhaps my mind was playing ticks. I don't know. I have however had another event I know was unexplainable as I had a witness. I was 12 yrs old and we had just moved into our new home my parents had just built. My brother was old enough to work but did not have a drivers license yet. My sister age 9 at the time who was at home with just me while my parents left to get my brother from work. We were getting ready for bed. Her room was right next to mine and our brothers room was right across the hall from my room. As I was preparing for bed I was brsuhing my hair in front of my dresser mirror and was looking deep into my own eyes (the pupils) I was trying to envision what I would like being an old lady someday by just focusing on my eye and letting the rest of my face come out of focus. Thats when I heard a womans sobbing coming from outside my door. I called out to my sister but there was no answer and the sobbing stopped. I opened my door there was no one there. I walked over and knocked on her door and I asked her why she was crying. She opened her door and told me she was not crying. Just before she closed her door we both heard squeeking coming from my brothers room. I turned on the hall light to see and we both stood there aghast at what we saw. The corner of my brothers bed was bouncing, box springs and all and with each depression you could hear the springs squeeking. It was fast and furious. We both ran into my room and huddled on the bed until my parent came home. We have no pets, we were the only ones home and there is no explaination for the chain of events that happened. I slept with my light on for a VERY long time.
3.We stayed at a haunted bed and breakfast at Gettyburg. We had the whole down stairs to ourselves. Everyone was alseep and I ventured about in the house trying to catch EVPs, I then focused on my eyes in the a mirror and tried to see if perhaps this could trigger an event since I belive that might have triggeredwhat happened in my childhood. It turned out to be non eventful and I gave up and crawled into bed next to hubby who was sound asleep. Before I was able to drift of to sleep, right next to hubbys head around the night stand area inches from his head I heard a clanging of a chain against some other object. Sounded like a small pull chain like ones on a lamp, and it sounded like it was claging against the lamp. My husband is a sound sleeper and even this woke him up. As soon as he asked "what is that" we heard the chain hit the floor. We turned on the light and saw the lamp had no chain on it and never did because it is a switch lamp. We looked all over for anything that would have caused this ( under the bed, behind and under the night stand, all over the room. we found Nothing. When I retuened hom I listened to the EVP's not expecting to hear anything and biy were we in for a suprise! We hard loud healed boot stomping as if pacing back and forth and constant repition of GET OUT. Get out... stomp stomp stomp.. GET OOOUUUT! sometimes it was closer to the recorder other times it would stomp off and sound distant. Just kept repeating "get out" with one so loud that I thought the speakers were going to burst, also occasional bangs and what sounded like furniture banging and sliding.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
prb65
()
Date: July 22, 2013 01:51PM
I have the EVP on my PC and have uploaded it if you want to listen. I will warn you TURN YOUR SPEAKERS TO LOW it is VERY loud.
This recording is from my stay as mentioned in the post above at a haunted B&B. This is the one I said was VERY LOUD. It sounds to me like "GET OUT.. NOW" in a very angered male voice. I have other EVP's from this recording session that I will post a link to it if I can remember where I saved the others on myPC. This recording was at night and the house was quiet.
Link to EVP http://www.ebaumsworld.com/audio/play/80924324/
This recording is from my stay as mentioned in the post above at a haunted B&B. This is the one I said was VERY LOUD. It sounds to me like "GET OUT.. NOW" in a very angered male voice. I have other EVP's from this recording session that I will post a link to it if I can remember where I saved the others on myPC. This recording was at night and the house was quiet.
Link to EVP http://www.ebaumsworld.com/audio/play/80924324/
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
tokmom
()
Date: July 22, 2013 02:03PM
Not a Fairfax County ghost story, but one that happened to my non believing son. He, at the time, was living in a dorm called Kamola on a college campus in Eastern WA. I guess there is a ghost there called Lola.
Lola was a young woman that lost her fiance to the war back around the turn of the century. She went to the attic of Kamola and hung herself.
My son scoffed at the stories and for months never heard a thing. Then one day he had a friend come dashing into his room, telling him to come quick. He raced to her room to hear this horrible scraping noise. They both lived on the third floor and Lola killed herself on the 4th. The noise was coming from above. An entire floor that had not been used in over 30 years.
Another time, shortly there after, my son went to take a shower. He always left is door unlocked to his dorm room. Many times, he'd go back and find it locked. He had to hunt down the RA to open up the door for him until he got smart and just took his keys with him.
The last straw for him, was a window that normally stuck and you had to use both hands to push it down. He was on the phone to me, when suddenly I heard, "OMG!" and then banging and crashing. I asked him what had happened. He said he was sitting there talking to me, when he saw his window slam shut. He jumped from his desk, knocking his junk aside and finished the conversation outside. He moved out 2 weeks later and never went back.
I used to tease him and when I'd visit, I'd sing the Barry Manilow song that had the lyrics, "Lola, she was a showgirl" but replace it with "Lola, she was from Kamola". I'd do it while walking down the dorm hallway. I never made her mad enough to come out.
Anyway, they closed the top floor of Kamola back in the 60's. They had way to many people hear crying and chairs scraping. The dorm is overflowing, but they won't open up that top floor to remodel it. It will remain sealed.
Lola was a young woman that lost her fiance to the war back around the turn of the century. She went to the attic of Kamola and hung herself.
My son scoffed at the stories and for months never heard a thing. Then one day he had a friend come dashing into his room, telling him to come quick. He raced to her room to hear this horrible scraping noise. They both lived on the third floor and Lola killed herself on the 4th. The noise was coming from above. An entire floor that had not been used in over 30 years.
Another time, shortly there after, my son went to take a shower. He always left is door unlocked to his dorm room. Many times, he'd go back and find it locked. He had to hunt down the RA to open up the door for him until he got smart and just took his keys with him.
The last straw for him, was a window that normally stuck and you had to use both hands to push it down. He was on the phone to me, when suddenly I heard, "OMG!" and then banging and crashing. I asked him what had happened. He said he was sitting there talking to me, when he saw his window slam shut. He jumped from his desk, knocking his junk aside and finished the conversation outside. He moved out 2 weeks later and never went back.
I used to tease him and when I'd visit, I'd sing the Barry Manilow song that had the lyrics, "Lola, she was a showgirl" but replace it with "Lola, she was from Kamola". I'd do it while walking down the dorm hallway. I never made her mad enough to come out.
Anyway, they closed the top floor of Kamola back in the 60's. They had way to many people hear crying and chairs scraping. The dorm is overflowing, but they won't open up that top floor to remodel it. It will remain sealed.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
caeRn
()
Date: July 22, 2013 02:10PM
i worked in ICU straight out of grad school. I had a patient who was dying and was all alone.
The family was there early in my shift. (7p-7a) We informed them he wasnt going to make it through
the night. They left anyway and told us NOT to call through the night. They said they will call in
the morning to see if he passed. They also told us they didnt need to see the body just send it along
with his belongings to the funeral home. I thought to myself, "you have got to be kidding me! how can
you leave your loved one. i felt sick for the patient." anyways long story short he was a DNR went
into lethal rhythm brady down and passed. Once i saw the monitor I did not want him to be alone in
his last moments. I asked the charge nurse to come in with me. We held his hand as he passed away.
I was very emotional for me being i was new at this. We completed postmortom care and as you all know
there are 3 tags. one goes on the toe and one goes on the outside of the bag after it is locked and
the other goes with the belongings. We filled all 3 tags out. I personally put tag on his toe. had
my charge double check it. We closed the bag double checking the tag was still on the toe. Once the
bag is closed the tag ties through the zipper so it can not be opened with out taking tag off. The
other tag was on the outside of personal belonging bag tied tightly. The supervisor came to get the
body and took it to the morge. Shortly after she left house keeping came in to clean the room. They
brought me out a tag filled out with his info on it. I looked at the charge nurse she said oh it must
have fallen of the bag. She called the supervisor and the bag tag along with the personal item tag was
intact. It was very freaky because I filled the tags out there were 3. I put toe tag on it was secure
and double checked prior to zipping the bag. The other 2 tags were in morgue. Where did this tag come
from? How did it get off the toe and out of the bag????
it was a cold chilloment for me.....
The family was there early in my shift. (7p-7a) We informed them he wasnt going to make it through
the night. They left anyway and told us NOT to call through the night. They said they will call in
the morning to see if he passed. They also told us they didnt need to see the body just send it along
with his belongings to the funeral home. I thought to myself, "you have got to be kidding me! how can
you leave your loved one. i felt sick for the patient." anyways long story short he was a DNR went
into lethal rhythm brady down and passed. Once i saw the monitor I did not want him to be alone in
his last moments. I asked the charge nurse to come in with me. We held his hand as he passed away.
I was very emotional for me being i was new at this. We completed postmortom care and as you all know
there are 3 tags. one goes on the toe and one goes on the outside of the bag after it is locked and
the other goes with the belongings. We filled all 3 tags out. I personally put tag on his toe. had
my charge double check it. We closed the bag double checking the tag was still on the toe. Once the
bag is closed the tag ties through the zipper so it can not be opened with out taking tag off. The
other tag was on the outside of personal belonging bag tied tightly. The supervisor came to get the
body and took it to the morge. Shortly after she left house keeping came in to clean the room. They
brought me out a tag filled out with his info on it. I looked at the charge nurse she said oh it must
have fallen of the bag. She called the supervisor and the bag tag along with the personal item tag was
intact. It was very freaky because I filled the tags out there were 3. I put toe tag on it was secure
and double checked prior to zipping the bag. The other 2 tags were in morgue. Where did this tag come
from? How did it get off the toe and out of the bag????
it was a cold chilloment for me.....
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
carolmaccas66
()
Date: July 22, 2013 02:30PM
imintrouble Wrote:
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> I was working as a private duty nurse overnight,
> for a vent dependent child. The house was an old
> remodeled farmhouse. Mom and Dad slept upstairs.
> One night I heard a woman humming. The sound was
> coming from the ceiling in the room where I was
> sitting. At first I thought it must be Mom
> upstairs, but ordinarily I could hear nothing from
> upstairs. No TV, no coversation. The humming
> eventually stopped. I wasnt' afraid at that time,
> but I don't think it came from upstairs. Also,
> night in this house was extremely uncomfortable.
> All the lights out. Whenever I had to walk into
> the main part of the house I felt like there was
> someone watching me. I dreaded it. The client
> always wanted his door closed, and his face
> covered. I always wondered what he didn't want to
> see, or what he didn't want to see him. I asked
> the day nurse if she'd heard any other night
> nurses report haunting activity. She scoffed at
> me, so I never mentioned it again.
When I was a nursing student I did a clinical placement at Royal Adelaide Hospital (RAH) located in Adelaide, Southern Australia; the largest and oldest teaching hospital in the state. The hospital dates from about 1840 or 1850 I think. Anyway we had handover one evening to the nightshift, and one of the male nurses who had been on a few nights ago told us a story that creeped me out. An elderly man had died not long before night shift was ending, (can't remember the diagnosis), and the doctor came and pronounced him dead. This nurse had been hurrying to get him washed, do the paperwork, etc so the morning staff would not have to do it. Well he did what he could, and was sitting in the nurses' station, head bent down finishing his work, when he felt a sudden presence and cold air. He looked up to the door of the nursing station, and there was this patient, less than a foot away from him, standing there fully dressed, smiling broadly and waving to him. This nurse kind of blinked (he was very tired and trying to stay awake), and the patient was suddenly gone. Of course, he rushed into the room the patient was in and there was the dead man, still laid out and very much dead. When he told us all, everyone was silent and I said it sounded like the patient came in to say goodbye and thank you for the care he had been given. The nurse said the dead man just looked happy and like he was ready to go when he was waving goodbye. So it's kind of a nice story, I like to think, instead of a ghost story.
The next story happened during the day at RAH. I used to work with the head Burns Surgeon there. Well I was all alone in my office (no-one else was in the department), and I heard the door open. I could not see the departmental door from my office door, so had to actually pull the chair over to see who would be walking by. It was the head of the burns unit, and I needed to ask him something fairly urgently re the OR/theatre list. I asked if he was free and he was always willing to talk, and joke around. Well today he just walked on by and kind of grunted, so I decided to leave it till later when he had finished in the OR (I knew that day he was in the OR all day). I thought he had finished or was on a break as he had on casual clothes. These clothes consisted of faded blue jeans, and a yellow/orange/red tie-dye t-shirt. Anyway he went into the back room & I continued working in my office. A bit later, I went in there cos I really had to get this OR/theatre list sent off for the next week. I said I really need to talk to you but he kind of just grunted again, working on the computer so I said will you come see me later and he said 'yeah'. I remember thinking he must be really busy today.
Well, a bit later I went back into the room and he was gone. This puzzled me because to get out the main door, he needed to go by me, but there was an emergency kind of 'old' door at the back of the department which was rarely used, and it didn't lead down to the OR. But I was so busy I didn't dwell on it.
Later in the afternoon, the burns surgeon came in in his green scrubs, obviously from the OR. I said did you go back down to the OR. He was puzzled and said what are you talking about? I relayed how I had seen him in the department, in casual clothes (described them), and had seen him in the other office on the computer. He looked at me strangely and replied: 'Carol, I have not been out of the OR since early this morning'. He was a real joker and I said stop mucking about etc, but he was serious. Later, one of the registrars, who had been with him in the OR, told me he was telling the truth. The burns surgeon could not explain the clothes either; he didn't own a t-shirt like that at all. And he had been so close to me in the other office, I could have touched him; he had looked as real as my own hand.
Explain that one! My gf said it maybe was an out of body experience??
At Royal Perth Hospital (in WA), my very first job there was in the old, original building. Firstly, it was ALWAYS cold in that building. We used to complain about it constantly. Heaters didn't ever seem to banish that cold - it would get into your bones. Everything seemed to be icy to the touch (even on a 40oC+ day, I remember getting chills). I wasn't working as a nurse then, but I did stay back sometimes to finish work so I wouldn't have to do it the next day. It was always SO dark in those rooms and going to the old loos at the back of the building used to creep me out. There used to be creeks out in the hallways, and when I went out to check, no-one was ever there (everyone else would have gone home). I stopped staying back after a while, & ensured I wasn't ever the last one out of the building.
I was also told that some of the old nurses (who trained there and became nurse managers), talked of an old fashioned, grey figured nurse (with the cap, apron & billowing gown) that used to be seen doing the rounds of the wards in the hospital - she was seen during the day and at night. Someone did a bit of digging into the hospital history, and there was a long-dead matron who used to do the rounds of every ward before she started work, and when she finished. What a dedicated nurse she must have been!
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> I was working as a private duty nurse overnight,
> for a vent dependent child. The house was an old
> remodeled farmhouse. Mom and Dad slept upstairs.
> One night I heard a woman humming. The sound was
> coming from the ceiling in the room where I was
> sitting. At first I thought it must be Mom
> upstairs, but ordinarily I could hear nothing from
> upstairs. No TV, no coversation. The humming
> eventually stopped. I wasnt' afraid at that time,
> but I don't think it came from upstairs. Also,
> night in this house was extremely uncomfortable.
> All the lights out. Whenever I had to walk into
> the main part of the house I felt like there was
> someone watching me. I dreaded it. The client
> always wanted his door closed, and his face
> covered. I always wondered what he didn't want to
> see, or what he didn't want to see him. I asked
> the day nurse if she'd heard any other night
> nurses report haunting activity. She scoffed at
> me, so I never mentioned it again.
When I was a nursing student I did a clinical placement at Royal Adelaide Hospital (RAH) located in Adelaide, Southern Australia; the largest and oldest teaching hospital in the state. The hospital dates from about 1840 or 1850 I think. Anyway we had handover one evening to the nightshift, and one of the male nurses who had been on a few nights ago told us a story that creeped me out. An elderly man had died not long before night shift was ending, (can't remember the diagnosis), and the doctor came and pronounced him dead. This nurse had been hurrying to get him washed, do the paperwork, etc so the morning staff would not have to do it. Well he did what he could, and was sitting in the nurses' station, head bent down finishing his work, when he felt a sudden presence and cold air. He looked up to the door of the nursing station, and there was this patient, less than a foot away from him, standing there fully dressed, smiling broadly and waving to him. This nurse kind of blinked (he was very tired and trying to stay awake), and the patient was suddenly gone. Of course, he rushed into the room the patient was in and there was the dead man, still laid out and very much dead. When he told us all, everyone was silent and I said it sounded like the patient came in to say goodbye and thank you for the care he had been given. The nurse said the dead man just looked happy and like he was ready to go when he was waving goodbye. So it's kind of a nice story, I like to think, instead of a ghost story.
The next story happened during the day at RAH. I used to work with the head Burns Surgeon there. Well I was all alone in my office (no-one else was in the department), and I heard the door open. I could not see the departmental door from my office door, so had to actually pull the chair over to see who would be walking by. It was the head of the burns unit, and I needed to ask him something fairly urgently re the OR/theatre list. I asked if he was free and he was always willing to talk, and joke around. Well today he just walked on by and kind of grunted, so I decided to leave it till later when he had finished in the OR (I knew that day he was in the OR all day). I thought he had finished or was on a break as he had on casual clothes. These clothes consisted of faded blue jeans, and a yellow/orange/red tie-dye t-shirt. Anyway he went into the back room & I continued working in my office. A bit later, I went in there cos I really had to get this OR/theatre list sent off for the next week. I said I really need to talk to you but he kind of just grunted again, working on the computer so I said will you come see me later and he said 'yeah'. I remember thinking he must be really busy today.
Well, a bit later I went back into the room and he was gone. This puzzled me because to get out the main door, he needed to go by me, but there was an emergency kind of 'old' door at the back of the department which was rarely used, and it didn't lead down to the OR. But I was so busy I didn't dwell on it.
Later in the afternoon, the burns surgeon came in in his green scrubs, obviously from the OR. I said did you go back down to the OR. He was puzzled and said what are you talking about? I relayed how I had seen him in the department, in casual clothes (described them), and had seen him in the other office on the computer. He looked at me strangely and replied: 'Carol, I have not been out of the OR since early this morning'. He was a real joker and I said stop mucking about etc, but he was serious. Later, one of the registrars, who had been with him in the OR, told me he was telling the truth. The burns surgeon could not explain the clothes either; he didn't own a t-shirt like that at all. And he had been so close to me in the other office, I could have touched him; he had looked as real as my own hand.
Explain that one! My gf said it maybe was an out of body experience??
At Royal Perth Hospital (in WA), my very first job there was in the old, original building. Firstly, it was ALWAYS cold in that building. We used to complain about it constantly. Heaters didn't ever seem to banish that cold - it would get into your bones. Everything seemed to be icy to the touch (even on a 40oC+ day, I remember getting chills). I wasn't working as a nurse then, but I did stay back sometimes to finish work so I wouldn't have to do it the next day. It was always SO dark in those rooms and going to the old loos at the back of the building used to creep me out. There used to be creeks out in the hallways, and when I went out to check, no-one was ever there (everyone else would have gone home). I stopped staying back after a while, & ensured I wasn't ever the last one out of the building.
I was also told that some of the old nurses (who trained there and became nurse managers), talked of an old fashioned, grey figured nurse (with the cap, apron & billowing gown) that used to be seen doing the rounds of the wards in the hospital - she was seen during the day and at night. Someone did a bit of digging into the hospital history, and there was a long-dead matron who used to do the rounds of every ward before she started work, and when she finished. What a dedicated nurse she must have been!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
carolmaccas66
()
Date: July 22, 2013 02:35PM
My Mum told me this story many years ago......
My grandma used to be a nurse way back in the olden days. She is dead now, & I don't think they ever had formal training then.
Well she used to live & work in an old miner's home (as in mining coal) when she was 15. Nobody really stayed at school in those days - at 14 years old or so you were sent out to work. She had done all her work for the day and was on her bed reading or whatever. Well this miner's home was really, really old & used to be an old mansion or something with a lot of history. Anyway my grandma felt a really cold wind all of a sudden & looked up at her sparsely furnished room, & got the biggest shock of her life. There was an old dressing table in the room, and this spirit/ghost in very old fashioned dress (like a ballgown) drifted through the stone wall, sat down at the dressing table, & started brushing her hair (my grandma couldn't remember if the brush was one the ghost had or the one on the table). Anyway my grandma just stared at this lady, who dreamily gazed in the mirror brushing her hair. My gran wasn't scared or anything but the room had turned very cold. Well this ghost sat there for a few minutes, finished brushing her hair, looked at my gran, smiled and drifted out through the wall. My gran said she could see THROUGH this ghost, & she was never scared. She never told anyone, feeling that it was something private. She ended up moving on, changing jobs, getting married etc but never forgot this experience, because she just felt calm.
She had many ghost stories she told my Mum. I often wish she was still alive so I could get more!
My grandma used to be a nurse way back in the olden days. She is dead now, & I don't think they ever had formal training then.
Well she used to live & work in an old miner's home (as in mining coal) when she was 15. Nobody really stayed at school in those days - at 14 years old or so you were sent out to work. She had done all her work for the day and was on her bed reading or whatever. Well this miner's home was really, really old & used to be an old mansion or something with a lot of history. Anyway my grandma felt a really cold wind all of a sudden & looked up at her sparsely furnished room, & got the biggest shock of her life. There was an old dressing table in the room, and this spirit/ghost in very old fashioned dress (like a ballgown) drifted through the stone wall, sat down at the dressing table, & started brushing her hair (my grandma couldn't remember if the brush was one the ghost had or the one on the table). Anyway my grandma just stared at this lady, who dreamily gazed in the mirror brushing her hair. My gran wasn't scared or anything but the room had turned very cold. Well this ghost sat there for a few minutes, finished brushing her hair, looked at my gran, smiled and drifted out through the wall. My gran said she could see THROUGH this ghost, & she was never scared. She never told anyone, feeling that it was something private. She ended up moving on, changing jobs, getting married etc but never forgot this experience, because she just felt calm.
She had many ghost stories she told my Mum. I often wish she was still alive so I could get more!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Aleonard13
()
Date: July 22, 2013 02:36PM
i used to have a friend that lived in savannah GA and i went down there to help her get ready to move out. the reason she and her 2 other room mates was leaving was because every night the one girl would wake up in the middle of the night screaming and feeling as if someone was choking her. she said it felt like a man and he was a dark figure and he would whisper "die b**** die" in her ear. then the room mates would rush into her room and there would be no one there. one day my friend was alone and in the bathroom and she heard a man whistle in her ear and when she looked around and found no one she heard a man's voice laughing. the last straw was one morning they woke up and on the hall closet door was a child's writing all over the bottom half of the door. in the middle was a drawing of a house which looked like kinda like the house they lived in with an X over one of the rooms and all around the drawing in a spiral was the words "i see i see i see i see i see" and in the middle by the house drawing was a big "YOU" so it said " i see i see i see i see YOU". they tried painting over it and it wouldn't disappear. i saw this with my two own eyes when i was there to help her pack. i almost passed out when i heard the story and saw the drawing.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Dan/Williamsburg 2010
()
Date: July 22, 2013 02:41PM
November 2010,my wife and I were waiting to be seated at one of the taverns. I was warming my hands over the open fire at the edge of the street. Several photos were taken, and the following odd ghostly figure showed up in the background.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
LeiaT
()
Date: July 22, 2013 02:55PM
I have quite a few stores from working on the Med-Surg and Psych units for the past three years. I'll start with the first paranormal experience that I had (at the hospital, at least):
I was newly out of nursing school and just started being charge nurse on med-surg when this incident occured. On our med-surg unit, night shift charge takes the same patient load as all of the other nurses. On the first night of my weekend trio of shifts, I had assigned myself a patient that I'll call Mrs. G. Mrs. G. was a morbidly obese lady with a small bowel obstruction who had refused to have an NG tube placed. No big deal, really, I guess, since she was NPO and not having and n/v at the time. Anyway, I got the creepiest feeling from her that Friday night for some reason. She said something about how she usually talks to her dead mother (which I don't think is strange at all). Like I said, she just gave me an uneasy feeling.
Fast fwd to the next night. For some reason she had changed rooms, so I didn't mind one bit to assign her to another nurse. At one point during the night, she had pressed the call button. I couldn't understand what she said over the intercom, so I walked down to her room to see what she had asked for. She wanted some water, so I went and got her some. When I came back to the room, she told me something that I thought was awfully peculiar. I can remember exactly what she said: "They had a party for me today." I asked, "Who did?" She replies (with a huge smile on her face) "My friends and family. Some I haven't seen in 20 years!" I say "Wow! They must have come from far away!" I know that my eyes got huge when she clarified-- "No! They have been dead for that long! It was the most beautiful party."
It really made me wonder why a 40-something year old seemingly sane woman would say something like this. I got my answer about two hours later when a white-faced co-worked walked out of Mrs. G's room and yelled that we needed to call a code. It was too late for Mrs. G. It looked like she had died at least thirty minutes before we found her. I immediatly understood what she meant by her "party." It must have been a going away party!!
I was newly out of nursing school and just started being charge nurse on med-surg when this incident occured. On our med-surg unit, night shift charge takes the same patient load as all of the other nurses. On the first night of my weekend trio of shifts, I had assigned myself a patient that I'll call Mrs. G. Mrs. G. was a morbidly obese lady with a small bowel obstruction who had refused to have an NG tube placed. No big deal, really, I guess, since she was NPO and not having and n/v at the time. Anyway, I got the creepiest feeling from her that Friday night for some reason. She said something about how she usually talks to her dead mother (which I don't think is strange at all). Like I said, she just gave me an uneasy feeling.
Fast fwd to the next night. For some reason she had changed rooms, so I didn't mind one bit to assign her to another nurse. At one point during the night, she had pressed the call button. I couldn't understand what she said over the intercom, so I walked down to her room to see what she had asked for. She wanted some water, so I went and got her some. When I came back to the room, she told me something that I thought was awfully peculiar. I can remember exactly what she said: "They had a party for me today." I asked, "Who did?" She replies (with a huge smile on her face) "My friends and family. Some I haven't seen in 20 years!" I say "Wow! They must have come from far away!" I know that my eyes got huge when she clarified-- "No! They have been dead for that long! It was the most beautiful party."
It really made me wonder why a 40-something year old seemingly sane woman would say something like this. I got my answer about two hours later when a white-faced co-worked walked out of Mrs. G's room and yelled that we needed to call a code. It was too late for Mrs. G. It looked like she had died at least thirty minutes before we found her. I immediatly understood what she meant by her "party." It must have been a going away party!!
Re: Black Eyed Children Report From Someone Who Let Them In
Posted by:
Black-Eyed Businessman
()
Date: July 22, 2013 03:11PM
Black Eyed Children Report Wrote:
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> The Marine and the BEKs Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Lgarci Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Black Eyed Woman Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > My wife told me this creepy story last
> night.
> > > It
> > > > doesn't take place in VA, but in Oakland CA
> > > where
> > > > her parents live.
> > > > Lately there have been several shootings in
> > the
> > > > area (more than normal) and that funeral
> home
> > > they
> > > > have on international
> > > > drive has been getting alot of business.
> > > >
> > > > A few weeks ago, my Father and
> mother-in-laws
> > > were
> > > > driving through Oakland at around 2am in
> the
> > > > morning. My mother-in-law
> > > > works as a live in hospice nurse and only
> has
> > a
> > > > day or so off. She was coming back at 2am
> > after
> > > > having the evening off. While
> > > > they were driving to her job, they saw a
> > woman
> > > > standing on the corner next to the funeral
> > home
> > > > with a dress on and dressed
> > > > somewhat nicely (sunday best?). They saw
> her
> > at
> > > > the corner while they were stopped at the
> > > > intersection, and noticed that
> > > > the woman smiled at them. They also noticed
> > > that
> > > > her eyes were black. My in-laws were
> > frightened
> > > > and drove away as fast as
> > > > they could. So then my father-in-law drops
> > off
> > > my
> > > > mother-in-law at her work and wonders if
> that
> > > > ghost woman he saw at the
> > > > corner will be there on the way back
> > > > (Unfortunately, he would have to go through
> > > that
> > > > same intersection). On his way back,
> > > > she was still there at the corner, and this
> > > time
> > > > he was stuck at the light there at the
> > > > intersection. She actually waved
> > > > to him and he noticed again she had black
> > eyes.
> > > > Seemed like she was trying to get him to
> come
> > > over
> > > > and pick her up.
> > > > Naturally when the light turned green, he
> > sped
> > > out
> > > > of that intersection to get home.
> > > >
> > > > No one seems to know who she is, but they
> all
> > > seem
> > > > to agree that her funeral was probably
> > through
> > > the
> > > > funeral home there
> > > > on that street. As to why she was on that
> > > street
> > > > between 2am and 3am, I think she was
> looking
> > > for
> > > > "Victims".
> > > >
> > > > I did some research and came across BEK's -
> > > Black
> > > > eyed kids that seemed to match.
> > > >
> > >
> >
> http://mysteriousuniverse.org/tag/black-eyed-kids/
>
> >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > About 4 or 5 years ago I was walking down a
> > bike
> > > path in the back of my house with my step
> > > daughter. when I saw 2 boys leaning against
> > their
> > > bikes up ahead. I didn’t really think much
> > about
> > > it (since it is a bike path) until one of the
> > kids
> > > raised his head up and looked me straight in
> > the
> > > eye. That’s when fear struck me so hard I
> was
> > > stopped dead in my tracks. His eyes were
> black
> > and
> > > hollow, like he didn’t have a sole. It was
> > like
> > > looking at pure evil, at least that’s the
> way
> > I
> > > described it when I recounted the incident
> > later
> > > that evening to my husband and my other
> > daughter.
> > > I immediately led my step daughter off the
> > path,
> > > cut through someones yard and walked out to
> the
> > > street . I didn’t know what I had
> encountered
> > at
> > > the time but now I am quite sure it was the
> > black
> > > eyed children. I don’t know what they are,
> but
> > I
> > > know they are dangerous. It was so weird I
> > thought
> > > that my step daughter would also be aware of
> > what
> > > I perceived to be impending danger , but she
> > was
> > > completely oblivious, even when I led her off
> > the
> > > path and onto the street. I somehow knew I
> had
> > to
> > > get out of there NOW. Surprisingly they
> > appeared
> > > normal in every other aspect ( except for the
> > eyes
> > > of course), and a vague awareness that they
> > > didn’t quite fit into the environment. I
> only
> > > saw the eyes of one of them because the other
> > kid
> > > had his back to me . He looked to be around
> 13
> > or
> > > 14, flannel shirt and jeans, and a swarthy
> > > complection. Now that I have been reading
> about
> > > these encounters it peaks my curiosity but i
> > > wouldn’t want to run into them again .
> >
> >
> > The Marine and the Black-Eyed Kids
> >
> http://paranormal.about.com/od/demonsandexorcism/a
>
> > /marine-black-eyed-kids.htm
> >
> > You'd be hard-pressed to find anyone who is
> > tougher than a U.S. Marine. These soldiers are
> > trained in combat, survival and to face the
> threat
> > of imminent bodily harm or death. But perhaps
> > they're not quite prepared when it comes to
> > encounters with the unknown. Consider this
> report
> > from a Marine, using the name Reaper 3-1, who
> had
> > an unexpected and altogether unnerving
> experience
> > with the mysterious phenomenon of the
> black-eyed
> > people. To make it even more harrowing, these
> > black-eyed entities appeared to be small kids.
> > This is the Marine's story....
> >
> > I'M A MARINE stationed at Camp Lejeune, North
> > Carolina. I live in the infantry barracks off
> of
> > River Road. I recently had a rather strange
> > encounter with a pair of black-eyed kids.
> >
> > I live on the third floor of the barracks that
> > have open walkways on the outside and the rooms
> on
> > the inside. This happened on a weekend back in
> > November, 2009. It was a weekend, so almost
> every
> > Marine was out, either home, drinking or
> sleeping;
> > only a handful were left in the barracks awake.
> > I'd stayed in that weekend because I was broke
> and
> > had no money to go out.
> >
> > I was watching a movie when I heard a knock at
> my
> > door. Figuring it was my roommate who'd lost
> his
> > key again, I went and opened it. Instead of a
> > drunken roommate, I found two little kids
> standing
> > on the walkway - only these kids freaked the
> hell
> > out of me. I don't know what it was about them,
> > but as a Marine we're always told to listen to
> > that little voice in your head, because it just
> > might save your life from an IED (improvised
> > explosive device). Right then that voice was
> > screaming at me to shut the door and lock it.
> >
> > THE PLEA
> >
> > There was also the fact that these kids had
> > absolutely pitch-black eyes. I mean no white or
> > any other color to them whatsoever - just
> black.
> > But I pushed those things aside and asked them
> > what they were doing there so late. They
> responded
> > by saying that it was really cold out and they
> > wanted to come in and read. I was confused as
> > hell, because I've never met a kid that wants
> to
> > read. Also, there was no mention of any parents
> or
> > anything else you'd expect a lost couple of
> kids
> > to say.
> >
> > I couldn't take my eyes of their pitch-black
> eyes;
> > it was like they were sucking me in. I felt
> > horrible and was suddenly frightened for my
> life,
> > like I needed to immediately take cover. They
> just
> > stared at me, with those goddam eyes.
> >
> > I took a quick look up and down the walkway to
> see
> > if any other Marines were out, but there was
> > nobody in site. I turned back to the kids who I
> > noticed had taken a step forward toward me. I
> got
> > the feeling like I was being hunted, like these
> > kids where predators and out for their next
> meal
> > or something. Instinct gave way to reason and I
> > decided to listen to that voice and shut the
> door
> > and locked it.
> >
> > I heard soft constant knocking for the next
> five
> > minutes before I heard my window rattle and
> then
> > nothing. I went down to the officer on duty the
> > next morning and asked him about it and he said
> he
> > hadn't heard of or seen any kids in the area at
> > all, and dismissed it saying that I'd probably
> had
> > too much to drink last night. Only I hadn't
> been
> > drinking at all or anything like that that
> night.
> > I don't know what or who those kids were, but I
> > doubt any of the families here would let their
> > kids wander around at night on a military base.
> >
> > As we have heard in many other stories of
> > black-eyed people, they often ask to be invited
> > in. They don't try to barge in... they don't
> > threaten... they only seem to need their
> targets
> > to voluntarily allow them into their homes. For
> > what purpose? What would happen if they were
> > allowed in? Who are these black-eyed beings?
>
>
> Black Eyed Children Report From Someone Who Let
> Them In
> http://pararational.com/black-eyed-children-let-th
> em-in/
>
> Is this evidence of what happens if you let a BEK
> into your home?
>
> This report of what happens if you let Black Eyed
> Children into your home comes completely 4th hand.
> So believe it if you will. It is edited for
> spelling because I couldn’t stand looking at all
> the red misspelling squiggles as I get ready to
> post this. The lack of periods, I left…
>
> I have read many accounts of these black eyed kids
> but I don’t think any really come close to what
> happened to me when I let two into my house. Some
> people think that if you let them in that the will
> kill you, obviously I can say this is not true.
>
> This is what happened, I was sitting in my bedroom
> at home when I heard a knock on the door, it was
> not too late so I didn’t hesitate opening the
> door to whoever it was. when I opened it there was
> two children standing there, both were looking at
> the floor. “yes ” I said, the taller one asked
> if they could come in as they were lost and the
> other boy needed the toilet. I live in an area
> where it is very easy to get lost, so I just
> assumed that they were telling the truth and was
> looking down because they were shy, even though
> the one talking, spoke very confidently. so I let
> them in, the one who needed the toilet just walked
> in and straight up the stairs so I shouted up its
> on the right, I don’t know why I didn’t find
> this strange but most toilets are upstairs and as
> he was young I didn’t think anything of it.
>
> I told the other one that the phone was down the
> hall, “thanks” he said and he started to walk
> down the hall, I followed him and then I suddenly
> came over with a really awful feeling like
> something bad was going to happen, I became very
> nervous and a bit shaky I still cant explain how
> that happened, the boy stopped at the phone and
> paused, “everything OK?” I asked, he turned to
> me and looked up and that’s when I saw his eyes,
> and trust me I will never get that picture out of
> my head, I was so scared that I couldn’t even
> scream as I turned to run down the hall the other
> kid was standing at the end.
>
> I became very dizzy and struggled to stand up, he
> walked closer to me and said that they had been
> sent to collect me, I still couldn’t bear to
> look into his face, I pushed away from him and ran
> into my front room and slammed the door shut, I
> was in so much shock about what was happening I
> couldn’t think straight, this is something that
> you don’t even expect to happen even in movies.
> after standing against the door for around and
> hour or so I finally got the courage to make a run
> for the back door, so I ran to it and unlocked it,
> I ran to the back of my garden and jumped over the
> fence not once looking back.
>
> my friend lived close so I ran to his house, I
> told him the story and as I guessed he was a bit
> skeptic about what I had said. I convinced him to
> come back with me, when we got there we looked
> around the whole house but couldn’t find them.
> ever since this happened I always have a dream
> that this kids with the black eyes stand over my
> bed with there hands stretching to me, I hope to
> god that I never see these again.”
>
> This was supposedly posted on haunteddiary.com but
> as at the time of this writing, that site is no
> longer there. If anyone has an original source
> for me to cite, please leave me a comment and let
> me know!
>
> As for what they would have done if the author
> hadn’t bolted away from the house, I don’t
> care to venture. I have read several reports that
> have mentioned the BEK coming to “collect”
> someone. Is this just an artifact of stories
> being retold on the Internet, or is a common
> feature to Black Eyed Children encounters. Still
> working on the answer to that one.
After seeing so many stories about "The Black Eyed People," I decided to do a little research. So I looked up a few different places and really could not find a lot about them. Not long after that, I got an instant message from a friend of mine who lives in Queensland, Australia. I'll call her Jenny. She asked what I was doing. I told her I was just researching some strange people.
After a minute, she started telling me this story that happened to her about five years ago. Keep in mind, I never mentioned anything about black-eyed people.
She says that right after her 30th birthday, she was heading home from a concert. She was about 90 miles away from home and had to stop for gas (petrol, she called it). So she filled up and went inside to pay. She then decided that she had better go to the bathroom since she still had a bit of a drive ahead of her.
When she came back out, she went to grab a drink for the road. But when she turned around to pay, there was a man standing just a few feet behind her. He was wearing a business suit with a long black coat over that. When she went to pass him, he looked up at her. Apparently, where the eyes are supposed to be, there were only two big black holes. Everything else looked completely normal about this guy except he had NO EYES!
She froze dead in her tracks. He continued to stare at her with a really intimidating stare. She finally caught her senses back and just said, "Excuse me," walked on by up to the counter, handed him money, told him to keep the change and bolted out of there.
She says that the feeling that came over her upon seeing his face was nothing of this world. Sheer terror. An immediate sense of danger and dread like nothing ever experienced before. All she had in her mind was to get away as fast as possible.
Again, I never even mentioned anything about black-eyed people before she told me about this. I then told her that I was researching that exact thing. She freaked out. Whether that is true or not, I don't know for sure, but she made a very convincing argument to me, and I honestly believe her.
-------------------------------------------------------
> The Marine and the BEKs Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Lgarci Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Black Eyed Woman Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > My wife told me this creepy story last
> night.
> > > It
> > > > doesn't take place in VA, but in Oakland CA
> > > where
> > > > her parents live.
> > > > Lately there have been several shootings in
> > the
> > > > area (more than normal) and that funeral
> home
> > > they
> > > > have on international
> > > > drive has been getting alot of business.
> > > >
> > > > A few weeks ago, my Father and
> mother-in-laws
> > > were
> > > > driving through Oakland at around 2am in
> the
> > > > morning. My mother-in-law
> > > > works as a live in hospice nurse and only
> has
> > a
> > > > day or so off. She was coming back at 2am
> > after
> > > > having the evening off. While
> > > > they were driving to her job, they saw a
> > woman
> > > > standing on the corner next to the funeral
> > home
> > > > with a dress on and dressed
> > > > somewhat nicely (sunday best?). They saw
> her
> > at
> > > > the corner while they were stopped at the
> > > > intersection, and noticed that
> > > > the woman smiled at them. They also noticed
> > > that
> > > > her eyes were black. My in-laws were
> > frightened
> > > > and drove away as fast as
> > > > they could. So then my father-in-law drops
> > off
> > > my
> > > > mother-in-law at her work and wonders if
> that
> > > > ghost woman he saw at the
> > > > corner will be there on the way back
> > > > (Unfortunately, he would have to go through
> > > that
> > > > same intersection). On his way back,
> > > > she was still there at the corner, and this
> > > time
> > > > he was stuck at the light there at the
> > > > intersection. She actually waved
> > > > to him and he noticed again she had black
> > eyes.
> > > > Seemed like she was trying to get him to
> come
> > > over
> > > > and pick her up.
> > > > Naturally when the light turned green, he
> > sped
> > > out
> > > > of that intersection to get home.
> > > >
> > > > No one seems to know who she is, but they
> all
> > > seem
> > > > to agree that her funeral was probably
> > through
> > > the
> > > > funeral home there
> > > > on that street. As to why she was on that
> > > street
> > > > between 2am and 3am, I think she was
> looking
> > > for
> > > > "Victims".
> > > >
> > > > I did some research and came across BEK's -
> > > Black
> > > > eyed kids that seemed to match.
> > > >
> > >
> >
> http://mysteriousuniverse.org/tag/black-eyed-kids/
>
> >
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > About 4 or 5 years ago I was walking down a
> > bike
> > > path in the back of my house with my step
> > > daughter. when I saw 2 boys leaning against
> > their
> > > bikes up ahead. I didn’t really think much
> > about
> > > it (since it is a bike path) until one of the
> > kids
> > > raised his head up and looked me straight in
> > the
> > > eye. That’s when fear struck me so hard I
> was
> > > stopped dead in my tracks. His eyes were
> black
> > and
> > > hollow, like he didn’t have a sole. It was
> > like
> > > looking at pure evil, at least that’s the
> way
> > I
> > > described it when I recounted the incident
> > later
> > > that evening to my husband and my other
> > daughter.
> > > I immediately led my step daughter off the
> > path,
> > > cut through someones yard and walked out to
> the
> > > street . I didn’t know what I had
> encountered
> > at
> > > the time but now I am quite sure it was the
> > black
> > > eyed children. I don’t know what they are,
> but
> > I
> > > know they are dangerous. It was so weird I
> > thought
> > > that my step daughter would also be aware of
> > what
> > > I perceived to be impending danger , but she
> > was
> > > completely oblivious, even when I led her off
> > the
> > > path and onto the street. I somehow knew I
> had
> > to
> > > get out of there NOW. Surprisingly they
> > appeared
> > > normal in every other aspect ( except for the
> > eyes
> > > of course), and a vague awareness that they
> > > didn’t quite fit into the environment. I
> only
> > > saw the eyes of one of them because the other
> > kid
> > > had his back to me . He looked to be around
> 13
> > or
> > > 14, flannel shirt and jeans, and a swarthy
> > > complection. Now that I have been reading
> about
> > > these encounters it peaks my curiosity but i
> > > wouldn’t want to run into them again .
> >
> >
> > The Marine and the Black-Eyed Kids
> >
> http://paranormal.about.com/od/demonsandexorcism/a
>
> > /marine-black-eyed-kids.htm
> >
> > You'd be hard-pressed to find anyone who is
> > tougher than a U.S. Marine. These soldiers are
> > trained in combat, survival and to face the
> threat
> > of imminent bodily harm or death. But perhaps
> > they're not quite prepared when it comes to
> > encounters with the unknown. Consider this
> report
> > from a Marine, using the name Reaper 3-1, who
> had
> > an unexpected and altogether unnerving
> experience
> > with the mysterious phenomenon of the
> black-eyed
> > people. To make it even more harrowing, these
> > black-eyed entities appeared to be small kids.
> > This is the Marine's story....
> >
> > I'M A MARINE stationed at Camp Lejeune, North
> > Carolina. I live in the infantry barracks off
> of
> > River Road. I recently had a rather strange
> > encounter with a pair of black-eyed kids.
> >
> > I live on the third floor of the barracks that
> > have open walkways on the outside and the rooms
> on
> > the inside. This happened on a weekend back in
> > November, 2009. It was a weekend, so almost
> every
> > Marine was out, either home, drinking or
> sleeping;
> > only a handful were left in the barracks awake.
> > I'd stayed in that weekend because I was broke
> and
> > had no money to go out.
> >
> > I was watching a movie when I heard a knock at
> my
> > door. Figuring it was my roommate who'd lost
> his
> > key again, I went and opened it. Instead of a
> > drunken roommate, I found two little kids
> standing
> > on the walkway - only these kids freaked the
> hell
> > out of me. I don't know what it was about them,
> > but as a Marine we're always told to listen to
> > that little voice in your head, because it just
> > might save your life from an IED (improvised
> > explosive device). Right then that voice was
> > screaming at me to shut the door and lock it.
> >
> > THE PLEA
> >
> > There was also the fact that these kids had
> > absolutely pitch-black eyes. I mean no white or
> > any other color to them whatsoever - just
> black.
> > But I pushed those things aside and asked them
> > what they were doing there so late. They
> responded
> > by saying that it was really cold out and they
> > wanted to come in and read. I was confused as
> > hell, because I've never met a kid that wants
> to
> > read. Also, there was no mention of any parents
> or
> > anything else you'd expect a lost couple of
> kids
> > to say.
> >
> > I couldn't take my eyes of their pitch-black
> eyes;
> > it was like they were sucking me in. I felt
> > horrible and was suddenly frightened for my
> life,
> > like I needed to immediately take cover. They
> just
> > stared at me, with those goddam eyes.
> >
> > I took a quick look up and down the walkway to
> see
> > if any other Marines were out, but there was
> > nobody in site. I turned back to the kids who I
> > noticed had taken a step forward toward me. I
> got
> > the feeling like I was being hunted, like these
> > kids where predators and out for their next
> meal
> > or something. Instinct gave way to reason and I
> > decided to listen to that voice and shut the
> door
> > and locked it.
> >
> > I heard soft constant knocking for the next
> five
> > minutes before I heard my window rattle and
> then
> > nothing. I went down to the officer on duty the
> > next morning and asked him about it and he said
> he
> > hadn't heard of or seen any kids in the area at
> > all, and dismissed it saying that I'd probably
> had
> > too much to drink last night. Only I hadn't
> been
> > drinking at all or anything like that that
> night.
> > I don't know what or who those kids were, but I
> > doubt any of the families here would let their
> > kids wander around at night on a military base.
> >
> > As we have heard in many other stories of
> > black-eyed people, they often ask to be invited
> > in. They don't try to barge in... they don't
> > threaten... they only seem to need their
> targets
> > to voluntarily allow them into their homes. For
> > what purpose? What would happen if they were
> > allowed in? Who are these black-eyed beings?
>
>
> Black Eyed Children Report From Someone Who Let
> Them In
> http://pararational.com/black-eyed-children-let-th
> em-in/
>
> Is this evidence of what happens if you let a BEK
> into your home?
>
> This report of what happens if you let Black Eyed
> Children into your home comes completely 4th hand.
> So believe it if you will. It is edited for
> spelling because I couldn’t stand looking at all
> the red misspelling squiggles as I get ready to
> post this. The lack of periods, I left…
>
> I have read many accounts of these black eyed kids
> but I don’t think any really come close to what
> happened to me when I let two into my house. Some
> people think that if you let them in that the will
> kill you, obviously I can say this is not true.
>
> This is what happened, I was sitting in my bedroom
> at home when I heard a knock on the door, it was
> not too late so I didn’t hesitate opening the
> door to whoever it was. when I opened it there was
> two children standing there, both were looking at
> the floor. “yes ” I said, the taller one asked
> if they could come in as they were lost and the
> other boy needed the toilet. I live in an area
> where it is very easy to get lost, so I just
> assumed that they were telling the truth and was
> looking down because they were shy, even though
> the one talking, spoke very confidently. so I let
> them in, the one who needed the toilet just walked
> in and straight up the stairs so I shouted up its
> on the right, I don’t know why I didn’t find
> this strange but most toilets are upstairs and as
> he was young I didn’t think anything of it.
>
> I told the other one that the phone was down the
> hall, “thanks” he said and he started to walk
> down the hall, I followed him and then I suddenly
> came over with a really awful feeling like
> something bad was going to happen, I became very
> nervous and a bit shaky I still cant explain how
> that happened, the boy stopped at the phone and
> paused, “everything OK?” I asked, he turned to
> me and looked up and that’s when I saw his eyes,
> and trust me I will never get that picture out of
> my head, I was so scared that I couldn’t even
> scream as I turned to run down the hall the other
> kid was standing at the end.
>
> I became very dizzy and struggled to stand up, he
> walked closer to me and said that they had been
> sent to collect me, I still couldn’t bear to
> look into his face, I pushed away from him and ran
> into my front room and slammed the door shut, I
> was in so much shock about what was happening I
> couldn’t think straight, this is something that
> you don’t even expect to happen even in movies.
> after standing against the door for around and
> hour or so I finally got the courage to make a run
> for the back door, so I ran to it and unlocked it,
> I ran to the back of my garden and jumped over the
> fence not once looking back.
>
> my friend lived close so I ran to his house, I
> told him the story and as I guessed he was a bit
> skeptic about what I had said. I convinced him to
> come back with me, when we got there we looked
> around the whole house but couldn’t find them.
> ever since this happened I always have a dream
> that this kids with the black eyes stand over my
> bed with there hands stretching to me, I hope to
> god that I never see these again.”
>
> This was supposedly posted on haunteddiary.com but
> as at the time of this writing, that site is no
> longer there. If anyone has an original source
> for me to cite, please leave me a comment and let
> me know!
>
> As for what they would have done if the author
> hadn’t bolted away from the house, I don’t
> care to venture. I have read several reports that
> have mentioned the BEK coming to “collect”
> someone. Is this just an artifact of stories
> being retold on the Internet, or is a common
> feature to Black Eyed Children encounters. Still
> working on the answer to that one.
After seeing so many stories about "The Black Eyed People," I decided to do a little research. So I looked up a few different places and really could not find a lot about them. Not long after that, I got an instant message from a friend of mine who lives in Queensland, Australia. I'll call her Jenny. She asked what I was doing. I told her I was just researching some strange people.
After a minute, she started telling me this story that happened to her about five years ago. Keep in mind, I never mentioned anything about black-eyed people.
She says that right after her 30th birthday, she was heading home from a concert. She was about 90 miles away from home and had to stop for gas (petrol, she called it). So she filled up and went inside to pay. She then decided that she had better go to the bathroom since she still had a bit of a drive ahead of her.
When she came back out, she went to grab a drink for the road. But when she turned around to pay, there was a man standing just a few feet behind her. He was wearing a business suit with a long black coat over that. When she went to pass him, he looked up at her. Apparently, where the eyes are supposed to be, there were only two big black holes. Everything else looked completely normal about this guy except he had NO EYES!
She froze dead in her tracks. He continued to stare at her with a really intimidating stare. She finally caught her senses back and just said, "Excuse me," walked on by up to the counter, handed him money, told him to keep the change and bolted out of there.
She says that the feeling that came over her upon seeing his face was nothing of this world. Sheer terror. An immediate sense of danger and dread like nothing ever experienced before. All she had in her mind was to get away as fast as possible.
Again, I never even mentioned anything about black-eyed people before she told me about this. I then told her that I was researching that exact thing. She freaked out. Whether that is true or not, I don't know for sure, but she made a very convincing argument to me, and I honestly believe her.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
CaLLaCoDe
()
Date: July 23, 2013 07:01AM
Had a creepy thing happen to me early this morning at home. I awoke early upon my bed around 4:30 and heard what sounded like a man's droning speech in the mattress. I tried to make sense of the words he was saying but all was a low incomprehensible brumble. I perceived that this could be an intruder and worried about my daughter's safety. My dog was snoring at the time and perhaps didn't hear the intruder; and I could definitely differentiate between our dog and the voice in the mattress. I got up from and went downstairs stealthily to check on things.
Cautiously I opened up the downstairs bathroom which I suspected was the place where the noise was coming from. Nothing. I then opened the door to the garage and no sign of living or undead, thank God! Oddly I did have a smell on my person that reminded me of my past life of having worked on a Step Down unit with patients on ventilators, whose time spent on my unit could last years. You know that smell on one's uniform that when you enter your home your spouse says for you to stop dead in your tracks and tear off your clothes, burn them, and head straight for the shower!
After coming back to my room and lying down I heard no more of the constant drone. Perhaps my imagination, but rarely am I spooked. Perhaps a visitation by a passed patient who could not have spoken to me while having had been trached, who knows?
My wife stated she had a rough night, perhaps her snores went into the mattress? But the icky smell that accompanied it, who can explain that! I do note that a couple of hours after rising, no more gross smell lingered in my nose or on my person.
I would not have been so spooked by this incident had it not been for the tandem sensory stimuli. Together they were effective at making me question my reasoning.
Cautiously I opened up the downstairs bathroom which I suspected was the place where the noise was coming from. Nothing. I then opened the door to the garage and no sign of living or undead, thank God! Oddly I did have a smell on my person that reminded me of my past life of having worked on a Step Down unit with patients on ventilators, whose time spent on my unit could last years. You know that smell on one's uniform that when you enter your home your spouse says for you to stop dead in your tracks and tear off your clothes, burn them, and head straight for the shower!
After coming back to my room and lying down I heard no more of the constant drone. Perhaps my imagination, but rarely am I spooked. Perhaps a visitation by a passed patient who could not have spoken to me while having had been trached, who knows?
My wife stated she had a rough night, perhaps her snores went into the mattress? But the icky smell that accompanied it, who can explain that! I do note that a couple of hours after rising, no more gross smell lingered in my nose or on my person.
I would not have been so spooked by this incident had it not been for the tandem sensory stimuli. Together they were effective at making me question my reasoning.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Marieke
()
Date: July 23, 2013 07:07AM
Witching Hour Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> curiousauntie Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I have been told that 3AM is the "witching
> hour",
> > the most powerful time of the night for spells
> and
> > the time that spirits are most active. Why 3
> and
> > not midnight I have no idea. I am very
> interested
> > in paranormal activities and most of these
> posts
> > are very interesting, except for
> schroders_piano
> > post about the possession...that has freaked me
> > out for 2 days...and will probably continue to.
> I
> > copied and pasted it and sent it to my sister
> (not
> > a nurse) as I am sure it will freak her out
> too.
> > Misery loves company!!!
>
> The Witching Hour refers to midnight. The reason
> most supernatural activity happens around 3am,
> refers to the time period that the devil uses. It
> is the opposite of 3pm, in which most christians
> believe that Jesus died on the Cross.
> 3am marks the start of "Dead Time". Everyone is
> usually asleep or quiet, energies are low, there
> isn't too much noise, lights etc... It's the
> perfect time for ghosts, spirits and entities to
> come out and use electrical energy and our
> own energy to be active. By them doing this, they
> cause electrical equipment to switch on/off and
> malfunction and when they're around dogs
> definitely notice and try to let everyone know!
>
>
> The Witching Hour (Midnight)
> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Witching_hour
>
> "Dead Time"
> http://theparanormalsociety.blogspot.com…
> http://www.moonslipper.com/ghosts.html
Hello! I am not a nurse, but am fascinated by all the ghost stories on this site. My late husband was a Native American Traditional Healer who actually worked at a health clinic in Canada counseling Aboriginal clients. I was his assistant and worked with the clinic's wonderful and dedicated nursing staff.
You are correct in your observations about 3 am being somewhat of a "witching hour". My husband was taught by Native Elders (through the oral tradition of his people) that the Negative powers work mostly during the odd hours, particularly at night. Thus, you will find certain "negative" things happen at the odd hours of the night and sometimes the day. He used to wake at 1am, 3am and 5am -- like clockwork -- and said he could sometimes feel the negative energy in the air. At those times he would pray to the Creator for protection for himself and those he loved. Sometimes, he said that if you get that feeling that something dark or negative is around at these times, you can acknowledge it and ask it to leave without harming anyone. Native people often acknowledge such things by laying tobacco.
My late husband passed away in the ICU of a hospital surrounded by his family and caring nurses. One time, a couple of months before his death, he was in a regular ward of the hospital, in a shared room, awaiting the results of some tests. He had severe COPD and was on oxygen. Being a "medicine person" he was very sensitive to paranormal activity and was used to seeing "spirits." It was particularly hard for him to stay in a hospital because he said that there were a lot of spirits in hospitals and he could get little rest because he would see them and they would also come into his dreams.
At the time of the incident described here, I was 100 kilometers away at home (I would drive in to the city every day to visit him) asleep in my bed. Our 3 dogs were asleep in the same room with me. My two youngest dogs all of a sudden woke up and were very restless, whining and barking. I looked at the clock-- it was 3:07 am. I sensed something was not right and got up to calm them down and try to figure out what was going on. Then the phone rang. My heart skipped a beat, as call display showed it was the hospital. A nurse was calling me to tell me that an incident just occurred with my husband.
The staff found him almost passed out in the hallway of the hospital -- his oxygen tube was, of course, out of his nose. They got him back in his bed, and once he was revived enough he told the nurses that when he woke up his room was different -- it had file cabinets in it and there were people sitting at desks. He tried to get the attention of the nursing desk that was right outside his room door, but no one was there. So he got up from his bed and started looking for someone and eventually wandered down a hallway and ran out of oxygen.
The nurse on the phone was frightened by what he was saying, and got even more upset when I told her that I wasn't surprised at all by her call and that the dogs had woken me up to alert me that something was not right. The nurse assured me that they would assign someone to sit beside my husband the rest of the night.
The following day, I went early to see my husband. He told me that the nurse, an Aboriginal woman, was totally freaked out, especially when someone told her his background. Later that day, the hospital approved transferring my husband to our local hospital, saying they did not have the staff to be with him 24/7. All my husband would say about his experience was that he thought that his room in the hospital had been used as an office or something, and that the spirits of those people were still there, along with a number of patients who passed away in the room after it was converted to a hospital room.
-------------------------------------------------------
> curiousauntie Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I have been told that 3AM is the "witching
> hour",
> > the most powerful time of the night for spells
> and
> > the time that spirits are most active. Why 3
> and
> > not midnight I have no idea. I am very
> interested
> > in paranormal activities and most of these
> posts
> > are very interesting, except for
> schroders_piano
> > post about the possession...that has freaked me
> > out for 2 days...and will probably continue to.
> I
> > copied and pasted it and sent it to my sister
> (not
> > a nurse) as I am sure it will freak her out
> too.
> > Misery loves company!!!
>
> The Witching Hour refers to midnight. The reason
> most supernatural activity happens around 3am,
> refers to the time period that the devil uses. It
> is the opposite of 3pm, in which most christians
> believe that Jesus died on the Cross.
> 3am marks the start of "Dead Time". Everyone is
> usually asleep or quiet, energies are low, there
> isn't too much noise, lights etc... It's the
> perfect time for ghosts, spirits and entities to
> come out and use electrical energy and our
> own energy to be active. By them doing this, they
> cause electrical equipment to switch on/off and
> malfunction and when they're around dogs
> definitely notice and try to let everyone know!
>
>
> The Witching Hour (Midnight)
> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Witching_hour
>
> "Dead Time"
> http://theparanormalsociety.blogspot.com…
> http://www.moonslipper.com/ghosts.html
Hello! I am not a nurse, but am fascinated by all the ghost stories on this site. My late husband was a Native American Traditional Healer who actually worked at a health clinic in Canada counseling Aboriginal clients. I was his assistant and worked with the clinic's wonderful and dedicated nursing staff.
You are correct in your observations about 3 am being somewhat of a "witching hour". My husband was taught by Native Elders (through the oral tradition of his people) that the Negative powers work mostly during the odd hours, particularly at night. Thus, you will find certain "negative" things happen at the odd hours of the night and sometimes the day. He used to wake at 1am, 3am and 5am -- like clockwork -- and said he could sometimes feel the negative energy in the air. At those times he would pray to the Creator for protection for himself and those he loved. Sometimes, he said that if you get that feeling that something dark or negative is around at these times, you can acknowledge it and ask it to leave without harming anyone. Native people often acknowledge such things by laying tobacco.
My late husband passed away in the ICU of a hospital surrounded by his family and caring nurses. One time, a couple of months before his death, he was in a regular ward of the hospital, in a shared room, awaiting the results of some tests. He had severe COPD and was on oxygen. Being a "medicine person" he was very sensitive to paranormal activity and was used to seeing "spirits." It was particularly hard for him to stay in a hospital because he said that there were a lot of spirits in hospitals and he could get little rest because he would see them and they would also come into his dreams.
At the time of the incident described here, I was 100 kilometers away at home (I would drive in to the city every day to visit him) asleep in my bed. Our 3 dogs were asleep in the same room with me. My two youngest dogs all of a sudden woke up and were very restless, whining and barking. I looked at the clock-- it was 3:07 am. I sensed something was not right and got up to calm them down and try to figure out what was going on. Then the phone rang. My heart skipped a beat, as call display showed it was the hospital. A nurse was calling me to tell me that an incident just occurred with my husband.
The staff found him almost passed out in the hallway of the hospital -- his oxygen tube was, of course, out of his nose. They got him back in his bed, and once he was revived enough he told the nurses that when he woke up his room was different -- it had file cabinets in it and there were people sitting at desks. He tried to get the attention of the nursing desk that was right outside his room door, but no one was there. So he got up from his bed and started looking for someone and eventually wandered down a hallway and ran out of oxygen.
The nurse on the phone was frightened by what he was saying, and got even more upset when I told her that I wasn't surprised at all by her call and that the dogs had woken me up to alert me that something was not right. The nurse assured me that they would assign someone to sit beside my husband the rest of the night.
The following day, I went early to see my husband. He told me that the nurse, an Aboriginal woman, was totally freaked out, especially when someone told her his background. Later that day, the hospital approved transferring my husband to our local hospital, saying they did not have the staff to be with him 24/7. All my husband would say about his experience was that he thought that his room in the hospital had been used as an office or something, and that the spirits of those people were still there, along with a number of patients who passed away in the room after it was converted to a hospital room.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Veronica
()
Date: July 23, 2013 07:10AM
I've heard of a ghost story on Elbow Rd. There was a girl who was murdered on that road and
her house is on the same road. When I was younger.. Me and three friends went into the house
to check it out.
I just went inside for a second and then I had to leave. I went to my car and locked the door
and one of my friends came with me. My other two friends stayed inside and all of a sudden one
of them ran out and had blood all over his hands.Once that happen me and all my friends bolted
out of there and left and went home. I was freaked out about the whole situation after that. I
haven't been down Elbow Road in a long time after that.
her house is on the same road. When I was younger.. Me and three friends went into the house
to check it out.
I just went inside for a second and then I had to leave. I went to my car and locked the door
and one of my friends came with me. My other two friends stayed inside and all of a sudden one
of them ran out and had blood all over his hands.Once that happen me and all my friends bolted
out of there and left and went home. I was freaked out about the whole situation after that. I
haven't been down Elbow Road in a long time after that.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
colza
()
Date: July 23, 2013 07:12AM
I was briefly married to a man who did not snore. But when I would get up in the morning to shower before work, I would hear loud snoring coming from my room through the shared wall between my bedroom and the bathroom. Then I would exit the bathroom and the snoring would stop. Back in the bathroom, I heard the snoring again. My ex was quietly asleep the whole time, never ever snoring.
I had a boyfriend in high school who had definite hauntings in his home. The dog would bark at the wall near the floor in the living room with its hair standing on end and we never saw anything...but sure heard some crazy scuffling/scratching noises that moved around quickly. There was a cold spot in one of the bedrooms that we could put our hands through. It was always there, summer and winter. I was scared to death in that room. It faced east and never would the daylight get in there, not even at sunrise, it was always dark. Then there was a closet in the living room that I couldn't stand, it gave me the willies every time I had to be near it or open the door. I felt that something evil was in there. I think whatever the dog was barking at was usually in that closet and it came out once in a while. I often felt that something was watching me no matter what room I was in, and I was sure it didn't like me.
I saw the tall dark ghost with the top hat that so many of you have described. I was about 12 or 13 and in my bathroom at dad's house fixing my hair in the mirror. I saw the man's reflection in that mirror floating down the hall toward my bedroom. I looked out of the bathroom toward my room and a bright glow was eminating out of the doorway as he disappeared into it. Right away I told dad and he told me to never mention this to anybody because he didn't want anyone to think I was crazy. And of course he said he didn't believe it anyway. I've never mentioned it to him since but I know good and well what I saw. And I wasn't scared of it at all.
I've had the conscious paralysis episodes too that have been described in many posts. I can hear myself breathing but I can't control it, cannot move or speak. During one of these episodes I saw an image of a distinguished older well groomed man with silvery hair and beard, telling me what sounded like "You have not learned!" Somehow I wasn't scared by this and quickly came out of it. I was in my very early 20's at the time and I don't know what exactly what he meant. Who was he? G-d maybe, or a guardian angel? What haven't I learned yet that I need to? Not sure, but I keep searching and learning throughout my life. I keep hoping he will send me another message someday.
I have seen ghosts of animals. I told someone once that I saw a small dog in their home peeking at me and then going into a certain bedroom. This brought great comfort to them because they had to put their beloved pet down when he became severely ill and they had felt guilt about it for years. They told me the dog loved to go into the room I saw him going to and he would sleep under the bed every night.
Recently I saw what looked like a siamese cat looking at me in my house. The previous owners had two older siamese cats that they took with them out of state when they moved. I'm wondering if one of them passed around the time I saw the ghost but I'll probably never know.
I hear lots of strange noises in my current home. It sounds like someone is walking around upstairs when I'm on the ground floor. We don't hear those same noises when we are upstairs.
Several times I've had sensations of someone running their fingers through my hair. Once at a hospital during my student nurse clinicals and another time when I was visiting a relative in a very old house. Strangely I was not afraid.
I've heard my name whispered in my ears on numerous occasions but could never pinpoint it to anything or anyone in particular.
Right after my beloved grandfather passed away I had a very vivid dream that he telephoned me. He said he wasn't sure what was going on asked me what had happened to him. I said "Grandpa, you just died two days ago!" He replied with perfect voice and intonation, "Oh my heavens!" I immediately had the sense of mind to ask him where he was, and he said he wasn't sure. I asked him what he could see, and he wasn't sure. I asked him what he could hear, and again he wasn't sure. Then he asked me in a scared tone if he could come over to my house, and I said, "Sure grandpa, I'm going to the front door right now to see if I can find you!" I opened the door, and could clearly see the neighborhood as if I was actually looking around at it. I called out for grandpa and then I woke up, and began sobbing inconsolably. It was absolutely the most vivid dream I'd ever had, and his voice and inflections were exactly as they were in real life. I felt like I had actually had a conversation with him. I've tried to tell a few people I trust and they just said that it must be because I feel so sad about losing him. I firmly believe he and I had a real conversation in our own way. He died in 2003 and I still miss him terribly. I wish I could have another one of those dreams where he and I can talk again so I can try to find out how he is doing, and if he is with my grandma who died about 5 years before that.
There are more experiences that I will share another time.
I had a boyfriend in high school who had definite hauntings in his home. The dog would bark at the wall near the floor in the living room with its hair standing on end and we never saw anything...but sure heard some crazy scuffling/scratching noises that moved around quickly. There was a cold spot in one of the bedrooms that we could put our hands through. It was always there, summer and winter. I was scared to death in that room. It faced east and never would the daylight get in there, not even at sunrise, it was always dark. Then there was a closet in the living room that I couldn't stand, it gave me the willies every time I had to be near it or open the door. I felt that something evil was in there. I think whatever the dog was barking at was usually in that closet and it came out once in a while. I often felt that something was watching me no matter what room I was in, and I was sure it didn't like me.
I saw the tall dark ghost with the top hat that so many of you have described. I was about 12 or 13 and in my bathroom at dad's house fixing my hair in the mirror. I saw the man's reflection in that mirror floating down the hall toward my bedroom. I looked out of the bathroom toward my room and a bright glow was eminating out of the doorway as he disappeared into it. Right away I told dad and he told me to never mention this to anybody because he didn't want anyone to think I was crazy. And of course he said he didn't believe it anyway. I've never mentioned it to him since but I know good and well what I saw. And I wasn't scared of it at all.
I've had the conscious paralysis episodes too that have been described in many posts. I can hear myself breathing but I can't control it, cannot move or speak. During one of these episodes I saw an image of a distinguished older well groomed man with silvery hair and beard, telling me what sounded like "You have not learned!" Somehow I wasn't scared by this and quickly came out of it. I was in my very early 20's at the time and I don't know what exactly what he meant. Who was he? G-d maybe, or a guardian angel? What haven't I learned yet that I need to? Not sure, but I keep searching and learning throughout my life. I keep hoping he will send me another message someday.
I have seen ghosts of animals. I told someone once that I saw a small dog in their home peeking at me and then going into a certain bedroom. This brought great comfort to them because they had to put their beloved pet down when he became severely ill and they had felt guilt about it for years. They told me the dog loved to go into the room I saw him going to and he would sleep under the bed every night.
Recently I saw what looked like a siamese cat looking at me in my house. The previous owners had two older siamese cats that they took with them out of state when they moved. I'm wondering if one of them passed around the time I saw the ghost but I'll probably never know.
I hear lots of strange noises in my current home. It sounds like someone is walking around upstairs when I'm on the ground floor. We don't hear those same noises when we are upstairs.
Several times I've had sensations of someone running their fingers through my hair. Once at a hospital during my student nurse clinicals and another time when I was visiting a relative in a very old house. Strangely I was not afraid.
I've heard my name whispered in my ears on numerous occasions but could never pinpoint it to anything or anyone in particular.
Right after my beloved grandfather passed away I had a very vivid dream that he telephoned me. He said he wasn't sure what was going on asked me what had happened to him. I said "Grandpa, you just died two days ago!" He replied with perfect voice and intonation, "Oh my heavens!" I immediately had the sense of mind to ask him where he was, and he said he wasn't sure. I asked him what he could see, and he wasn't sure. I asked him what he could hear, and again he wasn't sure. Then he asked me in a scared tone if he could come over to my house, and I said, "Sure grandpa, I'm going to the front door right now to see if I can find you!" I opened the door, and could clearly see the neighborhood as if I was actually looking around at it. I called out for grandpa and then I woke up, and began sobbing inconsolably. It was absolutely the most vivid dream I'd ever had, and his voice and inflections were exactly as they were in real life. I felt like I had actually had a conversation with him. I've tried to tell a few people I trust and they just said that it must be because I feel so sad about losing him. I firmly believe he and I had a real conversation in our own way. He died in 2003 and I still miss him terribly. I wish I could have another one of those dreams where he and I can talk again so I can try to find out how he is doing, and if he is with my grandma who died about 5 years before that.
There are more experiences that I will share another time.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
JeannieG
()
Date: July 23, 2013 07:40AM
I have to add my personal experience to this list of great stories. In 1996, my Dad was in North Shore Hospital on Long Island awaiting transfer to Hospice in Glen Cove. He had lung cancer that metastasized to the brain and had developed numerous tumors that were inoperable. After having signed the DNR, we knew it was just a matter of time. He was still conscious and had no idea that the end was so near but was beginning to experience hallucinations. I was sitting at the end of his hallway in front of a window just a few doors from his room, and I saw a figure walk into his room. So I jumped up to see who it was, and ran into the room. I startled my Dad and asked him where the doctor went, and he looked at me like I'd lost my mind.
That same night, my sister came running to me because she had seen a dark figure in the hallway by his room that disappeared also. Needless to say, we were very creeped out. Dad passed a couple of days later.
On a professional note, I have experienced this a few times and I saw it also when my father-in-law passed. I have had patients who were unconscious and unresponsive (my father-in-law included) who seem to come out of it and stare as if they're seeing and recognizing something at the foot of their bed. I always like to think that they're recognizing someone who's come to take them to the other side.
Has anyone else seen this?
That same night, my sister came running to me because she had seen a dark figure in the hallway by his room that disappeared also. Needless to say, we were very creeped out. Dad passed a couple of days later.
On a professional note, I have experienced this a few times and I saw it also when my father-in-law passed. I have had patients who were unconscious and unresponsive (my father-in-law included) who seem to come out of it and stare as if they're seeing and recognizing something at the foot of their bed. I always like to think that they're recognizing someone who's come to take them to the other side.
Has anyone else seen this?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Crystal
()
Date: July 23, 2013 07:52AM
Veronica Wrote:
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> I've heard of a ghost story on Elbow Rd. There was
> a girl who was murdered on that road and
> her house is on the same road. When I was
> younger.. Me and three friends went into the
> house
> to check it out.
>
> I just went inside for a second and then I had to
> leave. I went to my car and locked the door
> and one of my friends came with me. My other two
> friends stayed inside and all of a sudden one
> of them ran out and had blood all over his
> hands.Once that happen me and all my friends
> bolted
> out of there and left and went home. I was freaked
> out about the whole situation after that. I
> haven't been down Elbow Road in a long time after
> that.
When I was in high school (Salem) a girl a year older than me was murdered and found in a ditch on that road.
I was not allowed down that road through my teen years - still do not like it. Her name was Charity, I will
never forget.
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> I've heard of a ghost story on Elbow Rd. There was
> a girl who was murdered on that road and
> her house is on the same road. When I was
> younger.. Me and three friends went into the
> house
> to check it out.
>
> I just went inside for a second and then I had to
> leave. I went to my car and locked the door
> and one of my friends came with me. My other two
> friends stayed inside and all of a sudden one
> of them ran out and had blood all over his
> hands.Once that happen me and all my friends
> bolted
> out of there and left and went home. I was freaked
> out about the whole situation after that. I
> haven't been down Elbow Road in a long time after
> that.
When I was in high school (Salem) a girl a year older than me was murdered and found in a ditch on that road.
I was not allowed down that road through my teen years - still do not like it. Her name was Charity, I will
never forget.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
carolmaccas66
()
Date: July 23, 2013 07:52AM
JeannieG Wrote:
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> I have to add my personal experience to this list
> of great stories. In 1996, my Dad was in North
> Shore Hospital on Long Island awaiting transfer to
> Hospice in Glen Cove. He had lung cancer that
> metastasized to the brain and had developed
> numerous tumors that were inoperable. After having
> signed the DNR, we knew it was just a matter of
> time. He was still conscious and had no idea that
> the end was so near but was beginning to
> experience hallucinations. I was sitting at the
> end of his hallway in front of a window just a few
> doors from his room, and I saw a figure walk into
> his room. So I jumped up to see who it was, and
> ran into the room. I startled my Dad and asked him
> where the doctor went, and he looked at me like
> I'd lost my mind.
> That same night, my sister came running to me
> because she had seen a dark figure in the hallway
> by his room that disappeared also. Needless to
> say, we were very creeped out. Dad passed a couple
> of days later.
>
> On a professional note, I have experienced this a
> few times and I saw it also when my father-in-law
> passed. I have had patients who were unconscious
> and unresponsive (my father-in-law included) who
> seem to come out of it and stare as if they're
> seeing and recognizing something at the foot of
> their bed. I always like to think that they're
> recognizing someone who's come to take them to the
> other side.
>
> Has anyone else seen this?
My Mum used to wake up quite often and see a dark figure at the side of the bed. It completely disappeared after a while, but she used to see it for quite a number of years. She asked my Dad once if he could see it, and he said nothing was ever there. As far as I know no-one died when she saw it, but she was very depressed at the time. Maybe this dark figure hones in on dying or depressed people?
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> I have to add my personal experience to this list
> of great stories. In 1996, my Dad was in North
> Shore Hospital on Long Island awaiting transfer to
> Hospice in Glen Cove. He had lung cancer that
> metastasized to the brain and had developed
> numerous tumors that were inoperable. After having
> signed the DNR, we knew it was just a matter of
> time. He was still conscious and had no idea that
> the end was so near but was beginning to
> experience hallucinations. I was sitting at the
> end of his hallway in front of a window just a few
> doors from his room, and I saw a figure walk into
> his room. So I jumped up to see who it was, and
> ran into the room. I startled my Dad and asked him
> where the doctor went, and he looked at me like
> I'd lost my mind.
> That same night, my sister came running to me
> because she had seen a dark figure in the hallway
> by his room that disappeared also. Needless to
> say, we were very creeped out. Dad passed a couple
> of days later.
>
> On a professional note, I have experienced this a
> few times and I saw it also when my father-in-law
> passed. I have had patients who were unconscious
> and unresponsive (my father-in-law included) who
> seem to come out of it and stare as if they're
> seeing and recognizing something at the foot of
> their bed. I always like to think that they're
> recognizing someone who's come to take them to the
> other side.
>
> Has anyone else seen this?
My Mum used to wake up quite often and see a dark figure at the side of the bed. It completely disappeared after a while, but she used to see it for quite a number of years. She asked my Dad once if he could see it, and he said nothing was ever there. As far as I know no-one died when she saw it, but she was very depressed at the time. Maybe this dark figure hones in on dying or depressed people?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
GHGoonette
()
Date: July 23, 2013 08:22AM
i once had a beautiful German Shepherd dog called Cassie. She became very ill and died in 1990. In her lifetime, she was an "escape artist", and her favorite trick was popping the latches of the lower windows and climbing out.
For years afterwards, sometimes at night I would hear the sound of the window in the next bedroom opening and banging closed again. I would check up on the kids, asking whether either of them had opened it, to be told no, they weren't even in the room. Needless to say, the window would still be closed and latched....
I haven't heard this for a long time now, but I like to think that if it was Cassie's spirit letting me know she was still hanging around, and if she has moved on now, that when I move on myself, I will find her waiting for me.
For years afterwards, sometimes at night I would hear the sound of the window in the next bedroom opening and banging closed again. I would check up on the kids, asking whether either of them had opened it, to be told no, they weren't even in the room. Needless to say, the window would still be closed and latched....
I haven't heard this for a long time now, but I like to think that if it was Cassie's spirit letting me know she was still hanging around, and if she has moved on now, that when I move on myself, I will find her waiting for me.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ruritan road sterling va
()
Date: July 23, 2013 08:36AM
The occurrence took place in Sterling, VA, Ruritan road. The old spot where you go play bingo and get some good ol' country food. Mmm.
I lived right by it, 10 ft away. One night a summer night I was out letting out some steam, I remember clearly that I was Indian position
on the floor and I was on a dirt one way road. Very isolated area. When I saw a black slave woman with dirty old clothes on messed up hair
and shackles. She was just walking away down the road. Out of nowhere. Like I just felt a overwhelming sadness and laid back and cried.
The second I closed my eyes she was gone and a big cold air blew and I just stood there stuck. Shocked. I couldn't believe she was like
right there for a good 45 seconds. In her 20s. I've worked in the Ruritan and I've heard strange noises and my daughter running to me a
few times. It was crazy. Has anybody else seen her?
I lived right by it, 10 ft away. One night a summer night I was out letting out some steam, I remember clearly that I was Indian position
on the floor and I was on a dirt one way road. Very isolated area. When I saw a black slave woman with dirty old clothes on messed up hair
and shackles. She was just walking away down the road. Out of nowhere. Like I just felt a overwhelming sadness and laid back and cried.
The second I closed my eyes she was gone and a big cold air blew and I just stood there stuck. Shocked. I couldn't believe she was like
right there for a good 45 seconds. In her 20s. I've worked in the Ruritan and I've heard strange noises and my daughter running to me a
few times. It was crazy. Has anybody else seen her?
Louisiana -- The Morgan City Monster
Posted by:
Watch out y'all!
()
Date: July 23, 2013 08:59AM
In December of 2010, a nature photographer checked on a trail camera he'd set up to film wild animals in a reserve in Morgan City, Louisiana. The camera was smashed, but its SIM card survived. When the photographer uploaded the camera's final images he was shocked at what he found. Instead of a wild animal, his camera caught the image of a ghostly, near-transparent humanoid figure. The anonymous photographer let a local news station run the footage, but no one could explain the humanoid.
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Maryland -- The Beltsville Goatman
Posted by:
Beltsville Goatman
()
Date: July 23, 2013 09:02AM
In 2000, construction workers near Bowie, Maryland, came face to face with a 300-poound, seven-foot-tall furry creature. The workers said the beast had the legs, hooves, and horns of a goat but the upper-body of a man. It may have been The Goatman, a monster that had been bedeviling nearby Beltsville for years, often attacking cars with an axe. Rumor has it the beast was once a scientist who was conducting an experiment on goats when things went horribly, horribly wrong.
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Re: Maryland -- The Beltsville Goatman
Posted by:
MissSpectacular
()
Date: July 23, 2013 09:11AM
i have become a believer in the supernatural since starting nursing.
First bad experience with a malevolent spirit is while I was working as a PCT at a ventilator hospital. We had one room on the C wing that was reputed as haunted. I was working a night shift one night and the call light to the room was going off nonstop. Every time I went into the room, the patient (a younger woman on a vent) was beet red, teary-eyed and pointing frantically around the room. She wrote out on her communication board there was a black animal in her room. I checked quite a few times and found nothing. About 3 am she pulls the light again. I went into the room and she's pointing frantically at the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door and I SWEAR TO GOD.....
....a large black CREATURE scuttled past me, with gutteral noises, and slipped beneath the bed. I panicked and turned on all the lights and looked under the bed. Nothing was there. I was terrified. I left all the lights on and left the room. I started to tell the RN what had happened and she cut me off. ''You saw the little black animal in 22, huh?"
Second one was at the LTC center I work at now. Bed 2 of that room is a death sentence. Nurses have reported being bumped, pushed, had cups knocked out of their hand. One male nurse reported the TV stand moved of it's own accord and slammed into him while he attempted to care for the patient in bed 2. Another CNA sustained a cut on the back of her leg when a wheelchair smacked into her on it's own. I was told by a patient shortly before she died "Do you see him? He's behind you. He's going to kill me, and then he's coming for her. He says so." I get the vibe that something in that room does not want the patients in the second bed cared for.
First bad experience with a malevolent spirit is while I was working as a PCT at a ventilator hospital. We had one room on the C wing that was reputed as haunted. I was working a night shift one night and the call light to the room was going off nonstop. Every time I went into the room, the patient (a younger woman on a vent) was beet red, teary-eyed and pointing frantically around the room. She wrote out on her communication board there was a black animal in her room. I checked quite a few times and found nothing. About 3 am she pulls the light again. I went into the room and she's pointing frantically at the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door and I SWEAR TO GOD.....
....a large black CREATURE scuttled past me, with gutteral noises, and slipped beneath the bed. I panicked and turned on all the lights and looked under the bed. Nothing was there. I was terrified. I left all the lights on and left the room. I started to tell the RN what had happened and she cut me off. ''You saw the little black animal in 22, huh?"
Second one was at the LTC center I work at now. Bed 2 of that room is a death sentence. Nurses have reported being bumped, pushed, had cups knocked out of their hand. One male nurse reported the TV stand moved of it's own accord and slammed into him while he attempted to care for the patient in bed 2. Another CNA sustained a cut on the back of her leg when a wheelchair smacked into her on it's own. I was told by a patient shortly before she died "Do you see him? He's behind you. He's going to kill me, and then he's coming for her. He says so." I get the vibe that something in that room does not want the patients in the second bed cared for.
Re: Maryland -- The Beltsville Goatman
Posted by:
HollyHobby
()
Date: July 23, 2013 09:34AM
Many years ago, my sister and our parents were in the car; Dad was driving. Dad was a quiet man and he drove on,
expressionlessly, while Mom described what it was like to be married for such a long time. Mom and Dad had married
young, and had remained very much in love for going on 35 years.
"When you've been married as long as I have," Mom said, "you know exactly what the other person is going to say or
do before they can say or do it".
My Dad, who had until then appeared to not even be listening to the conversation, suddenly said, "I bet you don't
know what I'm about to do".
Mom said, "Oh, yeah?", disbelievingly.
Without a word, Dad reached into his shirt, pulled out a fabric softener sheet, and handed it to her. We all
(except Dad, who resumed appearing unresponsive) laughed until we cried. Bear in mind, now, that the particular
type of fabric softener sheet was discontinued shortly thereafter.
A few years later, Dad died from lung Cancer. Mom was out of her mind with grief; I feared she would commit suicide.
Instead, she remarried to a very nice gentleman whom she cared for very much, but who could not replace my Dad in her
heart. Mom and my step-dad, Carl, built a new home together.
It was my parents' wedding anniversary and Mom was depressed, missing my Dad. Carl took her out to dinner to try to
cheer her up. When they got home, he turned on the stereo to the oldies station they liked, and they danced together.
The next song that came on was my Dad's song for my Mom: "I Don't Know Why I Love You Like I Do".
Mom couldn't help but start to cry. She excused herself and fled to the laundry room and started folding things, trying
to distract herself. She pulled a shirt out of the dryer, and a fabric softener sheet fell out of it. Of course it was
that same kind that Dad had handed to her in the car that day, the kind that had been discontinued many years before.
I like to think Dad played that song for her, and gave her the fabric softener sheet to assure her, in his own quirky way,
that his love was still strong.
expressionlessly, while Mom described what it was like to be married for such a long time. Mom and Dad had married
young, and had remained very much in love for going on 35 years.
"When you've been married as long as I have," Mom said, "you know exactly what the other person is going to say or
do before they can say or do it".
My Dad, who had until then appeared to not even be listening to the conversation, suddenly said, "I bet you don't
know what I'm about to do".
Mom said, "Oh, yeah?", disbelievingly.
Without a word, Dad reached into his shirt, pulled out a fabric softener sheet, and handed it to her. We all
(except Dad, who resumed appearing unresponsive) laughed until we cried. Bear in mind, now, that the particular
type of fabric softener sheet was discontinued shortly thereafter.
A few years later, Dad died from lung Cancer. Mom was out of her mind with grief; I feared she would commit suicide.
Instead, she remarried to a very nice gentleman whom she cared for very much, but who could not replace my Dad in her
heart. Mom and my step-dad, Carl, built a new home together.
It was my parents' wedding anniversary and Mom was depressed, missing my Dad. Carl took her out to dinner to try to
cheer her up. When they got home, he turned on the stereo to the oldies station they liked, and they danced together.
The next song that came on was my Dad's song for my Mom: "I Don't Know Why I Love You Like I Do".
Mom couldn't help but start to cry. She excused herself and fled to the laundry room and started folding things, trying
to distract herself. She pulled a shirt out of the dryer, and a fabric softener sheet fell out of it. Of course it was
that same kind that Dad had handed to her in the car that day, the kind that had been discontinued many years before.
I like to think Dad played that song for her, and gave her the fabric softener sheet to assure her, in his own quirky way,
that his love was still strong.
Re: Louisiana -- The Morgan City Monster
Posted by:
asdfasdfafsd
()
Date: July 23, 2013 09:34AM
Watch out y'all! Wrote:
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> In December of 2010, a nature photographer checked
> on a trail camera he'd set up to film wild animals
> in a reserve in Morgan City, Louisiana. The camera
> was smashed, but its SIM card survived. When the
> photographer uploaded the camera's final images he
> was shocked at what he found. Instead of a wild
> animal, his camera caught the image of a ghostly,
> near-transparent humanoid figure. The anonymous
> photographer let a local news station run the
> footage, but no one could explain the humanoid.
Jesus that picture is scary!
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> In December of 2010, a nature photographer checked
> on a trail camera he'd set up to film wild animals
> in a reserve in Morgan City, Louisiana. The camera
> was smashed, but its SIM card survived. When the
> photographer uploaded the camera's final images he
> was shocked at what he found. Instead of a wild
> animal, his camera caught the image of a ghostly,
> near-transparent humanoid figure. The anonymous
> photographer let a local news station run the
> footage, but no one could explain the humanoid.
Jesus that picture is scary!
Re: Louisiana -- The Morgan City Monster
Posted by:
kylie
()
Date: July 23, 2013 09:41AM
Last Saturday we had a spooky incident, and I was totally gobsmacked about it!.
Ours is a pretty new facility, just over a year old. Although there have been several deaths on the wards, there have been none in theater, no staff members have passed away, with the sole exception of one nurse who worked in surgical and never worked a day in theater.
I was busy with a patient in PACU and the nurse assisting me suddenly said, "Who's that woman? She just walked into the store room!" So I told her to go and look, and ask what she wanted. There was no-one there....
Whoever or whatever she was, she was small, plump, dark-complexioned and wearing scrubs, and there was no-one on duty who fitted that description!
Apparently this was not the first time strange apparitions have been seen either. One of the cleaners was walking towards the door into CSSD when a woman came through the doorway; being a perfect gentleman, he stood back, half bowed and said, "Come through, lady." He was wearing one of the gowns we put on when we leave the theater complex. This suddenly billowed up as though in a wind, and when he looked up, the woman was gone.
Old hospitals are always haunted-they have seen so much death and strong emotions it would be impossible for them not to be, but I would have thought it was a bit too soon for the ghosts to start appearing in a new one.
I'm now doing some research to find out the history of the site...
Ours is a pretty new facility, just over a year old. Although there have been several deaths on the wards, there have been none in theater, no staff members have passed away, with the sole exception of one nurse who worked in surgical and never worked a day in theater.
I was busy with a patient in PACU and the nurse assisting me suddenly said, "Who's that woman? She just walked into the store room!" So I told her to go and look, and ask what she wanted. There was no-one there....
Whoever or whatever she was, she was small, plump, dark-complexioned and wearing scrubs, and there was no-one on duty who fitted that description!
Apparently this was not the first time strange apparitions have been seen either. One of the cleaners was walking towards the door into CSSD when a woman came through the doorway; being a perfect gentleman, he stood back, half bowed and said, "Come through, lady." He was wearing one of the gowns we put on when we leave the theater complex. This suddenly billowed up as though in a wind, and when he looked up, the woman was gone.
Old hospitals are always haunted-they have seen so much death and strong emotions it would be impossible for them not to be, but I would have thought it was a bit too soon for the ghosts to start appearing in a new one.
I'm now doing some research to find out the history of the site...
Re: Louisiana -- The Morgan City Monster
Posted by:
mmced
()
Date: July 23, 2013 09:42AM
One day I was doing homework in my room on my desk with my back turned towards the door and my brother walks in
and ask me if I want to go to the mall with him and mom. I say no and hear the door slam as they leave.
Someone (who I assumed was my brother) walked into my room and left quickly. I soon realized that my mom and brother
had left and my dad was at work. I called my brother scared and he said he left a while ago and hadn't been home since.
It was so scary knowing someone I didn't know came into my room. Also one day I came home from school put a microwaveable soup
in the microwave and took out a spoon from the cupboard. I distinctly remember closing the drawer.
I go change and come back and all the drawers a open perfectly half way, each and every one of them. Also on one occasion
me and my brother both woke up ( we share a room and have bunk beds) at the exact same time in the middle of the night because
we could feel someone in our room but our room was too dark to see anything and we were even afraid to talk to each other.
and ask me if I want to go to the mall with him and mom. I say no and hear the door slam as they leave.
Someone (who I assumed was my brother) walked into my room and left quickly. I soon realized that my mom and brother
had left and my dad was at work. I called my brother scared and he said he left a while ago and hadn't been home since.
It was so scary knowing someone I didn't know came into my room. Also one day I came home from school put a microwaveable soup
in the microwave and took out a spoon from the cupboard. I distinctly remember closing the drawer.
I go change and come back and all the drawers a open perfectly half way, each and every one of them. Also on one occasion
me and my brother both woke up ( we share a room and have bunk beds) at the exact same time in the middle of the night because
we could feel someone in our room but our room was too dark to see anything and we were even afraid to talk to each other.
Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
mdrkan
()
Date: July 23, 2013 09:46AM
When I was a little girl my bedroom was always very cold no matter what the thermostat for the house was set at. Our house was a new construction, in other words our family was the first to inhabit our home. I recall so clearly as I was growing up that I always felt as though I was not alone. So much so that I began talking to the whatever it was. At times I would feel something brush by my arm, but of course there was nothing/no one there. I never told a soul. I just dealt with it. Well now to fast forward to many many years later my best friend had some friends over her house to hang out. One of the guests claimed to be psychic and said she would do complimentary readings for everyone. Well, when I sat down and did the card thing she required she looked me in the eyes and said, "You must stop speaking to the spirits in your bedroom" I freaked out. I was embarassed and crying and Scared. Like I said, I had never told anyone, including my best friend. The psychic said that they were not necessarily bad spirits but that I should not encourage. SHe advised me to go home and rebuke the spirits from my room or something like that. I did do what she advised. Not long after that I moved out of my parents house and got my own place 2500 miles away. LOL
Next story............I was about 9 years old and was attending my Uncles wake. While sitting there staring at him, I totally saw him get up out of the casket. I screamed. Of course everyone said it was my imagination but I know differently, especially after reading all these awesome posts.
Next story............I was about 9 years old and was attending my Uncles wake. While sitting there staring at him, I totally saw him get up out of the casket. I screamed. Of course everyone said it was my imagination but I know differently, especially after reading all these awesome posts.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
sleepysnr
()
Date: July 23, 2013 10:06AM
colza Wrote:
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> I was briefly married to a man who did not snore.
> But when I would get up in the morning to shower
> before work, I would hear loud snoring coming from
> my room through the shared wall between my bedroom
> and the bathroom. Then I would exit the bathroom
> and the snoring would stop. Back in the bathroom,
> I heard the snoring again. My ex was quietly
> asleep the whole time, never ever snoring.
>
> I had a boyfriend in high school who had definite
> hauntings in his home. The dog would bark at the
> wall near the floor in the living room with its
> hair standing on end and we never saw
> anything...but sure heard some crazy
> scuffling/scratching noises that moved around
> quickly. There was a cold spot in one of the
> bedrooms that we could put our hands through. It
> was always there, summer and winter. I was scared
> to death in that room. It faced east and never
> would the daylight get in there, not even at
> sunrise, it was always dark. Then there was a
> closet in the living room that I couldn't stand,
> it gave me the willies every time I had to be near
> it or open the door. I felt that something evil
> was in there. I think whatever the dog was barking
> at was usually in that closet and it came out once
> in a while. I often felt that something was
> watching me no matter what room I was in, and I
> was sure it didn't like me.
>
> I saw the tall dark ghost with the top hat that so
> many of you have described. I was about 12 or 13
> and in my bathroom at dad's house fixing my hair
> in the mirror. I saw the man's reflection in that
> mirror floating down the hall toward my bedroom. I
> looked out of the bathroom toward my room and a
> bright glow was eminating out of the doorway as he
> disappeared into it. Right away I told dad and he
> told me to never mention this to anybody because
> he didn't want anyone to think I was crazy. And of
> course he said he didn't believe it anyway. I've
> never mentioned it to him since but I know good
> and well what I saw. And I wasn't scared of it at
> all.
>
> I've had the conscious paralysis episodes too that
> have been described in many posts. I can hear
> myself breathing but I can't control it, cannot
> move or speak. During one of these episodes I saw
> an image of a distinguished older well groomed man
> with silvery hair and beard, telling me what
> sounded like "You have not learned!" Somehow I
> wasn't scared by this and quickly came out of it.
> I was in my very early 20's at the time and I
> don't know what exactly what he meant. Who was he?
> G-d maybe, or a guardian angel? What haven't I
> learned yet that I need to? Not sure, but I keep
> searching and learning throughout my life. I keep
> hoping he will send me another message someday.
>
> I have seen ghosts of animals. I told someone once
> that I saw a small dog in their home peeking at me
> and then going into a certain bedroom. This
> brought great comfort to them because they had to
> put their beloved pet down when he became severely
> ill and they had felt guilt about it for years.
> They told me the dog loved to go into the room I
> saw him going to and he would sleep under the bed
> every night.
>
> Recently I saw what looked like a siamese cat
> looking at me in my house. The previous owners had
> two older siamese cats that they took with them
> out of state when they moved. I'm wondering if one
> of them passed around the time I saw the ghost but
> I'll probably never know.
>
> I hear lots of strange noises in my current home.
> It sounds like someone is walking around upstairs
> when I'm on the ground floor. We don't hear those
> same noises when we are upstairs.
>
> Several times I've had sensations of someone
> running their fingers through my hair. Once at a
> hospital during my student nurse clinicals and
> another time when I was visiting a relative in a
> very old house. Strangely I was not afraid.
>
> I've heard my name whispered in my ears on
> numerous occasions but could never pinpoint it to
> anything or anyone in particular.
>
> Right after my beloved grandfather passed away I
> had a very vivid dream that he telephoned me. He
> said he wasn't sure what was going on asked me
> what had happened to him. I said "Grandpa, you
> just died two days ago!" He replied with perfect
> voice and intonation, "Oh my heavens!" I
> immediately had the sense of mind to ask him where
> he was, and he said he wasn't sure. I asked him
> what he could see, and he wasn't sure. I asked him
> what he could hear, and again he wasn't sure. Then
> he asked me in a scared tone if he could come over
> to my house, and I said, "Sure grandpa, I'm going
> to the front door right now to see if I can find
> you!" I opened the door, and could clearly see the
> neighborhood as if I was actually looking around
> at it. I called out for grandpa and then I woke
> up, and began sobbing inconsolably. It was
> absolutely the most vivid dream I'd ever had, and
> his voice and inflections were exactly as they
> were in real life. I felt like I had actually had
> a conversation with him. I've tried to tell a few
> people I trust and they just said that it must be
> because I feel so sad about losing him. I firmly
> believe he and I had a real conversation in our
> own way. He died in 2003 and I still miss him
> terribly. I wish I could have another one of those
> dreams where he and I can talk again so I can try
> to find out how he is doing, and if he is with my
> grandma who died about 5 years before that.
>
> There are more experiences that I will share
> another time.
When I was 20 I realized that I was little more sensitive to the deceased than others. my mom and her sisters are as well.
My grandmother died when I was 16. not long after she died I woke up in the middle of the night to someone whispering my name. I said "what?" and I kept hearing it. it sounded like my grandma so I opened my bedroom door because that’s where I heard it from. when I turned on the light I saw my dog staring at me. she looked as if she had seen a ghost and ran up the stairs. to this day I swore it was my grandmother trying to tell me something. but I don’t know what it was.
Another story happened all within a week. I lost a friend in a car accident almost 2 yrs. ago. around the one yr. anniversary I kept seeing something out of the corner of my eye. like a shadow. I thought it was just my eyelashes and didn’t think much of it. one day I was letting my dogs out when I saw something again out of the corner of my eye. I looked real quick and it looked like a hooded figure running along my house and then disappeared. I don’t know if it was my friend brain but he did die 1/4 mile away from my house. I still get chills when I think about. 2 days later I got in my car on my way to school. go to back up and as I look in my rear view mirror I see the shadow again and then it goes out the window. now I am convinced that this is an evil spirit coming to kill me on my way to school. nothing happened that day but it still freaked me out. I don’t see the shadows anymore.
My mom is also convinced that my grandmother breaks our appliances. she will see her in a dream and then within the next week an appliance will break. they didn’t have the best relationship...
-------------------------------------------------------
> I was briefly married to a man who did not snore.
> But when I would get up in the morning to shower
> before work, I would hear loud snoring coming from
> my room through the shared wall between my bedroom
> and the bathroom. Then I would exit the bathroom
> and the snoring would stop. Back in the bathroom,
> I heard the snoring again. My ex was quietly
> asleep the whole time, never ever snoring.
>
> I had a boyfriend in high school who had definite
> hauntings in his home. The dog would bark at the
> wall near the floor in the living room with its
> hair standing on end and we never saw
> anything...but sure heard some crazy
> scuffling/scratching noises that moved around
> quickly. There was a cold spot in one of the
> bedrooms that we could put our hands through. It
> was always there, summer and winter. I was scared
> to death in that room. It faced east and never
> would the daylight get in there, not even at
> sunrise, it was always dark. Then there was a
> closet in the living room that I couldn't stand,
> it gave me the willies every time I had to be near
> it or open the door. I felt that something evil
> was in there. I think whatever the dog was barking
> at was usually in that closet and it came out once
> in a while. I often felt that something was
> watching me no matter what room I was in, and I
> was sure it didn't like me.
>
> I saw the tall dark ghost with the top hat that so
> many of you have described. I was about 12 or 13
> and in my bathroom at dad's house fixing my hair
> in the mirror. I saw the man's reflection in that
> mirror floating down the hall toward my bedroom. I
> looked out of the bathroom toward my room and a
> bright glow was eminating out of the doorway as he
> disappeared into it. Right away I told dad and he
> told me to never mention this to anybody because
> he didn't want anyone to think I was crazy. And of
> course he said he didn't believe it anyway. I've
> never mentioned it to him since but I know good
> and well what I saw. And I wasn't scared of it at
> all.
>
> I've had the conscious paralysis episodes too that
> have been described in many posts. I can hear
> myself breathing but I can't control it, cannot
> move or speak. During one of these episodes I saw
> an image of a distinguished older well groomed man
> with silvery hair and beard, telling me what
> sounded like "You have not learned!" Somehow I
> wasn't scared by this and quickly came out of it.
> I was in my very early 20's at the time and I
> don't know what exactly what he meant. Who was he?
> G-d maybe, or a guardian angel? What haven't I
> learned yet that I need to? Not sure, but I keep
> searching and learning throughout my life. I keep
> hoping he will send me another message someday.
>
> I have seen ghosts of animals. I told someone once
> that I saw a small dog in their home peeking at me
> and then going into a certain bedroom. This
> brought great comfort to them because they had to
> put their beloved pet down when he became severely
> ill and they had felt guilt about it for years.
> They told me the dog loved to go into the room I
> saw him going to and he would sleep under the bed
> every night.
>
> Recently I saw what looked like a siamese cat
> looking at me in my house. The previous owners had
> two older siamese cats that they took with them
> out of state when they moved. I'm wondering if one
> of them passed around the time I saw the ghost but
> I'll probably never know.
>
> I hear lots of strange noises in my current home.
> It sounds like someone is walking around upstairs
> when I'm on the ground floor. We don't hear those
> same noises when we are upstairs.
>
> Several times I've had sensations of someone
> running their fingers through my hair. Once at a
> hospital during my student nurse clinicals and
> another time when I was visiting a relative in a
> very old house. Strangely I was not afraid.
>
> I've heard my name whispered in my ears on
> numerous occasions but could never pinpoint it to
> anything or anyone in particular.
>
> Right after my beloved grandfather passed away I
> had a very vivid dream that he telephoned me. He
> said he wasn't sure what was going on asked me
> what had happened to him. I said "Grandpa, you
> just died two days ago!" He replied with perfect
> voice and intonation, "Oh my heavens!" I
> immediately had the sense of mind to ask him where
> he was, and he said he wasn't sure. I asked him
> what he could see, and he wasn't sure. I asked him
> what he could hear, and again he wasn't sure. Then
> he asked me in a scared tone if he could come over
> to my house, and I said, "Sure grandpa, I'm going
> to the front door right now to see if I can find
> you!" I opened the door, and could clearly see the
> neighborhood as if I was actually looking around
> at it. I called out for grandpa and then I woke
> up, and began sobbing inconsolably. It was
> absolutely the most vivid dream I'd ever had, and
> his voice and inflections were exactly as they
> were in real life. I felt like I had actually had
> a conversation with him. I've tried to tell a few
> people I trust and they just said that it must be
> because I feel so sad about losing him. I firmly
> believe he and I had a real conversation in our
> own way. He died in 2003 and I still miss him
> terribly. I wish I could have another one of those
> dreams where he and I can talk again so I can try
> to find out how he is doing, and if he is with my
> grandma who died about 5 years before that.
>
> There are more experiences that I will share
> another time.
When I was 20 I realized that I was little more sensitive to the deceased than others. my mom and her sisters are as well.
My grandmother died when I was 16. not long after she died I woke up in the middle of the night to someone whispering my name. I said "what?" and I kept hearing it. it sounded like my grandma so I opened my bedroom door because that’s where I heard it from. when I turned on the light I saw my dog staring at me. she looked as if she had seen a ghost and ran up the stairs. to this day I swore it was my grandmother trying to tell me something. but I don’t know what it was.
Another story happened all within a week. I lost a friend in a car accident almost 2 yrs. ago. around the one yr. anniversary I kept seeing something out of the corner of my eye. like a shadow. I thought it was just my eyelashes and didn’t think much of it. one day I was letting my dogs out when I saw something again out of the corner of my eye. I looked real quick and it looked like a hooded figure running along my house and then disappeared. I don’t know if it was my friend brain but he did die 1/4 mile away from my house. I still get chills when I think about. 2 days later I got in my car on my way to school. go to back up and as I look in my rear view mirror I see the shadow again and then it goes out the window. now I am convinced that this is an evil spirit coming to kill me on my way to school. nothing happened that day but it still freaked me out. I don’t see the shadows anymore.
My mom is also convinced that my grandmother breaks our appliances. she will see her in a dream and then within the next week an appliance will break. they didn’t have the best relationship...
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Sahara311
()
Date: July 23, 2013 10:23AM
During clinicals at Nursing school over the last summer, we went to a older hospital that had been converted to
a Rehab unit after a hurricane...It is a 3 story facility, but only the top floor is used.
The elevator would stop on the 2nd floor everytime, which was being used only for storage, and being inquisitive
I asked the staff and found out that supposedly the 2nd floor is haunted by an old ghost doctor who worked and
died on the unit...I just HAD to investigate! I grabbed a classmate and upon stepping onto the vacant, darkened
unit, a callbell was on.....we walked in and turned it off.
What we weren't told is that 2nd floor was the old OR floor. It was pretty creepy walking through the old surgical
suites. Well, once we had made an entire trip around the unit we came back to the nurses' station, which was adjacent
to the elevator....as we rounded the corner to face the elevators, the doors to the elevator FLEW open and all the
call bells went off, as if to say, "Get out!"
a Rehab unit after a hurricane...It is a 3 story facility, but only the top floor is used.
The elevator would stop on the 2nd floor everytime, which was being used only for storage, and being inquisitive
I asked the staff and found out that supposedly the 2nd floor is haunted by an old ghost doctor who worked and
died on the unit...I just HAD to investigate! I grabbed a classmate and upon stepping onto the vacant, darkened
unit, a callbell was on.....we walked in and turned it off.
What we weren't told is that 2nd floor was the old OR floor. It was pretty creepy walking through the old surgical
suites. Well, once we had made an entire trip around the unit we came back to the nurses' station, which was adjacent
to the elevator....as we rounded the corner to face the elevators, the doors to the elevator FLEW open and all the
call bells went off, as if to say, "Get out!"
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
melsch
()
Date: July 23, 2013 10:33AM
I have a new one, and if my co workers read this they will know who I am as we have been comparing stories. A few of us have had unexplained experiences over the past few months on one wing of our building. Two of the nurses have distinctly heard a woman's voice calling "help me, please help me" and even using the name of the nurse - no one else was around and all the patients were sleeping. We also had a patient die one night and his mouth was open, an hour later the staff went in to do something and his mouth was closed and he was smiling.
On the same wing I heard footsteps one night and assumed that my co worker was coming down the hall way, which was unusual as he was supposed to be on his break. I looked in all the rooms but couldn't find him and when I went back to the main dining room he was still in the recliner taking a nap, and hadn't moved since I went down the hall. And the other night there was 3 of us standing in the kitchen when we heard the distinct squeek of wheels on the cart. I thought it was the student nurse, but she came out of the nursing station and said no it wasn't her, but maybe the lady in room 9, until we realized that that room was empty. I am sure it is just one of our recent patients who has not quite left us, and they are not there to do us any harm, I am just hoping they find a way to finish their journey peacefully, before they scare too many of the staff.
On the same wing I heard footsteps one night and assumed that my co worker was coming down the hall way, which was unusual as he was supposed to be on his break. I looked in all the rooms but couldn't find him and when I went back to the main dining room he was still in the recliner taking a nap, and hadn't moved since I went down the hall. And the other night there was 3 of us standing in the kitchen when we heard the distinct squeek of wheels on the cart. I thought it was the student nurse, but she came out of the nursing station and said no it wasn't her, but maybe the lady in room 9, until we realized that that room was empty. I am sure it is just one of our recent patients who has not quite left us, and they are not there to do us any harm, I am just hoping they find a way to finish their journey peacefully, before they scare too many of the staff.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
LeeyuhRae
()
Date: July 23, 2013 11:08AM
The house my family and I moved into whenever I was around 7 had a family that lived in there before us. The man that lived there before us had died in the home, though I can't remember how exactly. Whenever I was around 8 or 9 I'd see him occasionally in my room. He'd sometimes walk up to my bed (I had bunk beds and slept on the top) and just hold on to the railing, then walk through the door and leave.
Whenever I was a little bit older I was sleeping over at a friend of mine's house with my little brother. My friend lives in one of those old plantation homes here in the south (I believe his home was built in the late 1700's) and it always gave me a really weird feeling. Well one night I'm sleeping there.. since my friend is a guy and I'm a girl he slept in a different room and my brother slept in that room too. His mom slept down stairs for some reason, and I slept upstairs. All of the windows were closed, but in the middle of the night the curtains behind me started blowing and I felt it get really cold. The stairs to the attic passed right in front of the door of the room I was in and I had the door open. It was pretty dark, but it was light enough from the moon shining through the window that I would be able to see if my friend/brother/friend's mom passed by. As the curtains were blowing and I felt it get really cold I started hearing foot steps. I looked at the staircase and I KNEW somebody (something?) was there but my friend/brother/friend's mom weren't there. I could hear my friend's mom still snoring downstairs and I said out loud ""C"? "J"?" but neither of them answered. When everything got back to normal I GOT OUT OF THERE lol. I went downstairs and told my friend's mom what happened, we checked the boys' rooms and they were still asleep and my window was closed and the AC and fan weren't even on. We also checked the house for any intruders but nobody was there, all the doors were locked and windows secured.. It was really weird.
Whenever I was a little bit older I was sleeping over at a friend of mine's house with my little brother. My friend lives in one of those old plantation homes here in the south (I believe his home was built in the late 1700's) and it always gave me a really weird feeling. Well one night I'm sleeping there.. since my friend is a guy and I'm a girl he slept in a different room and my brother slept in that room too. His mom slept down stairs for some reason, and I slept upstairs. All of the windows were closed, but in the middle of the night the curtains behind me started blowing and I felt it get really cold. The stairs to the attic passed right in front of the door of the room I was in and I had the door open. It was pretty dark, but it was light enough from the moon shining through the window that I would be able to see if my friend/brother/friend's mom passed by. As the curtains were blowing and I felt it get really cold I started hearing foot steps. I looked at the staircase and I KNEW somebody (something?) was there but my friend/brother/friend's mom weren't there. I could hear my friend's mom still snoring downstairs and I said out loud ""C"? "J"?" but neither of them answered. When everything got back to normal I GOT OUT OF THERE lol. I went downstairs and told my friend's mom what happened, we checked the boys' rooms and they were still asleep and my window was closed and the AC and fan weren't even on. We also checked the house for any intruders but nobody was there, all the doors were locked and windows secured.. It was really weird.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
cleback
()
Date: July 23, 2013 11:13AM
My mom used to work in a nursing home that used to be a orphanage back in the 50s. She told me that she would
always hear multiple residents complaining of hearing children running around at night. It's not unusual for
someone with dementia to hallucinate or insist something happened, but it is unusual for residents in different
rooms to report the same things the same night...
I worked PMs at a small nursing home as a CNA for almost 2 years. We only had about 30 beds spread among two
halls. Many of the rooms were double occupancy, so each hall only had about 9 rooms each. In addition to those
two halls, we had an older, unoccupied section used only by the beautician and for storage. Occasionally, at
night, we would have the call lights go off in this section. Strangely, they never went off during the day
(that I'm aware of). Additionally, one night at the end of the shift, the aides and I were sitting at the nurses
station when I heard the sound of a walker making its way across the linoleum floor. Thinking a resident was
trying to make it to the bathroom (most residents were fall risks) , I got up and started down the hall to
see who it was. Another aide also got up and headed down the other hall. We both came back immediately.
Everyone was fast asleep. The other two aides just smiled at each other... They believed it to be the spirit
of resident who died a week before I started. She had been semi-independent and was one of the handful of
residents who used a walker.
I only heard the sound maybe two times after that... Never could explain it. Just glad I didn't accept the
nights position offered to me after graduation... yikes!
always hear multiple residents complaining of hearing children running around at night. It's not unusual for
someone with dementia to hallucinate or insist something happened, but it is unusual for residents in different
rooms to report the same things the same night...
I worked PMs at a small nursing home as a CNA for almost 2 years. We only had about 30 beds spread among two
halls. Many of the rooms were double occupancy, so each hall only had about 9 rooms each. In addition to those
two halls, we had an older, unoccupied section used only by the beautician and for storage. Occasionally, at
night, we would have the call lights go off in this section. Strangely, they never went off during the day
(that I'm aware of). Additionally, one night at the end of the shift, the aides and I were sitting at the nurses
station when I heard the sound of a walker making its way across the linoleum floor. Thinking a resident was
trying to make it to the bathroom (most residents were fall risks) , I got up and started down the hall to
see who it was. Another aide also got up and headed down the other hall. We both came back immediately.
Everyone was fast asleep. The other two aides just smiled at each other... They believed it to be the spirit
of resident who died a week before I started. She had been semi-independent and was one of the handful of
residents who used a walker.
I only heard the sound maybe two times after that... Never could explain it. Just glad I didn't accept the
nights position offered to me after graduation... yikes!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Cessna172
()
Date: July 23, 2013 11:19AM
Around 1998, I was a new nurse in a small hospital. This old lady, probably late 80's or 90 years old was one of the
patients whose room was across from the nursing station. I remember her being scared, and very "needy" as in that
she just wanted someone to stay with her. I stayed with her and talked, but I had to tend to my other patients as
well, but she didn't want to be alone. So I asked the charge nurse if she could sit in a chair at the nurses station
and the nurse agreed. The patient hadn't been bed ridden or anything, so we didn't see a problem with it. I placed her
in a chair, and covered her with a blanket, and she appeared so happy just to be out of that room. Well, I was down
the hall, and sure enough, the patient codes right there in the nurses station. She died soon afterward, but I wondered
if she had sensed she would soon die and was frightened by that.
patients whose room was across from the nursing station. I remember her being scared, and very "needy" as in that
she just wanted someone to stay with her. I stayed with her and talked, but I had to tend to my other patients as
well, but she didn't want to be alone. So I asked the charge nurse if she could sit in a chair at the nurses station
and the nurse agreed. The patient hadn't been bed ridden or anything, so we didn't see a problem with it. I placed her
in a chair, and covered her with a blanket, and she appeared so happy just to be out of that room. Well, I was down
the hall, and sure enough, the patient codes right there in the nurses station. She died soon afterward, but I wondered
if she had sensed she would soon die and was frightened by that.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
streetbob66
()
Date: July 23, 2013 11:24AM
My olderst son who is almost 13 at the age of 3 on the night of December 7, 2001 caught on fire at his father's house. 20% of his body had 2nd and 3rd degree burns. He spent almost a month in an Intensive Care Burn Unit. I was either with him or at a near by Ronald McDonald house. When he came home I had a lot of nursing care to give to my son, I learned more about being a burn nurse than I ever wanted to. When I would try to explain to my son who was four that I knew that what I did hurt and I was sorry I had to do it to help him get better it was a hared thing to do. I once asked him who helped him get better at the hospital and he would say the doctors, nurses, mommy and NiNi. NiNi is what my son called my grandmother. This all seems normal I know but my grandmother had died August 1, 2000, almost 4 months before the fire. I didn't feel creeped out just peaceful knowing that my grandmother is still around and helped my son feel better. The two of them were close and she called him her prince. I was thankful that she was not alive to see this happen to him but I guess she knew anyway and was there with him when he needed her the most. My son who is almost 13 now has no memory of any of the events just the scars. I have memories that are hard to live with but as I write this I think that somehow my grandmother was and is still with me to help throught the tough times in life. Thanks Noni for looking after my boys when I am not able to be there. You are still very much loved and missed. Your princess, the mother of the prince.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ruby Vee
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Date: July 23, 2013 11:26AM
mom has alzheimer's; she's lived in assisted living since dad died two years ago. you'd be surprised how many people give me a hard time about not having her live with me, but this is the decision that mom made back when she was still able to make good decisions. she's lived in the same small town her whole life and she knows everyone in it, their ancestors and their various descendants.
mom is getting to the stage where she can't remember where she is, what's going on or even that dad died. so every time i talk to her it's the same thing. "why do i have to live here?"
"because your memory is too bad for you to live on your own."
"what about your father? he can take care of me."
"he died, mom."
"are you sure? he was just here, and i think he went to work."
so the other night when she insisted that dad had just been to see her and told her not to worry about him because he was just fine, i was sure it was the alzheimer's talking. until i started chatting with the lady who lives across the hall from mom. mom was talking about dad, and the other lady piped up "i thought your father had died, but i saw him walk into your mother's room about an hour ago." that lady has no cognitive issues -- she's in assisted living because she's paraplegic.
mom is getting to the stage where she can't remember where she is, what's going on or even that dad died. so every time i talk to her it's the same thing. "why do i have to live here?"
"because your memory is too bad for you to live on your own."
"what about your father? he can take care of me."
"he died, mom."
"are you sure? he was just here, and i think he went to work."
so the other night when she insisted that dad had just been to see her and told her not to worry about him because he was just fine, i was sure it was the alzheimer's talking. until i started chatting with the lady who lives across the hall from mom. mom was talking about dad, and the other lady piped up "i thought your father had died, but i saw him walk into your mother's room about an hour ago." that lady has no cognitive issues -- she's in assisted living because she's paraplegic.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
oklahomagal
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Date: July 23, 2013 11:28AM
On June 9th 2005 I woke from a dream where I was in a container of some sort, holding on to my daughter for dear life. The Container was rolling and wrenching and I felt smothered. I was crying to God the whole time to protect my daughter. In the end of the dream my daughter and I were walking towards the hottest white light you could ever imagine. I woke up hyperventalating, crying, sweating, shaking and just so scared. It took me a few seconds to realize that I had been dreaming. I immediatly told my husband who just blew me off and got up and got ready for work. I was still crying and stuff so I called my best friend. Christy (best friend) managed to calm me down and talk to me. The thing that she said to me that really stuck with me was " Carla, maybe God was trying to show you that dying isn't really that bad."
I went about my day and calmed down, but around 3 am the next morning my Best Friends husband called and told me that his wife and daughter died in a car accident that afternoon. It was a very horrible accident, hit at a high rate of speed by a drunk driver and both of them died upon impact. All these years later her words are all that I need to know that she was ok.
I went about my day and calmed down, but around 3 am the next morning my Best Friends husband called and told me that his wife and daughter died in a car accident that afternoon. It was a very horrible accident, hit at a high rate of speed by a drunk driver and both of them died upon impact. All these years later her words are all that I need to know that she was ok.
Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Woman In White on Train Tracks
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Date: July 23, 2013 12:02PM
I am currently 20 so this happened when I was about 14. Long story short a local woman was chasing after her son who had a mental disability. He ran across some train tracks so naturally she followed him. He made it across safely she did not. Forward a few months I am in the car with my dad riding to my aunt's house. We cross the same track but not the exact location where the woman was hit and I can see a woman walking on the tracks by herself. She is far off in the distance so I couldn't make out much. However she is close enough that I can make out a white female with long snow white hair and a snow white dress. Strangely enough this occurs in the middle of the day.
Now whether this is the apparition of the woman or just a local I am not sure. However after living in this small town for 8 years I have seen most if not all inhabitants and have yet to come across someone remotely matching my memory.
I do have more true stories I'd be more than happy to post if there is an interest. I can guarantee they are more bone chilling than this one.
Let me know in a comment please and also let me know if anyone else has seen a woman in white apparition as I've heard they are frequently seen in various locations.
Now whether this is the apparition of the woman or just a local I am not sure. However after living in this small town for 8 years I have seen most if not all inhabitants and have yet to come across someone remotely matching my memory.
I do have more true stories I'd be more than happy to post if there is an interest. I can guarantee they are more bone chilling than this one.
Let me know in a comment please and also let me know if anyone else has seen a woman in white apparition as I've heard they are frequently seen in various locations.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
yousoldtheworld
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Date: July 23, 2013 01:08PM
I have a fairly recent one! It's pretty mild, but interesting (and to me, touching) nonetheless. Sorry for the novel, I have to include the backstory.
I work at a children's home for the developmentally disabled. As such, we have a lot of heartbreaking stories - plenty of kids who were born disabled (which is sad but probably unavoidable), but also plenty of abuse and accident victims, as well. Those are the ones I tend to bond with the most.
In particular, there was one boy I just adored. He was born healthy, but when he was 8 he drowned in a wavepool. He was dead, but they were able to resuscitate him. However, the damage to his brain was profound, and he had to come live in our facility. He had to have a trach, he was tubefed, and he was unable to do much with his body. He couldn't communicate, though he was able to make eye contact. He would often get anxious when being cared for and would start to cough or tense up, though he was perfectly relaxed when a few certain people took care of him.
My first day there, I felt an instant connection to this boy. He was the most beautiful kid you can imagine, and it became my personal mission to help ease some of his anxiety and fear. As such, he was always very serene when I was assigned to his group. His mother even commented on how peaceful he seemed when I was there, and she said she never worried when she knew I was working because it was obvious how I cared for him.:redpinkhe
We started to notice that he was just not right. Despite his tubefeed, he was losing weight and just looking awful, and he wasn't voiding or having bms as normal. They did some cultures and labs, and could find no infections or anything. It took the doctors MONTHS to think to do an xray, and they discovered that somehow, his feed tube had moved down into his intestine - no food was getting to his stomach, and he was essentially slowly starving to death.
That day, they sent him out to have corrective surgery. It seemed to go fine, he stayed there and recovered for nearly a week, and then he returned to our facility on my shift. He was a little pale, but seemed okay. I bathed and dressed him for bed, kissed his cheek, and told him I had missed him. About an hour after I left, he passed away.
I was off work for the next few days. I went to his funeral to pay my respects to his family (imagine losing your little boy twice, almost 5 years apart to the day). I said goodbye to him.
When I returned to work a few days later, I was scheduled to work on another wing. The girl who had been scheduled to be on wing 5 (where the boy who passed had been) started having severe abdominal pains on her way to work. She called off and went to the emergency room, and I got bumped to wing 5. (They never figured out why she had the pains...creepy). The girls told me that wing 5 had felt really heavy since the little boy had passed...nothing too weird had happened, but just a strange feeling.
As soon my nurse said I was going to be on Wing 5 and gave me report, an emergency light started going off. Now, my facility does not have call lights...the residents are not able to understand or use them. There are, however, emergency lights to pull in case of seizures, etc.
We saw that the emergency light was going off in the little boy's room. We ran as fast as we could, wondering who could have pulled it, since the aides from that wing were out giving report to us. When I stepped into the room, we saw that it was the light next to the boy's former bed that had been pulled. I glanced at the bed and could have sworn I saw him in it for a second, laying with his stuffed dog, as usual. I first thought another resident had wandered down and climbed into his bed, but when I turned the light on, nothing was there. We turned off the emergency light, and the heavy feeling seemed to lift. Everything from then on seemed normal.
The nurses said he was probably waiting to say goodbye to his favorite aide.
I work at a children's home for the developmentally disabled. As such, we have a lot of heartbreaking stories - plenty of kids who were born disabled (which is sad but probably unavoidable), but also plenty of abuse and accident victims, as well. Those are the ones I tend to bond with the most.
In particular, there was one boy I just adored. He was born healthy, but when he was 8 he drowned in a wavepool. He was dead, but they were able to resuscitate him. However, the damage to his brain was profound, and he had to come live in our facility. He had to have a trach, he was tubefed, and he was unable to do much with his body. He couldn't communicate, though he was able to make eye contact. He would often get anxious when being cared for and would start to cough or tense up, though he was perfectly relaxed when a few certain people took care of him.
My first day there, I felt an instant connection to this boy. He was the most beautiful kid you can imagine, and it became my personal mission to help ease some of his anxiety and fear. As such, he was always very serene when I was assigned to his group. His mother even commented on how peaceful he seemed when I was there, and she said she never worried when she knew I was working because it was obvious how I cared for him.:redpinkhe
We started to notice that he was just not right. Despite his tubefeed, he was losing weight and just looking awful, and he wasn't voiding or having bms as normal. They did some cultures and labs, and could find no infections or anything. It took the doctors MONTHS to think to do an xray, and they discovered that somehow, his feed tube had moved down into his intestine - no food was getting to his stomach, and he was essentially slowly starving to death.
That day, they sent him out to have corrective surgery. It seemed to go fine, he stayed there and recovered for nearly a week, and then he returned to our facility on my shift. He was a little pale, but seemed okay. I bathed and dressed him for bed, kissed his cheek, and told him I had missed him. About an hour after I left, he passed away.
I was off work for the next few days. I went to his funeral to pay my respects to his family (imagine losing your little boy twice, almost 5 years apart to the day). I said goodbye to him.
When I returned to work a few days later, I was scheduled to work on another wing. The girl who had been scheduled to be on wing 5 (where the boy who passed had been) started having severe abdominal pains on her way to work. She called off and went to the emergency room, and I got bumped to wing 5. (They never figured out why she had the pains...creepy). The girls told me that wing 5 had felt really heavy since the little boy had passed...nothing too weird had happened, but just a strange feeling.
As soon my nurse said I was going to be on Wing 5 and gave me report, an emergency light started going off. Now, my facility does not have call lights...the residents are not able to understand or use them. There are, however, emergency lights to pull in case of seizures, etc.
We saw that the emergency light was going off in the little boy's room. We ran as fast as we could, wondering who could have pulled it, since the aides from that wing were out giving report to us. When I stepped into the room, we saw that it was the light next to the boy's former bed that had been pulled. I glanced at the bed and could have sworn I saw him in it for a second, laying with his stuffed dog, as usual. I first thought another resident had wandered down and climbed into his bed, but when I turned the light on, nothing was there. We turned off the emergency light, and the heavy feeling seemed to lift. Everything from then on seemed normal.
The nurses said he was probably waiting to say goodbye to his favorite aide.
Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
carolmaccas66
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Date: July 23, 2013 01:15PM
HollyHobby Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Many years ago, my sister and our parents were in
> the car; Dad was driving. Dad was a quiet man and
> he drove on,
> expressionlessly, while Mom described what it was
> like to be married for such a long time. Mom and
> Dad had married
> young, and had remained very much in love for
> going on 35 years.
>
> "When you've been married as long as I have," Mom
> said, "you know exactly what the other person is
> going to say or
> do before they can say or do it".
>
> My Dad, who had until then appeared to not even be
> listening to the conversation, suddenly said, "I
> bet you don't
> know what I'm about to do".
>
> Mom said, "Oh, yeah?", disbelievingly.
>
> Without a word, Dad reached into his shirt, pulled
> out a fabric softener sheet, and handed it to her.
> We all
> (except Dad, who resumed appearing unresponsive)
> laughed until we cried. Bear in mind, now, that
> the particular
> type of fabric softener sheet was discontinued
> shortly thereafter.
>
> A few years later, Dad died from lung Cancer. Mom
> was out of her mind with grief; I feared she would
> commit suicide.
> Instead, she remarried to a very nice gentleman
> whom she cared for very much, but who could not
> replace my Dad in her
> heart. Mom and my step-dad, Carl, built a new home
> together.
>
> It was my parents' wedding anniversary and Mom was
> depressed, missing my Dad. Carl took her out to
> dinner to try to
> cheer her up. When they got home, he turned on the
> stereo to the oldies station they liked, and they
> danced together.
> The next song that came on was my Dad's song for
> my Mom: "I Don't Know Why I Love You Like I Do".
>
> Mom couldn't help but start to cry. She excused
> herself and fled to the laundry room and started
> folding things, trying
> to distract herself. She pulled a shirt out of the
> dryer, and a fabric softener sheet fell out of it.
> Of course it was
> that same kind that Dad had handed to her in the
> car that day, the kind that had been discontinued
> many years before.
>
> I like to think Dad played that song for her, and
> gave her the fabric softener sheet to assure her,
> in his own quirky way,
> that his love was still strong.
I have a ghost story that a friend of mine had told me. Her Dad (who had died when she was young) had been in the
army & they moved around a lot. Well they had moved to a new army base. She went into to her new room to start unpacking
& 2 get organised. Just as she went to hit the light switch, she felt a hand grab her around the wrist so she screamed,
& coulnd't shake off this hand as it was holding her tightly. Her Mum came running in & turned on the light. Well to their
amazement, this girl had a bruise of what appeared to be finger marks around her wrist & we all know it takes a while for
bruises to appear. She had had no other injuries or accidents to account for the bruises. Other strange things happened
when they were there as well, blankets would be repeatedly pulled off the bed at night when no-one was there, stuff moved
around when no-one was there, hearing voices and laughter etc.
After her Dad died, she was left his army trunk that used to hold all his stuff when he was moving around. Well she used
to be out (lived on her own) and the trunk would be open sometimes - it had a lock with a key in it, and some of her Dad's
things would appear in there that had been put away in storage. No-one had access to her unit at the time. There also used
to be black hand marks on the access hatch to the roof, that hadn't been there the day before. She thought she was being
burgled, but nothing was ever missing and forensic dusting showed no prints at all. It was so bizarre, she never could
explain it. She thought maybe it was her Dad's way of looking over her and letting her know he was still around.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Many years ago, my sister and our parents were in
> the car; Dad was driving. Dad was a quiet man and
> he drove on,
> expressionlessly, while Mom described what it was
> like to be married for such a long time. Mom and
> Dad had married
> young, and had remained very much in love for
> going on 35 years.
>
> "When you've been married as long as I have," Mom
> said, "you know exactly what the other person is
> going to say or
> do before they can say or do it".
>
> My Dad, who had until then appeared to not even be
> listening to the conversation, suddenly said, "I
> bet you don't
> know what I'm about to do".
>
> Mom said, "Oh, yeah?", disbelievingly.
>
> Without a word, Dad reached into his shirt, pulled
> out a fabric softener sheet, and handed it to her.
> We all
> (except Dad, who resumed appearing unresponsive)
> laughed until we cried. Bear in mind, now, that
> the particular
> type of fabric softener sheet was discontinued
> shortly thereafter.
>
> A few years later, Dad died from lung Cancer. Mom
> was out of her mind with grief; I feared she would
> commit suicide.
> Instead, she remarried to a very nice gentleman
> whom she cared for very much, but who could not
> replace my Dad in her
> heart. Mom and my step-dad, Carl, built a new home
> together.
>
> It was my parents' wedding anniversary and Mom was
> depressed, missing my Dad. Carl took her out to
> dinner to try to
> cheer her up. When they got home, he turned on the
> stereo to the oldies station they liked, and they
> danced together.
> The next song that came on was my Dad's song for
> my Mom: "I Don't Know Why I Love You Like I Do".
>
> Mom couldn't help but start to cry. She excused
> herself and fled to the laundry room and started
> folding things, trying
> to distract herself. She pulled a shirt out of the
> dryer, and a fabric softener sheet fell out of it.
> Of course it was
> that same kind that Dad had handed to her in the
> car that day, the kind that had been discontinued
> many years before.
>
> I like to think Dad played that song for her, and
> gave her the fabric softener sheet to assure her,
> in his own quirky way,
> that his love was still strong.
I have a ghost story that a friend of mine had told me. Her Dad (who had died when she was young) had been in the
army & they moved around a lot. Well they had moved to a new army base. She went into to her new room to start unpacking
& 2 get organised. Just as she went to hit the light switch, she felt a hand grab her around the wrist so she screamed,
& coulnd't shake off this hand as it was holding her tightly. Her Mum came running in & turned on the light. Well to their
amazement, this girl had a bruise of what appeared to be finger marks around her wrist & we all know it takes a while for
bruises to appear. She had had no other injuries or accidents to account for the bruises. Other strange things happened
when they were there as well, blankets would be repeatedly pulled off the bed at night when no-one was there, stuff moved
around when no-one was there, hearing voices and laughter etc.
After her Dad died, she was left his army trunk that used to hold all his stuff when he was moving around. Well she used
to be out (lived on her own) and the trunk would be open sometimes - it had a lock with a key in it, and some of her Dad's
things would appear in there that had been put away in storage. No-one had access to her unit at the time. There also used
to be black hand marks on the access hatch to the roof, that hadn't been there the day before. She thought she was being
burgled, but nothing was ever missing and forensic dusting showed no prints at all. It was so bizarre, she never could
explain it. She thought maybe it was her Dad's way of looking over her and letting her know he was still around.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Jdon
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Date: July 23, 2013 01:24PM
I was working in the nicu when we had a threat of a tornado. Some Nurses got pulled to go to a sister hospital in town to assist in the disaster plan.
When all was over one of the nurses returned with this story: She was assissting the nurses in giving some meds before pulling all into the hallways.
Every patient she went to said they already had their meds from that nice nurse in the white uniform and hat. She realized after she left that its been
awhile since a nurse has worn a hat. That story revealed the urban ledgen of Nurse Betty. Story goes she had an affair with a married Doctor, became
pregnant then agreed to allow him to perform an abortion on her on the 2nd floor OR room.She died and he went to jail. She never left the hospital and
was seen frequently. The local newspaper would do an article of her every year around halloween on her sightings. The hospital has since been replaced
with college dorms.
Hmmmm i wonder if any students have seen her?
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When all was over one of the nurses returned with this story: She was assissting the nurses in giving some meds before pulling all into the hallways.
Every patient she went to said they already had their meds from that nice nurse in the white uniform and hat. She realized after she left that its been
awhile since a nurse has worn a hat. That story revealed the urban ledgen of Nurse Betty. Story goes she had an affair with a married Doctor, became
pregnant then agreed to allow him to perform an abortion on her on the 2nd floor OR room.She died and he went to jail. She never left the hospital and
was seen frequently. The local newspaper would do an article of her every year around halloween on her sightings. The hospital has since been replaced
with college dorms.
Hmmmm i wonder if any students have seen her?
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
carolmaccas66
()
Date: July 23, 2013 02:11PM
My uncle (my Mum's brother) told us all this weird story when he moved to live near us after his marriage
disintegrated.
When he was very young he was kind of told by the police to go into the navy, because he had a bad childhood
(drunken, abusive father, very poor) like my Mum, and he'd got into a lot of trouble. Anyway in the navy in
those days, every guy (there were no women in the navy then) drank heavily - it was kind of like a tradition.
My uncle had got off his boat which had docked late, and he was making his way back home to go see a few people.
Well he'd missed the last bus (bus services - in the Scottish highlands especially - were few and far between then),
so he decided to hitchhike out to the country. Well a car eventually came along, it was a fairly old-fashioned type
and he got in and this guy chatted to him for a while. My uncle said he only realised later that this guy was dressed
very old-fasioned as well, which in the highlands and outlying areas was not so uncommon then. They talked about different
things (my uncle can't remember what), but he said this guy was a bit strange, didn't know some of the expressions my
uncle used, or things he mentioned. Many people out there then lived fairly isolated lives, so it wasn't too unusual.
So this guy drove for a while, then stopped near this cemetary and said: 'I can't take you any further.' My uncle thanked
him and got out, the car drove off and kind of disappeared, but because it was so dark, my uncle thought his mind was playing
tricks. He was near a town so walked to the local pub and got a drink, and was telling the publican how this old-fasioned guy
had kindly given him a lift. Well the publican & his wife looked at each other and described this guy and his car down to a
tee.
My uncle was curious, asking: 'How did you know what he was wearing, is he a local around here?' The publican's wife told my
uncle the guy's name and said he used to be like the shire land owner many years ago, who was driving one day, picked up a
hitchhiker and was murdered! They also said: 'Did he drop you off at the cemetary up the road?' My uncle said yeh, and the
wife said: 'That's where he's buried, some people have had lifts from him, watched his car drive off, and actually seen him
walk or float across the cemetary to where he is buried. He won't drive anyone further than that cos that is near where he
died, and where he's buried in the family plot!!"
Well, my uncle said he can remember the smell of the seats in the car, he could have reached across and touched this guy,
he could even smell cigarette smoke in the car, but this guy was a bit 'wooden', not really animated very much. And he remembers
the car kind of just disappearing out of sight.
He also said that after the car had driven off, he remembered there were no smells of petrol (gas) fumes at all, and and no
clouds of smoke from the exhaust in the cold country air. And because there weren't too many cars around at that time, you
would have smelled the fumes out in the open air.
I asked my uncle if he'd been drinking before this happened, and he said no, because they had just docked the boat and cos
he wanted to get home, he'd decided to hitch hike to get home, instead of going to a pub as he'd normally do. The first drink
he'd had was when he'd got to that country pub AFTER he'd seen this ghost.
disintegrated.
When he was very young he was kind of told by the police to go into the navy, because he had a bad childhood
(drunken, abusive father, very poor) like my Mum, and he'd got into a lot of trouble. Anyway in the navy in
those days, every guy (there were no women in the navy then) drank heavily - it was kind of like a tradition.
My uncle had got off his boat which had docked late, and he was making his way back home to go see a few people.
Well he'd missed the last bus (bus services - in the Scottish highlands especially - were few and far between then),
so he decided to hitchhike out to the country. Well a car eventually came along, it was a fairly old-fashioned type
and he got in and this guy chatted to him for a while. My uncle said he only realised later that this guy was dressed
very old-fasioned as well, which in the highlands and outlying areas was not so uncommon then. They talked about different
things (my uncle can't remember what), but he said this guy was a bit strange, didn't know some of the expressions my
uncle used, or things he mentioned. Many people out there then lived fairly isolated lives, so it wasn't too unusual.
So this guy drove for a while, then stopped near this cemetary and said: 'I can't take you any further.' My uncle thanked
him and got out, the car drove off and kind of disappeared, but because it was so dark, my uncle thought his mind was playing
tricks. He was near a town so walked to the local pub and got a drink, and was telling the publican how this old-fasioned guy
had kindly given him a lift. Well the publican & his wife looked at each other and described this guy and his car down to a
tee.
My uncle was curious, asking: 'How did you know what he was wearing, is he a local around here?' The publican's wife told my
uncle the guy's name and said he used to be like the shire land owner many years ago, who was driving one day, picked up a
hitchhiker and was murdered! They also said: 'Did he drop you off at the cemetary up the road?' My uncle said yeh, and the
wife said: 'That's where he's buried, some people have had lifts from him, watched his car drive off, and actually seen him
walk or float across the cemetary to where he is buried. He won't drive anyone further than that cos that is near where he
died, and where he's buried in the family plot!!"
Well, my uncle said he can remember the smell of the seats in the car, he could have reached across and touched this guy,
he could even smell cigarette smoke in the car, but this guy was a bit 'wooden', not really animated very much. And he remembers
the car kind of just disappearing out of sight.
He also said that after the car had driven off, he remembered there were no smells of petrol (gas) fumes at all, and and no
clouds of smoke from the exhaust in the cold country air. And because there weren't too many cars around at that time, you
would have smelled the fumes out in the open air.
I asked my uncle if he'd been drinking before this happened, and he said no, because they had just docked the boat and cos
he wanted to get home, he'd decided to hitch hike to get home, instead of going to a pub as he'd normally do. The first drink
he'd had was when he'd got to that country pub AFTER he'd seen this ghost.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
WayneStateKatie
()
Date: July 23, 2013 02:15PM
Well this is not Fairfax related but thought I'd throw it out here anyway (the glut of ouija board stories a couple pages back reminded me of this story).
As it has been pointed out previously the ouija board was a popular pastime in the 1970s. My mother was invited over by a few other couples for a dinner party. They were all having a good time eating and laughing when someone pulled out a ouija board. They decided to give it a try-- my mother and two other women had their hands on the pointer and one of the husbands was recording everything that came through.
The pointed started flying all over the board and spelled out the name of a young man. He gave his name, and said that he had committed suicide. He said he was from a small town in Wisconsin (I forget the name I would have to ask my mother again) and he wanted them to call his mother and let her know that he was ok. He gave a phone number and then the board was quiet after he delivered his message. The ladies on the board were quite shaken up!
They looked at the phone number for quite some time deciding what to do. They pulled out the yellow pages (ah yes, the time before the internet...) and sure enough the area code was for this town in Wisconsin several states away! They finally decided to try calling the phone number but received a recorded message stating that this phone number had been disconnected. Everyone was freaking out at this point and they tossed the board into the fireplace. My mom didn't mention that they did any further follow up with this young man's message, but she will never go near a board again!
As it has been pointed out previously the ouija board was a popular pastime in the 1970s. My mother was invited over by a few other couples for a dinner party. They were all having a good time eating and laughing when someone pulled out a ouija board. They decided to give it a try-- my mother and two other women had their hands on the pointer and one of the husbands was recording everything that came through.
The pointed started flying all over the board and spelled out the name of a young man. He gave his name, and said that he had committed suicide. He said he was from a small town in Wisconsin (I forget the name I would have to ask my mother again) and he wanted them to call his mother and let her know that he was ok. He gave a phone number and then the board was quiet after he delivered his message. The ladies on the board were quite shaken up!
They looked at the phone number for quite some time deciding what to do. They pulled out the yellow pages (ah yes, the time before the internet...) and sure enough the area code was for this town in Wisconsin several states away! They finally decided to try calling the phone number but received a recorded message stating that this phone number had been disconnected. Everyone was freaking out at this point and they tossed the board into the fireplace. My mom didn't mention that they did any further follow up with this young man's message, but she will never go near a board again!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
robinbird
()
Date: July 23, 2013 02:34PM
This happened about 8 years ago and was told to me by the nurse who experienced it.
A elderly patient was receiving palliative care on our cardiology floor and was expected to die anytime. To make her more comfortable her family brought her her favorite white night gown to wear and her pillow and blankets from home. Her daughter was staying with her one night and brushed her long gray hair and the patient went to sleep for the night. The nurse did her final rounding on the patient, gave some pain medicine and put the call bell in reach.
At about 3 am the a call bell rang from the room next door. The patient said that someone was standing at the foot of his bead and he didn't know who she was and she wouldn't answer his questions. The nurse walked down the hall to the room and the patient was sitting up in bed. He said, "There was a lady with long hair and wearing a white gown standing right there (pointing to the foot of bed). I was about to get up to help her out into the hall when she just disappeared."
The nurse reassured him that there was no one there now and told the patient to call her if he had any other problem.
The nurse left the room and walked next door to check on her other patient. The daughter of the patient was softly crying and holding her mom's hand. She said that her mom died a few minutes ago.
The nurse was convinced that the patient in the next room had seen the ghost of the women who died next door.
A elderly patient was receiving palliative care on our cardiology floor and was expected to die anytime. To make her more comfortable her family brought her her favorite white night gown to wear and her pillow and blankets from home. Her daughter was staying with her one night and brushed her long gray hair and the patient went to sleep for the night. The nurse did her final rounding on the patient, gave some pain medicine and put the call bell in reach.
At about 3 am the a call bell rang from the room next door. The patient said that someone was standing at the foot of his bead and he didn't know who she was and she wouldn't answer his questions. The nurse walked down the hall to the room and the patient was sitting up in bed. He said, "There was a lady with long hair and wearing a white gown standing right there (pointing to the foot of bed). I was about to get up to help her out into the hall when she just disappeared."
The nurse reassured him that there was no one there now and told the patient to call her if he had any other problem.
The nurse left the room and walked next door to check on her other patient. The daughter of the patient was softly crying and holding her mom's hand. She said that her mom died a few minutes ago.
The nurse was convinced that the patient in the next room had seen the ghost of the women who died next door.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Alikat9
()
Date: July 23, 2013 02:47PM
A friend of mine who worked night shift as a supervisor in ltc facility for mentally handicapped patients shared her experiences with me. She quit her job because of the encounters she had there.
The facilty was closed for a few years and eventually was purchased and re-opened for the mentally disabled. In the attic of one of the buildings(where the breaker box was) many employees had seen burn marks on the floor and pentagrams drawn all over the place. (I believe there are 6 buildings on the property). In that building, all the employees had tragic things happen to them, one lost her daughter in a car crash, one was diagnosed with cancer, one employee's house was burned to the ground, ect. There were two rooms in particular that things always happened in.
One had a radio in it that would come on in between stations even when it was unplugged. Outside the room was a clock in the hallway that would not fall straight down, but many employees saw the clock fall into the middle of the hallway like someone had knocked it off the wall, but there would be no one around.
One night as her an another employee were doing rounds, both her and the other employee kept hearing a voice calling for a nurse. She stated it sounded like the same voice, but it was coming from different places each time they heard it. And they BOTH heard it. They finally thought they had tracked down which room it was coming from. It was the empty room at the end of the hallway that everyone thought was creepy. My friend walked into the room, the door closed behind her and her eyes would not adjust to the light even though there was a window in the room. She opened the door and the other employee looked into the room. Neither one could see anything in the room. It was just blackness and it was so cold. They closed the door and took off to the nurses station.
She put in her notice the next day.
The facilty was closed for a few years and eventually was purchased and re-opened for the mentally disabled. In the attic of one of the buildings(where the breaker box was) many employees had seen burn marks on the floor and pentagrams drawn all over the place. (I believe there are 6 buildings on the property). In that building, all the employees had tragic things happen to them, one lost her daughter in a car crash, one was diagnosed with cancer, one employee's house was burned to the ground, ect. There were two rooms in particular that things always happened in.
One had a radio in it that would come on in between stations even when it was unplugged. Outside the room was a clock in the hallway that would not fall straight down, but many employees saw the clock fall into the middle of the hallway like someone had knocked it off the wall, but there would be no one around.
One night as her an another employee were doing rounds, both her and the other employee kept hearing a voice calling for a nurse. She stated it sounded like the same voice, but it was coming from different places each time they heard it. And they BOTH heard it. They finally thought they had tracked down which room it was coming from. It was the empty room at the end of the hallway that everyone thought was creepy. My friend walked into the room, the door closed behind her and her eyes would not adjust to the light even though there was a window in the room. She opened the door and the other employee looked into the room. Neither one could see anything in the room. It was just blackness and it was so cold. They closed the door and took off to the nurses station.
She put in her notice the next day.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
RetRN77
()
Date: July 23, 2013 02:47PM
WayneStateKatie Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Well this is not Fairfax related but thought I'd
> throw it out here anyway (the glut of ouija board
> stories a couple pages back reminded me of this
> story).
>
> As it has been pointed out previously the ouija
> board was a popular pastime in the 1970s. My
> mother was invited over by a few other couples for
> a dinner party. They were all having a good time
> eating and laughing when someone pulled out a
> ouija board. They decided to give it a try-- my
> mother and two other women had their hands on the
> pointer and one of the husbands was recording
> everything that came through.
>
> The pointed started flying all over the board and
> spelled out the name of a young man. He gave his
> name, and said that he had committed suicide. He
> said he was from a small town in Wisconsin (I
> forget the name I would have to ask my mother
> again) and he wanted them to call his mother and
> let her know that he was ok. He gave a phone
> number and then the board was quiet after he
> delivered his message. The ladies on the board
> were quite shaken up!
>
> They looked at the phone number for quite some
> time deciding what to do. They pulled out the
> yellow pages (ah yes, the time before the
> internet...) and sure enough the area code was for
> this town in Wisconsin several states away! They
> finally decided to try calling the phone number
> but received a recorded message stating that this
> phone number had been disconnected. Everyone was
> freaking out at this point and they tossed the
> board into the fireplace. My mom didn't mention
> that they did any further follow up with this
> young man's message, but she will never go near a
> board again!
Something similar happened to my friends and I when we were in nursing school. Someone dug up a Ouija board,
something I'd never even heard of, and I was asking questions about my fiance and I. It said we would die in
a fire on December 7th. Awful. Someone said, "Ask it who it is." So I did, and it spelled out, "Devil." That
really spooked me, but at the time I didn't believe in the Devil. I told a friend's mother, and she said, "Of
course, didn't you know that? Satan uses those sorts of things to scare and control people who use them." She
told me I shouldn't ever use such things, but I thought she was just superstitious. (But it's not superstitious
to use them, right? LOL Too ironic.)
Later in life I experimented with Tarot cards, until once again, I was frightened by something they predicted
and never touched them again. It wasn't until years later I read scriptures about consulting with mediums and
Christian literature complete with stories of others who'd dabbled, which finally convinced me these are not
things to be messing about with.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Well this is not Fairfax related but thought I'd
> throw it out here anyway (the glut of ouija board
> stories a couple pages back reminded me of this
> story).
>
> As it has been pointed out previously the ouija
> board was a popular pastime in the 1970s. My
> mother was invited over by a few other couples for
> a dinner party. They were all having a good time
> eating and laughing when someone pulled out a
> ouija board. They decided to give it a try-- my
> mother and two other women had their hands on the
> pointer and one of the husbands was recording
> everything that came through.
>
> The pointed started flying all over the board and
> spelled out the name of a young man. He gave his
> name, and said that he had committed suicide. He
> said he was from a small town in Wisconsin (I
> forget the name I would have to ask my mother
> again) and he wanted them to call his mother and
> let her know that he was ok. He gave a phone
> number and then the board was quiet after he
> delivered his message. The ladies on the board
> were quite shaken up!
>
> They looked at the phone number for quite some
> time deciding what to do. They pulled out the
> yellow pages (ah yes, the time before the
> internet...) and sure enough the area code was for
> this town in Wisconsin several states away! They
> finally decided to try calling the phone number
> but received a recorded message stating that this
> phone number had been disconnected. Everyone was
> freaking out at this point and they tossed the
> board into the fireplace. My mom didn't mention
> that they did any further follow up with this
> young man's message, but she will never go near a
> board again!
Something similar happened to my friends and I when we were in nursing school. Someone dug up a Ouija board,
something I'd never even heard of, and I was asking questions about my fiance and I. It said we would die in
a fire on December 7th. Awful. Someone said, "Ask it who it is." So I did, and it spelled out, "Devil." That
really spooked me, but at the time I didn't believe in the Devil. I told a friend's mother, and she said, "Of
course, didn't you know that? Satan uses those sorts of things to scare and control people who use them." She
told me I shouldn't ever use such things, but I thought she was just superstitious. (But it's not superstitious
to use them, right? LOL Too ironic.)
Later in life I experimented with Tarot cards, until once again, I was frightened by something they predicted
and never touched them again. It wasn't until years later I read scriptures about consulting with mediums and
Christian literature complete with stories of others who'd dabbled, which finally convinced me these are not
things to be messing about with.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
purse
()
Date: July 23, 2013 03:00PM
One time, I was working 3 to 11, and just about to do my 9pm med pass, in my LTC facility. There is NOONE down there except me and the elder people i take care of, some of them with mild dementia and some of them still 'with it'. There are cameras in the hallways, and the guard upstairs 'should' be watching them at all times. This is the basement of a huge facility that was bulit in the early 1900s. So, I was doing my 9pm med pass, and I go into the first ladies room and she said "some little girl came in and gave me a piece of candy, then she went out the window..." this lady has dementia so i didnt really take to it when she was telling me this. So i go into ALL 13 patients room, and EVERY SINGLE PATIENT is telling me about this little girl, and the candy.. right down to the pink dress and everything... I was so freaked out I tried to hide upstairs the rest of the night. Then when I was leaving the guard said he saw a little girl in a pink dress on the cameras, running down the hall with a basket on the camera, he was confused because he never saw her leave, and thought it was a daughter or granddaughter of one of the residents, even though it was 9pm and everyone was alone in their rooms.
So creepppppy.
So creepppppy.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
RangerMI6
()
Date: July 23, 2013 03:19PM
ok, i've read every story on here over the past couple of weeks (so good!), so i figure i owe the one i have. i am a middle school teacher not a nurse. however, i am applying to nursing school next year for a career change. i've been lurking on here for weeks to get a feel of the nursing "culture". anyway, my mom is an er physician. she is not religious, although i know she believes in a higher power/god. she called me one morning before school (she works nights), with a "you won't believe what happened to me last night" story:
one night, a 21-month-old boy came in with his father at about 2am. he had been vomiting non-stop since 10pm, and was pale and lethargic. my mom said he just lay there kind of staring at her, not moving. she asked if he talked a lot and the dad said no- so he wouldn’t be able to describe himself what was going on. later, from the boy’s mom she found out he talks all the time, but that’s a dad for you!
anyway, he threw up several times while he was there and made no attempt to roll over, and let it just kind of gurgle out. so- very sick. he was given iv fluids and zofran for the vomiting. my mom noticed a big bruise that took up half his forehead. the dad said the boy had hit his head on a tricycle 2 days earlier. subdural hematoma? so she sent him to get a ct scan. nothing. normal brain. after exhausting all the possibilities and usual tests, it was determined that he simply had the stomach flu. dad said he hadn’t eaten anything unusual, he hadn’t choked, etc. the fluids and the zofran had caused him to perk up a little, and he was sitting in his dad’s lap. she noticed he moved very little though. since i have 2 little boys, she knows how active healthy boys are.
as she was walking back to the nurses’ station, she heard something whisper, “he swallowed a quarter”. after some time had passed (weeks-months) she became less certain as to whether it was an actual voice from outside herself, an actual voice she heard internally, or whether or not it was just a feeling so intense that it felt like someone had said it. at first she was certain it was external, but that certainty faded with time. nothing like that has ever happened to her. she relies on gut instinct a lot, and has weird moments of intuition that come with experience, but never has she actually had something like that happen. she was completely spooked and said she literally thought, “a quarter? why not a nickel?” i mean how specific is that?
so she walked back to the room, actually told the dad, “i know this is weird, but something just told me to ask. is there any way he swallowed a quarter?” the dad’s eyes got really big and he said that earlier that evening, a woman had come up to them at the store and given both his boys 2 quarters each. when he got to the car, the littlest one only had 1 left, but he assumed he had dropped it.
mom sent the kid for a chest scan, and sure enough, there was a quarter- not a dime or a ring or anything else- lodged at the base of his trachea near his lungs. it was stuck and would never have actually made it into his lungs, but the boy would have stayed very sick for days until someone figured out this random cause. the other fear is that it could have easily eroded his trachea and punctured it, which would have been fatal. (i'm sure nurses reading this could have guessed that, but i didn't know and had asked about the worst-case scenario).
by now the boy's mom had arrived- she was not happy with dad. but the boy went up with an ent surgeon for surgery and the quarter was scoped and removed. she was very spooked by the experience, but also grateful. we kind of discussed it because i thought it was almost unbelievable too. was it her guardian angel? the boy’s?
her deceased sister (died in her 30s from sudden cardiac death) was a physician also. was it a tip from her? why doesn't it happen more often? my mom's in her 60s, and nothing like this has ever happened.
on a side note for er nurses, i told her about this thread and asked her if anything else "spooky" had ever happened. she laughed and said in a level 1 trauma center- at night- a ghost would literally have to be naked and blocking their way for anyone to notice.
one night, a 21-month-old boy came in with his father at about 2am. he had been vomiting non-stop since 10pm, and was pale and lethargic. my mom said he just lay there kind of staring at her, not moving. she asked if he talked a lot and the dad said no- so he wouldn’t be able to describe himself what was going on. later, from the boy’s mom she found out he talks all the time, but that’s a dad for you!
anyway, he threw up several times while he was there and made no attempt to roll over, and let it just kind of gurgle out. so- very sick. he was given iv fluids and zofran for the vomiting. my mom noticed a big bruise that took up half his forehead. the dad said the boy had hit his head on a tricycle 2 days earlier. subdural hematoma? so she sent him to get a ct scan. nothing. normal brain. after exhausting all the possibilities and usual tests, it was determined that he simply had the stomach flu. dad said he hadn’t eaten anything unusual, he hadn’t choked, etc. the fluids and the zofran had caused him to perk up a little, and he was sitting in his dad’s lap. she noticed he moved very little though. since i have 2 little boys, she knows how active healthy boys are.
as she was walking back to the nurses’ station, she heard something whisper, “he swallowed a quarter”. after some time had passed (weeks-months) she became less certain as to whether it was an actual voice from outside herself, an actual voice she heard internally, or whether or not it was just a feeling so intense that it felt like someone had said it. at first she was certain it was external, but that certainty faded with time. nothing like that has ever happened to her. she relies on gut instinct a lot, and has weird moments of intuition that come with experience, but never has she actually had something like that happen. she was completely spooked and said she literally thought, “a quarter? why not a nickel?” i mean how specific is that?
so she walked back to the room, actually told the dad, “i know this is weird, but something just told me to ask. is there any way he swallowed a quarter?” the dad’s eyes got really big and he said that earlier that evening, a woman had come up to them at the store and given both his boys 2 quarters each. when he got to the car, the littlest one only had 1 left, but he assumed he had dropped it.
mom sent the kid for a chest scan, and sure enough, there was a quarter- not a dime or a ring or anything else- lodged at the base of his trachea near his lungs. it was stuck and would never have actually made it into his lungs, but the boy would have stayed very sick for days until someone figured out this random cause. the other fear is that it could have easily eroded his trachea and punctured it, which would have been fatal. (i'm sure nurses reading this could have guessed that, but i didn't know and had asked about the worst-case scenario).
by now the boy's mom had arrived- she was not happy with dad. but the boy went up with an ent surgeon for surgery and the quarter was scoped and removed. she was very spooked by the experience, but also grateful. we kind of discussed it because i thought it was almost unbelievable too. was it her guardian angel? the boy’s?
her deceased sister (died in her 30s from sudden cardiac death) was a physician also. was it a tip from her? why doesn't it happen more often? my mom's in her 60s, and nothing like this has ever happened.
on a side note for er nurses, i told her about this thread and asked her if anything else "spooky" had ever happened. she laughed and said in a level 1 trauma center- at night- a ghost would literally have to be naked and blocking their way for anyone to notice.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
digoe74
()
Date: July 23, 2013 03:26PM
Two weeks before my daughter turned one year old my Mother-in-law passed away; she had been sick for years prior so
it was not a surprise when she passed but it did happen very suddenly. She required regular blood transfusions due to
the fact she had survived bladder cancer and the poor thing bled (as if she always had her period) for many many years
even though she was over 80 when she passed. One day on the return trip from the hospital back to the nursing home where
she resided she had a stroke and was pronounced dead minutes later.
A few days after the funeral I started noticing my daughter looking up at the ceiling and giggling and sMother-in-lawing at
absolutely nothing. I did not think much of it at the time at all. Well, one day I put my daughter down for her afternoon nap
-- there was no one in the house except the two of us. About 20 minutes after I put her down, I heard music playing coming from
her room (she had one of those toys that played music attached to the side of her crib). So, thinking she had woken up and
started playing I walked into her room to try to get her back to sleep -- only to find her sound asleep. So, I turned the musical
toy off and turned to leave the room. No sooner did I turn around than the music started playing again. So, once again I turned it
off.
This happened 2 more times until I took the BATTERIES OUT THE TOY as I figured it was just malfunctioning. Well, I went to
leave the room again and sure enough -- it turned back on!!! At that point I was a little freaked out so I stood in the middle
of the room and announced "If this music turns on one more time, I am taking the baby and leaving this house immediately! Enough!".
It did not turn on again and thankfully my daughter slept through the whole thing. (Never wake a sleeping baby ) After the fact, I
started to think about my Mother-in-law and wondered if it was her. She was so happy/sad when my daughter was born as she knew her
failing health would probably take her from this world before she would ever get to see her granddaughter grow. I'd like to think
that she watches over my daughter but also feel a little bad as -- I kinda scared her away when I got upset! Hopefully, she still
stops in although my daughter has never mentioned anything.
it was not a surprise when she passed but it did happen very suddenly. She required regular blood transfusions due to
the fact she had survived bladder cancer and the poor thing bled (as if she always had her period) for many many years
even though she was over 80 when she passed. One day on the return trip from the hospital back to the nursing home where
she resided she had a stroke and was pronounced dead minutes later.
A few days after the funeral I started noticing my daughter looking up at the ceiling and giggling and sMother-in-lawing at
absolutely nothing. I did not think much of it at the time at all. Well, one day I put my daughter down for her afternoon nap
-- there was no one in the house except the two of us. About 20 minutes after I put her down, I heard music playing coming from
her room (she had one of those toys that played music attached to the side of her crib). So, thinking she had woken up and
started playing I walked into her room to try to get her back to sleep -- only to find her sound asleep. So, I turned the musical
toy off and turned to leave the room. No sooner did I turn around than the music started playing again. So, once again I turned it
off.
This happened 2 more times until I took the BATTERIES OUT THE TOY as I figured it was just malfunctioning. Well, I went to
leave the room again and sure enough -- it turned back on!!! At that point I was a little freaked out so I stood in the middle
of the room and announced "If this music turns on one more time, I am taking the baby and leaving this house immediately! Enough!".
It did not turn on again and thankfully my daughter slept through the whole thing. (Never wake a sleeping baby ) After the fact, I
started to think about my Mother-in-law and wondered if it was her. She was so happy/sad when my daughter was born as she knew her
failing health would probably take her from this world before she would ever get to see her granddaughter grow. I'd like to think
that she watches over my daughter but also feel a little bad as -- I kinda scared her away when I got upset! Hopefully, she still
stops in although my daughter has never mentioned anything.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Irishpsychintern
()
Date: July 23, 2013 03:27PM
I was in my 3rd year in college and was working with a nursing agency as a carer to pay my bills etc.
They sent me out a monastery owned by the Carmelites for a night shift. The night shift passed without
incident. In the morning I met the head nurse on the way out and asked her if they could call me in
future instead of the agency as I would work nights there Fri-Sun every week if they wanted. She agreed
and so I began working there.
There was only about 10 priests in the whole place. Only 2 of them needed assistance in the mornings so
most of the night was spent studying for exams or wandering around the monastery. It was a fantastic building
with long marble corridors, windows of stained glass 40ft high and a huge spiral brass staircase at one end
and a huge marble one at the other. Looking out the windows there was a lake and the ruins of a centuries old
church.
My time there began relatively easy. Id go in at 22:00 and finish at 07:00. They had a huge kitchen downstairs
with the absolute best of food. As only religious institutions do !! So about 03:00 I'd make my way down there
to root through the walk in fridges and feed myself.
The first thing that happened to me was that I'd begin to smell flowers (Im not sure what kind they were, but
it was always the same smell) completely out of the blue. The smell would only last for a split second almost
as if when I noticed it it would disappear. I even went so far as to check my office for those plug in deodourisers
but there was none.
One night I was a little late arriving for work. Instead of getting changed first, I instead went to the nurses
office to quickly read the hand-over book so I could be up to speed in case I met anyone on their way out. As I
went into the office, which was complately black as it had no windows, there was an intense bright flash just at
the far corner of my eye. I turned to look and a breeze blew past me with that same smell of flowers I was used
to smelling by now.... WOW, , I thought and then saw a tiny little spot of light just vanish in front of me. I
turned on the desk lamp and sat down thinking this was the coolest thing I had ever seen.
As the weeks went by Id occasionally smell the flowers again and again but no more lights.
So, those kitchens Id mentioned earlier........ well one night I was down there on my own scrounging for food!
I never turned the lights on in the kitchen as it was fairly illuminated by those neon insect lights. As I was
stnding inside the fridge I heard the sound of what I can only describe as cutlery being moved about on the metal
food preparation tables. I was a little spooked but reassured myself that it was late, I was tired and not to be
afraid as it was probaly the same thing that made the flowers smell and lights...... I left quickly none the less...
After that I always put the lights on when I went in there. Another night, I put the lights on as I walked into
the big kitchen and noticed a huge gust of air fly by me as I walked in. . . again I thought "its late, Im tired,
dont freak myself out"..........so there I was, , in the back of the walk in fridge putting some ham on a plate
when I heard the loudest bang.... I almost s.h.i.t myself on the spot as I turned to investigate the fridge door
slammed shut on me and the lights went out.... I dropped everything, pushed the open bar on the door and ran upstairs
to my office.... My heart was about to jump from my chest.... In the morning I went back down to clean up my mess.
I checked the door, and as I expected it was one of those safety doors on walk in fridges/freezers that cannot swing
closed, only swing open....... So it had to have something push it closed. I pushed it a few times to see how much
force was nessescery to close it and I found I had to give it quite a hard push....
They sent me out a monastery owned by the Carmelites for a night shift. The night shift passed without
incident. In the morning I met the head nurse on the way out and asked her if they could call me in
future instead of the agency as I would work nights there Fri-Sun every week if they wanted. She agreed
and so I began working there.
There was only about 10 priests in the whole place. Only 2 of them needed assistance in the mornings so
most of the night was spent studying for exams or wandering around the monastery. It was a fantastic building
with long marble corridors, windows of stained glass 40ft high and a huge spiral brass staircase at one end
and a huge marble one at the other. Looking out the windows there was a lake and the ruins of a centuries old
church.
My time there began relatively easy. Id go in at 22:00 and finish at 07:00. They had a huge kitchen downstairs
with the absolute best of food. As only religious institutions do !! So about 03:00 I'd make my way down there
to root through the walk in fridges and feed myself.
The first thing that happened to me was that I'd begin to smell flowers (Im not sure what kind they were, but
it was always the same smell) completely out of the blue. The smell would only last for a split second almost
as if when I noticed it it would disappear. I even went so far as to check my office for those plug in deodourisers
but there was none.
One night I was a little late arriving for work. Instead of getting changed first, I instead went to the nurses
office to quickly read the hand-over book so I could be up to speed in case I met anyone on their way out. As I
went into the office, which was complately black as it had no windows, there was an intense bright flash just at
the far corner of my eye. I turned to look and a breeze blew past me with that same smell of flowers I was used
to smelling by now.... WOW, , I thought and then saw a tiny little spot of light just vanish in front of me. I
turned on the desk lamp and sat down thinking this was the coolest thing I had ever seen.
As the weeks went by Id occasionally smell the flowers again and again but no more lights.
So, those kitchens Id mentioned earlier........ well one night I was down there on my own scrounging for food!
I never turned the lights on in the kitchen as it was fairly illuminated by those neon insect lights. As I was
stnding inside the fridge I heard the sound of what I can only describe as cutlery being moved about on the metal
food preparation tables. I was a little spooked but reassured myself that it was late, I was tired and not to be
afraid as it was probaly the same thing that made the flowers smell and lights...... I left quickly none the less...
After that I always put the lights on when I went in there. Another night, I put the lights on as I walked into
the big kitchen and noticed a huge gust of air fly by me as I walked in. . . again I thought "its late, Im tired,
dont freak myself out"..........so there I was, , in the back of the walk in fridge putting some ham on a plate
when I heard the loudest bang.... I almost s.h.i.t myself on the spot as I turned to investigate the fridge door
slammed shut on me and the lights went out.... I dropped everything, pushed the open bar on the door and ran upstairs
to my office.... My heart was about to jump from my chest.... In the morning I went back down to clean up my mess.
I checked the door, and as I expected it was one of those safety doors on walk in fridges/freezers that cannot swing
closed, only swing open....... So it had to have something push it closed. I pushed it a few times to see how much
force was nessescery to close it and I found I had to give it quite a hard push....
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
CNA_J
()
Date: July 23, 2013 03:33PM
i currently work in a small long term care facility that was built in the 1970s. one night we were working the 11-7 shift when we received a call at the nurses station from our hospice room. on the end was a rather desperate sounding patient saying "help me, help me! im in room 110." the only problem was, our hospice room was empty at the time. on other occasions, fellow CNAs and nurses have seen a woman in a white gown walk out of one room at the end of the hall and into the other. the call lights in those rooms go off frequently when they are empty. the faucets have also been known to shut off without being touched, toilets flushing on their own in vacant rooms... to say in the least, 11-7 is not my favorite shift.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
conim2002
()
Date: July 23, 2013 03:36PM
I don't share this very often because it is more "Sacred" to me than scary. My last full time job was with Hospice. I really enjoyed the one on one with my patients. You get to know the family quit well, working with them on a daily basis. We did become quit close.
On this particular assignment, I was caring for an elderly lady who had been on Hospice for over a year. Usually they don't keep you as a Hospice patient for much longer than that, but this little lady kept beating the odds. We called in the family on several occasions during that year, because we thought she was going to die....but she kept on bouncing back. It became kind of a light hearted joke.
My story: Toward the end of her life, this sweet lady lost her oldest son in an auto accident. The family chose not to tell their mother about her son's death. They figured it would serve no positive purpose....so we never spoke of it to her.
Continuing on: The day before this woman expired she called me into her room and asked me if I saw "Michael"? "Michael, your son?", I asked. "Yes", she said...."He was with me all night". "We had a wonderful visit. He wants me to get ready, because he is going to come and get me in the morning" All I said was, "How wonderful it must have been to see your son". My first impression was that she was just having illusions.
The next morning upon reporting to work at 6am, I said goodbye to the family as they left for work, as I had done for over a year...I went about my usual routine. I walked down the old familiar hall to my patient's room and down the hall, ahead of me, I saw a man all dressed in white walking away from my patient's room. I went into my patient's room and she indeed had expired. I mentioned nothing of this to the family, but I did speak of it to the Hospice RN. "Thank goodness!", she said to me. "I thought maybe I was losing it". Apparently she had seen the same gentleman the day before standing in the corner of this sweet little ladies’ room". This is not my only experience of this type. Like I said....some things you are reluctant to share. It is a great testimonial to me that we do go on. I must mention that there was such an enormous feeling of peace that morning when my patient left this world.
On this particular assignment, I was caring for an elderly lady who had been on Hospice for over a year. Usually they don't keep you as a Hospice patient for much longer than that, but this little lady kept beating the odds. We called in the family on several occasions during that year, because we thought she was going to die....but she kept on bouncing back. It became kind of a light hearted joke.
My story: Toward the end of her life, this sweet lady lost her oldest son in an auto accident. The family chose not to tell their mother about her son's death. They figured it would serve no positive purpose....so we never spoke of it to her.
Continuing on: The day before this woman expired she called me into her room and asked me if I saw "Michael"? "Michael, your son?", I asked. "Yes", she said...."He was with me all night". "We had a wonderful visit. He wants me to get ready, because he is going to come and get me in the morning" All I said was, "How wonderful it must have been to see your son". My first impression was that she was just having illusions.
The next morning upon reporting to work at 6am, I said goodbye to the family as they left for work, as I had done for over a year...I went about my usual routine. I walked down the old familiar hall to my patient's room and down the hall, ahead of me, I saw a man all dressed in white walking away from my patient's room. I went into my patient's room and she indeed had expired. I mentioned nothing of this to the family, but I did speak of it to the Hospice RN. "Thank goodness!", she said to me. "I thought maybe I was losing it". Apparently she had seen the same gentleman the day before standing in the corner of this sweet little ladies’ room". This is not my only experience of this type. Like I said....some things you are reluctant to share. It is a great testimonial to me that we do go on. I must mention that there was such an enormous feeling of peace that morning when my patient left this world.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
CFitzRN
()
Date: July 23, 2013 03:37PM
Irishpsychintern Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> I was in my 3rd year in college and was working
> with a nursing agency as a carer to pay my bills
> etc.
> They sent me out a monastery owned by the
> Carmelites for a night shift. The night shift
> passed without
> incident. In the morning I met the head nurse on
> the way out and asked her if they could call me
> in
> future instead of the agency as I would work
> nights there Fri-Sun every week if they wanted.
> She agreed
> and so I began working there.
>
> There was only about 10 priests in the whole
> place. Only 2 of them needed assistance in the
> mornings so
> most of the night was spent studying for exams or
> wandering around the monastery. It was a fantastic
> building
> with long marble corridors, windows of stained
> glass 40ft high and a huge spiral brass staircase
> at one end
> and a huge marble one at the other. Looking out
> the windows there was a lake and the ruins of a
> centuries old
> church.
>
> My time there began relatively easy. Id go in at
> 22:00 and finish at 07:00. They had a huge kitchen
> downstairs
> with the absolute best of food. As only religious
> institutions do !! So about 03:00 I'd make my way
> down there
> to root through the walk in fridges and feed
> myself.
>
> The first thing that happened to me was that I'd
> begin to smell flowers (Im not sure what kind they
> were, but
> it was always the same smell) completely out of
> the blue. The smell would only last for a split
> second almost
> as if when I noticed it it would disappear. I even
> went so far as to check my office for those plug
> in deodourisers
> but there was none.
>
> One night I was a little late arriving for work.
> Instead of getting changed first, I instead went
> to the nurses
> office to quickly read the hand-over book so I
> could be up to speed in case I met anyone on their
> way out. As I
> went into the office, which was complately black
> as it had no windows, there was an intense bright
> flash just at
> the far corner of my eye. I turned to look and a
> breeze blew past me with that same smell of
> flowers I was used
> to smelling by now.... WOW, , I thought and then
> saw a tiny little spot of light just vanish in
> front of me. I
> turned on the desk lamp and sat down thinking this
> was the coolest thing I had ever seen.
>
> As the weeks went by Id occasionally smell the
> flowers again and again but no more lights.
>
> So, those kitchens Id mentioned earlier........
> well one night I was down there on my own
> scrounging for food!
> I never turned the lights on in the kitchen as it
> was fairly illuminated by those neon insect
> lights. As I was
> stnding inside the fridge I heard the sound of
> what I can only describe as cutlery being moved
> about on the metal
> food preparation tables. I was a little spooked
> but reassured myself that it was late, I was tired
> and not to be
> afraid as it was probaly the same thing that made
> the flowers smell and lights...... I left quickly
> none the less...
> After that I always put the lights on when I went
> in there. Another night, I put the lights on as I
> walked into
> the big kitchen and noticed a huge gust of air fly
> by me as I walked in. . . again I thought "its
> late, Im tired,
> dont freak myself out"..........so there I was, ,
> in the back of the walk in fridge putting some ham
> on a plate
> when I heard the loudest bang.... I almost s.h.i.t
> myself on the spot as I turned to investigate the
> fridge door
> slammed shut on me and the lights went out.... I
> dropped everything, pushed the open bar on the
> door and ran upstairs
> to my office.... My heart was about to jump from
> my chest.... In the morning I went back down to
> clean up my mess.
> I checked the door, and as I expected it was one
> of those safety doors on walk in fridges/freezers
> that cannot swing
> closed, only swing open....... So it had to have
> something push it closed. I pushed it a few times
> to see how much
> force was nessescery to close it and I found I had
> to give it quite a hard push....
@Irishpsychnurse - You're Irish so there's a fair chance you know about this, but when our Blessed Mother appears anywhere, there is almost always a strong fragrance of flowers (many times roses but not always). And sometimes one only smells the fragrance and doesn't see an apparition. Being that you were in an old monastery (cool!) I'd say there is a fair chance there was a lot of Marian devotion there, so it's not out of the realm of possibilities that you experienced a visit from our Mother.
-------------------------------------------------------
> I was in my 3rd year in college and was working
> with a nursing agency as a carer to pay my bills
> etc.
> They sent me out a monastery owned by the
> Carmelites for a night shift. The night shift
> passed without
> incident. In the morning I met the head nurse on
> the way out and asked her if they could call me
> in
> future instead of the agency as I would work
> nights there Fri-Sun every week if they wanted.
> She agreed
> and so I began working there.
>
> There was only about 10 priests in the whole
> place. Only 2 of them needed assistance in the
> mornings so
> most of the night was spent studying for exams or
> wandering around the monastery. It was a fantastic
> building
> with long marble corridors, windows of stained
> glass 40ft high and a huge spiral brass staircase
> at one end
> and a huge marble one at the other. Looking out
> the windows there was a lake and the ruins of a
> centuries old
> church.
>
> My time there began relatively easy. Id go in at
> 22:00 and finish at 07:00. They had a huge kitchen
> downstairs
> with the absolute best of food. As only religious
> institutions do !! So about 03:00 I'd make my way
> down there
> to root through the walk in fridges and feed
> myself.
>
> The first thing that happened to me was that I'd
> begin to smell flowers (Im not sure what kind they
> were, but
> it was always the same smell) completely out of
> the blue. The smell would only last for a split
> second almost
> as if when I noticed it it would disappear. I even
> went so far as to check my office for those plug
> in deodourisers
> but there was none.
>
> One night I was a little late arriving for work.
> Instead of getting changed first, I instead went
> to the nurses
> office to quickly read the hand-over book so I
> could be up to speed in case I met anyone on their
> way out. As I
> went into the office, which was complately black
> as it had no windows, there was an intense bright
> flash just at
> the far corner of my eye. I turned to look and a
> breeze blew past me with that same smell of
> flowers I was used
> to smelling by now.... WOW, , I thought and then
> saw a tiny little spot of light just vanish in
> front of me. I
> turned on the desk lamp and sat down thinking this
> was the coolest thing I had ever seen.
>
> As the weeks went by Id occasionally smell the
> flowers again and again but no more lights.
>
> So, those kitchens Id mentioned earlier........
> well one night I was down there on my own
> scrounging for food!
> I never turned the lights on in the kitchen as it
> was fairly illuminated by those neon insect
> lights. As I was
> stnding inside the fridge I heard the sound of
> what I can only describe as cutlery being moved
> about on the metal
> food preparation tables. I was a little spooked
> but reassured myself that it was late, I was tired
> and not to be
> afraid as it was probaly the same thing that made
> the flowers smell and lights...... I left quickly
> none the less...
> After that I always put the lights on when I went
> in there. Another night, I put the lights on as I
> walked into
> the big kitchen and noticed a huge gust of air fly
> by me as I walked in. . . again I thought "its
> late, Im tired,
> dont freak myself out"..........so there I was, ,
> in the back of the walk in fridge putting some ham
> on a plate
> when I heard the loudest bang.... I almost s.h.i.t
> myself on the spot as I turned to investigate the
> fridge door
> slammed shut on me and the lights went out.... I
> dropped everything, pushed the open bar on the
> door and ran upstairs
> to my office.... My heart was about to jump from
> my chest.... In the morning I went back down to
> clean up my mess.
> I checked the door, and as I expected it was one
> of those safety doors on walk in fridges/freezers
> that cannot swing
> closed, only swing open....... So it had to have
> something push it closed. I pushed it a few times
> to see how much
> force was nessescery to close it and I found I had
> to give it quite a hard push....
@Irishpsychnurse - You're Irish so there's a fair chance you know about this, but when our Blessed Mother appears anywhere, there is almost always a strong fragrance of flowers (many times roses but not always). And sometimes one only smells the fragrance and doesn't see an apparition. Being that you were in an old monastery (cool!) I'd say there is a fair chance there was a lot of Marian devotion there, so it's not out of the realm of possibilities that you experienced a visit from our Mother.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
14togo
()
Date: July 23, 2013 03:47PM
Whist browsing through the site I came upon this thread for the first time. I have a "ghost" story I would like to share although it is not particularly scary. I worked in a veteran's hospital in Australia in the mid '90s. It had been built in 1942 to accommodate the Australian and Allied soldiers who were injured in the Pacific theater of war. (It later served for veterans of WW I, II, Korea and Vietnam)
The buiding was an old style barracks type with an 'L' shape. There were 8 beds in the open ward separated by a low wall with 8 more beds. At the 'L' was another nurses station, as the female section of the ward started there, around the corner, separate from the men.
Over the years many vets had passed away on this particular ward and there was definitely a military aura to the whole place. Every so often a figure would appear, dressed in the regalia of the Australian Infantry Force (AIF) of the Second World war. He would stand at attention beside the last bed of the men's section before the "L". The appartion has been seen by many of the nurses I worked with (not me however) There was no feeling of threat emanating from him and he would disappear if approached, but not usually until the nurse or whomever reached the foot of his bed. He would then salute very slowly and just fade away.
I have heard the story many times from many different nurses and there is no doubt there was a certain degree of embellishment that accrued over the years. Two things though, were consistent through all the stories I was told. He always was dressed in full regalia and always saluted before he faded away. I would have liked to have seen him. What a thrill that would have been to have my own ghost story. Not many people take such stories seriously though. I often thought that the non-observer/believer of such phenomena would think the nurses were into the narc cupboard.
I have since learned that the old building has been demolished and a new-age building with all the modern amenities has been erected in its place. I wonder (and secretly hope, I think) if the old AIF digger (as they were called) will show up again standing his post. I hope so.
The buiding was an old style barracks type with an 'L' shape. There were 8 beds in the open ward separated by a low wall with 8 more beds. At the 'L' was another nurses station, as the female section of the ward started there, around the corner, separate from the men.
Over the years many vets had passed away on this particular ward and there was definitely a military aura to the whole place. Every so often a figure would appear, dressed in the regalia of the Australian Infantry Force (AIF) of the Second World war. He would stand at attention beside the last bed of the men's section before the "L". The appartion has been seen by many of the nurses I worked with (not me however) There was no feeling of threat emanating from him and he would disappear if approached, but not usually until the nurse or whomever reached the foot of his bed. He would then salute very slowly and just fade away.
I have heard the story many times from many different nurses and there is no doubt there was a certain degree of embellishment that accrued over the years. Two things though, were consistent through all the stories I was told. He always was dressed in full regalia and always saluted before he faded away. I would have liked to have seen him. What a thrill that would have been to have my own ghost story. Not many people take such stories seriously though. I often thought that the non-observer/believer of such phenomena would think the nurses were into the narc cupboard.
I have since learned that the old building has been demolished and a new-age building with all the modern amenities has been erected in its place. I wonder (and secretly hope, I think) if the old AIF digger (as they were called) will show up again standing his post. I hope so.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
walt Botts Ave in Woodbridge
()
Date: July 23, 2013 04:04PM
My family lived in a house on Botts Avenue in Woodbridge, our house had to what seemed to be multiple spirits.
Everyone in my family and anyone who ever visited had some type of experience in that house.
I once saw a shadow of a baby crawl across the hallway to one o the bedrooms upstairs. It was well know to everyone
who came to our house that they would hear children call their names in a playful manner. A ball everyday would be
heard bouncing in the attic. My grandmother once saw two children, a girl and a younger boy around the same age as
my sister and I and she thought it was us that she saw run by the kitchen and go downstairs.
She said that about 20 minutes after my sister and I came home from school. There were several occasions where we
were physically bothered. I was moved under the couch while I was sleeping, my sister was moved under the bed of an
empty room, also my brother and his friends went to our house after we had to leave for sometime for some work to be
done to the house on some pipes.
They were drinking in the living room when a penny was thrown from what seemed to be from one of the bedrooms to the
living room where they were, and again until they felt uncomfortable and left. And as they were leaving my brother was
grabbed by the shirt as he stepped out the door and the door closed and the curtain on the window moved as if someone
wanted to see what we did.
There were countless events that occurred which I could speak of. If anyone sees this and has questions or would like
hear more stories I could be contacted through email at wua1993@gmail.com.
Everyone in my family and anyone who ever visited had some type of experience in that house.
I once saw a shadow of a baby crawl across the hallway to one o the bedrooms upstairs. It was well know to everyone
who came to our house that they would hear children call their names in a playful manner. A ball everyday would be
heard bouncing in the attic. My grandmother once saw two children, a girl and a younger boy around the same age as
my sister and I and she thought it was us that she saw run by the kitchen and go downstairs.
She said that about 20 minutes after my sister and I came home from school. There were several occasions where we
were physically bothered. I was moved under the couch while I was sleeping, my sister was moved under the bed of an
empty room, also my brother and his friends went to our house after we had to leave for sometime for some work to be
done to the house on some pipes.
They were drinking in the living room when a penny was thrown from what seemed to be from one of the bedrooms to the
living room where they were, and again until they felt uncomfortable and left. And as they were leaving my brother was
grabbed by the shirt as he stepped out the door and the door closed and the curtain on the window moved as if someone
wanted to see what we did.
There were countless events that occurred which I could speak of. If anyone sees this and has questions or would like
hear more stories I could be contacted through email at wua1993@gmail.com.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Jackson
()
Date: July 23, 2013 04:19PM
Xavier2b Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> More on the ghost lady of hidden pond, I found out
> there used to be an old farmhouse where the park
> is,
> it was built in 1700's. The ghost lady has been
> seen before, some reports say she was seen before
> the place
> was ever a park. Anyway, I found out others have
> seen her too. She has been seen in the day and at
> night.
I am not surprised at all the stories that people say about hidden pond Park like what a said above many people outside
of the area have heard of the hauntings there. I recently moved to the Kenwood oaks development and was told right off
when I was going to walk my dog along a small creek that is part of the park.
My neighbor told me that the trail ran along the creek that feeds the pond. He also told me that the place is haunted.
I do not believe in ghosts but my neighbor (let's say his name is Kyle) claims that others have told of seeing the apparition
of a woman/girl and that his son who used to volunteer there heard unexplained noises in the building while working at night
and the staff just told him it was ghosts.
Kyle refused to say if he had heard or seen anything. I will keep you all posted so far on my walk by the place I only felt
an icy chill as we walked around the old house there at twilight. I think it could have been my nerves but I did feel as if
I were being watched.
-------------------------------------------------------
> More on the ghost lady of hidden pond, I found out
> there used to be an old farmhouse where the park
> is,
> it was built in 1700's. The ghost lady has been
> seen before, some reports say she was seen before
> the place
> was ever a park. Anyway, I found out others have
> seen her too. She has been seen in the day and at
> night.
I am not surprised at all the stories that people say about hidden pond Park like what a said above many people outside
of the area have heard of the hauntings there. I recently moved to the Kenwood oaks development and was told right off
when I was going to walk my dog along a small creek that is part of the park.
My neighbor told me that the trail ran along the creek that feeds the pond. He also told me that the place is haunted.
I do not believe in ghosts but my neighbor (let's say his name is Kyle) claims that others have told of seeing the apparition
of a woman/girl and that his son who used to volunteer there heard unexplained noises in the building while working at night
and the staff just told him it was ghosts.
Kyle refused to say if he had heard or seen anything. I will keep you all posted so far on my walk by the place I only felt
an icy chill as we walked around the old house there at twilight. I think it could have been my nerves but I did feel as if
I were being watched.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Boo Boo Jeff
()
Date: July 23, 2013 07:46PM
I was over at Hidden Pond playing tennis the other evening with my girlfriend when we decided to walk over to the water fountain on trail towards the nature center. While there we saw a misty figure just float across the meadow into the brush.
My girlfriend was scared but I followed it some and it just vanished.
My girlfriend was scared but I followed it some and it just vanished.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
thomas81z
()
Date: July 24, 2013 06:27AM
in jan 2006 i took my family to the dentist & such well we came home and i unlocked the door & my wife was standing next to me as i opened the door i distiinctly heard 2 people talking, male & female , i heard it in the living room, i was mad cause i figured my son chris left the t.v. on still hearing the voices
as i cross the kitchen, & as i put my foot on the threshold of the living room .... it all stopped , i looked around t.v was off computer was off & it was 20* below zero so the windows were closed.
I turned to my wife , she looks at me and said " u heard the voices too?" so not to contaminate her version i asked her what she heard, she said 2 voices male & female " also my son said the same thing !!!!!
as i cross the kitchen, & as i put my foot on the threshold of the living room .... it all stopped , i looked around t.v was off computer was off & it was 20* below zero so the windows were closed.
I turned to my wife , she looks at me and said " u heard the voices too?" so not to contaminate her version i asked her what she heard, she said 2 voices male & female " also my son said the same thing !!!!!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Mothballs
()
Date: July 24, 2013 06:50AM
Enjoying this topic but also scaring myself silly at the same time if possible.
A long while ago I worked in a Nursing Home on the night shift and was in the medication room with my back to the door.I hear this voice whisper right into my ear "say bye bye" I spun around and there was nobody there.
A couple of weeks later I am charting in the T.V room and I hear whispering getting closer and closer.I am just about to turn around to see what was going on when a hand clamps onto my shoulder.Not a soft brush but a full on grip.There was no-one there and it let go when the Nurse sitting across the other side of the room asked me if I heard the whispering.
A lovely resident died and her bed stayed empty for a few weeks which was unusual.A couple of nights after she died her call bell would ring several times a night even when I pulled it out of the wall.While I was up and about answering the phantom bell I would see if the residents were O.K and without fail there was always someone about to fall etc.I'm sure it was a sign from this sweet lady.
A long while ago I worked in a Nursing Home on the night shift and was in the medication room with my back to the door.I hear this voice whisper right into my ear "say bye bye" I spun around and there was nobody there.
A couple of weeks later I am charting in the T.V room and I hear whispering getting closer and closer.I am just about to turn around to see what was going on when a hand clamps onto my shoulder.Not a soft brush but a full on grip.There was no-one there and it let go when the Nurse sitting across the other side of the room asked me if I heard the whispering.
A lovely resident died and her bed stayed empty for a few weeks which was unusual.A couple of nights after she died her call bell would ring several times a night even when I pulled it out of the wall.While I was up and about answering the phantom bell I would see if the residents were O.K and without fail there was always someone about to fall etc.I'm sure it was a sign from this sweet lady.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
chris901
()
Date: July 24, 2013 06:53AM
After moving to my townhouse on Griffin ln in Broadway I started noticing strange things happening. Usually happens at night between 2 am and 4 am... Loud banging and a very low yelling (sounds like a female), managed to snap this photo one night when it was happening.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
TwinkleToes13
()
Date: July 24, 2013 07:00AM
Ok here's mine- The floor I was working on had a patient, "Mary" that was chronically ill, and therefore would be admitted
to our floor a couple times a year. Well one of the last times she was there, she was not doing well at all. But somehow she
gained enough strength to to go home with family. Not long after that she was admitted yet again to our floor. But this time
she died. Weeks later we found out she was a nurse for 25 years. Now here's what happened after she died that was creepy: On
night shift mostly , but also days...some of the patients said a nurse who said she was "Mary" in a whte uniform with a nurse
hat came in and said who she was, and that she would be taking care of the patient that night. This scenario started happening
more and more often. Along with that, the room she died in, either there was a serious malfunction in equipment or somehow there
was something weird going on to make an alarm to go off in an empty room . Several of us would have AAO patients, then all the
sudden they would say "Mary" was their nurse. or that she would just stand at the door and not say anything- the patients would
say, who is that woman that keeps coming in here? I was like, what woman? They'd say a nurse in a white uniform keeps coming in
and just looking at the patient, then leaves without saying anything.
They would all describe her very similar to what she looked like.... I got the creeps when the alarm would go off in that room and
someone would run in to see if someone was doing that or it just happened. Well, I saw with my own eyes nothing was happening one day
when I was standing by the door, the alarm went off and I go in and no one is there.
to our floor a couple times a year. Well one of the last times she was there, she was not doing well at all. But somehow she
gained enough strength to to go home with family. Not long after that she was admitted yet again to our floor. But this time
she died. Weeks later we found out she was a nurse for 25 years. Now here's what happened after she died that was creepy: On
night shift mostly , but also days...some of the patients said a nurse who said she was "Mary" in a whte uniform with a nurse
hat came in and said who she was, and that she would be taking care of the patient that night. This scenario started happening
more and more often. Along with that, the room she died in, either there was a serious malfunction in equipment or somehow there
was something weird going on to make an alarm to go off in an empty room . Several of us would have AAO patients, then all the
sudden they would say "Mary" was their nurse. or that she would just stand at the door and not say anything- the patients would
say, who is that woman that keeps coming in here? I was like, what woman? They'd say a nurse in a white uniform keeps coming in
and just looking at the patient, then leaves without saying anything.
They would all describe her very similar to what she looked like.... I got the creeps when the alarm would go off in that room and
someone would run in to see if someone was doing that or it just happened. Well, I saw with my own eyes nothing was happening one day
when I was standing by the door, the alarm went off and I go in and no one is there.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
snapdragon928
()
Date: July 24, 2013 07:08AM
I work in two group homes and have worked in 4 others before this. The womans home I work at has had lots of clients live there and has been there a long time. I know of at least one death of a client there, but not much about it. Its had alot of managers over the years too. The agency I work for took over the home about 16 years ago. The current manager says there is a spirit in the home. One of the the old staff ( she is not old,lol, but used to work there and now doesn't) told me and a coworker and her girlfriend that she saw a ghost of a person, presumabley a guy, with a hoodie I beleive when she was out having a smoke break. She looked at him and noticed she could see the trees and house through him. Scared the crap out of the coworker and girlfriend listening, as we were sitting in the dark waiting for my husband to connect the generator during a power failure. The girlfriend was really spooked and said she was going outside. Actually she didn't as we reminded her the ghost was out there. But Sarah the one with the story, was none to joke around so she wasn't much believed. One day I was working and helping a client change into pJ's in her room. I was working with the scared coworker. She was in the kitchen doing dishes, when we heard a loud noise from the bathroom. We went in and found the laundry basket on the floor, when it was firmly placed all the way back on the cupboard. I told her it was the ghost and she was very mad at me.
I have a liking for ghost stories. and Ghost shows. I often watch them at work when the clients are tucked in and we have down time. All the staff know this. i have worked thirds on occasion and one occasion I was working with a staff I was not fond of. I continued to watch my ghost shows. She said she didn't believe in ghosts. I went out for a smoke break and came around and tapped on the glass door right where she was sitting. She jumped a foot, terrified. We had already told her the house had a ghost and a few of our own ghost stories. I said i thought you didn't believe in ghosts.
The last little bit was about two or three months ago. The first stories were about a year ago. Just this last week, a staff for third came in and started talking about the back side of the house, and how she was scared to go back there. She said it's spooky at night. When back there, you can hear tree branches rubbing together. I have heard them, but she says that's not all about the back of the house. Then she told me last week she seen a figure walk from the office to one of the clients rooms in the far side of the house. That client is elderly, and her parents have passed away. Sarah, from the beginning of the story has said she dreamt that that client's mother came to visit her after she died. So it is interesting and hard to know what spirits have visited the home.
I have a liking for ghost stories. and Ghost shows. I often watch them at work when the clients are tucked in and we have down time. All the staff know this. i have worked thirds on occasion and one occasion I was working with a staff I was not fond of. I continued to watch my ghost shows. She said she didn't believe in ghosts. I went out for a smoke break and came around and tapped on the glass door right where she was sitting. She jumped a foot, terrified. We had already told her the house had a ghost and a few of our own ghost stories. I said i thought you didn't believe in ghosts.
The last little bit was about two or three months ago. The first stories were about a year ago. Just this last week, a staff for third came in and started talking about the back side of the house, and how she was scared to go back there. She said it's spooky at night. When back there, you can hear tree branches rubbing together. I have heard them, but she says that's not all about the back of the house. Then she told me last week she seen a figure walk from the office to one of the clients rooms in the far side of the house. That client is elderly, and her parents have passed away. Sarah, from the beginning of the story has said she dreamt that that client's mother came to visit her after she died. So it is interesting and hard to know what spirits have visited the home.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
candace
()
Date: July 24, 2013 07:20AM
I have a ghost for you that didnt take place in Fairfax, but where we used to live in Ft Eustis in southern va. We
lived on Irwin Street Ft Eustis VA, my father was stationed there from 1980 to 1983. I hate what I went through but I always
look on the bright side I learned nothing could scare me ever again. It made me realize we are not alone when we are.
My mom and dad said never to talk about it, people think you are crazy beside the army doesn't want people to know not
everything they own wears green ha ha. Green uniforms back then. I lived in a duplex with my parents and sister. 3 bedroom
1 bath kitchen and living room / dining room combo patio out back cover porch in front. We chained our bike to the post on
the porch so they wouldn't get stolen. Built a white picket fence around back for the dog.
The back yard had a bank or little hill leading to the woods with the swamp beyond the tree line. Snake quick sand. Come
to the house was nice pretty setting the wood in back quaint. But what went on it that house was not. House dress like any
loving home down to the family picture on the wall. Everything in it place. But at night around 11 pm to 2 am things shifted
like we share a living space with the undead. You could not see them but that doesn't mean they were not there.
Floor creaked but our floors are concrete with square panel over them. You drop a glass it shatters. Floors would creak, feel
someone brush past you, a breath on you neck. Windows, all doors open and close at their own will. (sometimes slow sometimes
fast) no weather to cause it. Things moved, whispers, I was lucky then, most never saw what did it. Just enough to put off as
just a new move to a house.
The front door would lock even with the dead bolt and regular door lock and special lock used for hotels. Then one night every
one was woken by a loud bang. We all came out of the bedroom not knowing what it was. Saw nothing, went back to bed. The next
morning we when in the kitchen to find the new yellow kitchen cord phone the kind that hang on the wall, wrapped in the cord.
Receiver (hand piece) broken in half. Laying on the counter. If you lived back then you know you can't break one of those. We
all look and know the answer but never voice it or told anyone. The night came for me to be alone in the house. I loved it.
Course I had to lock all the doors and windows and keep the light down to normal as well as noise level. My parents went out
in there nice new green station wagon car. Sister at a friends for the night. No animals, mom hated the mess and the animals
didn't like it there as well as us. I was all in my room, like most 12 year olds listening to music, trying to dance when the
light flickered.
I walk over to the light switch. The door to my room flies open. I step into the hallway, now all the lights are flicking off
and on fast like kids playing. I back down the hall pass the bathroom, the doors on the closets start sliding back a forth, then
I back in to the entrance area, the doors start shutting and opening. I got to the front door, it flies open, I run out. I run
down the little walk way to the 2 stairs to the main side walk. I turn back praying in my mind, don't let it be real. I turn back
to my house, it lights up like a firecracker, all the lights going off and on (not all at the same time, like your Christmas tree
where 1 string flash different from the rest) the room of light doing that as well as all doors siding or slamming on their own.
I look next door to the duplex, normal, kids in bed TV light on. I turn around hope someone else sees this as well as me. Quite
normal night everyone in bed asleep. I turn back to the house. It's slowing down then stops. Light are on and off in different
rooms doors or left open or ajar. I sit down on the steps common sense say run don't go back in there. But being and army brat
what is just there is not real.
If you can't prove it it never happened. The whole thing lasted maybe 3 to 4 mins. I sat on that step for 1 to 1 1/2 hour till
my parents came home. Mom was mad at me not being responsible, leave door and window open and light on and her voice faded in
the house getting on me for it, as well as the cabinet open part of the way. What was I doing. Dad was mad, we don't air our
laundry in public. Grabs my hand (not hurting me) to help me in the house to talk this out. I freeze, I can't go in that house,
I must have really scared my dad.
I fought him all the way in that house. (I must have look like the cop show you see putting the arrested person in the back of
the car) by the time we got in the house mom was asking what is wrong with you and dad had a hand full of hair and me. Looking
at me like I lost it. If you're an ''army brat'' you do not buck your parents at all. Nothing happened, back to normal for couple
months then the little thing started. We never talked about it.
Then I found this thread on ghosts and found others of us kids speaking out. I knew then and now I'm not crazy. Pheshing Ave was around
the corner from Irwin St. Other web site give a history to make it more understandable. I'm sorry my story isn't as scary as most
but that's not the point. I want to share with you as you did with me that yes things went on and we lived with it, you're not
alone or crazy.
lived on Irwin Street Ft Eustis VA, my father was stationed there from 1980 to 1983. I hate what I went through but I always
look on the bright side I learned nothing could scare me ever again. It made me realize we are not alone when we are.
My mom and dad said never to talk about it, people think you are crazy beside the army doesn't want people to know not
everything they own wears green ha ha. Green uniforms back then. I lived in a duplex with my parents and sister. 3 bedroom
1 bath kitchen and living room / dining room combo patio out back cover porch in front. We chained our bike to the post on
the porch so they wouldn't get stolen. Built a white picket fence around back for the dog.
The back yard had a bank or little hill leading to the woods with the swamp beyond the tree line. Snake quick sand. Come
to the house was nice pretty setting the wood in back quaint. But what went on it that house was not. House dress like any
loving home down to the family picture on the wall. Everything in it place. But at night around 11 pm to 2 am things shifted
like we share a living space with the undead. You could not see them but that doesn't mean they were not there.
Floor creaked but our floors are concrete with square panel over them. You drop a glass it shatters. Floors would creak, feel
someone brush past you, a breath on you neck. Windows, all doors open and close at their own will. (sometimes slow sometimes
fast) no weather to cause it. Things moved, whispers, I was lucky then, most never saw what did it. Just enough to put off as
just a new move to a house.
The front door would lock even with the dead bolt and regular door lock and special lock used for hotels. Then one night every
one was woken by a loud bang. We all came out of the bedroom not knowing what it was. Saw nothing, went back to bed. The next
morning we when in the kitchen to find the new yellow kitchen cord phone the kind that hang on the wall, wrapped in the cord.
Receiver (hand piece) broken in half. Laying on the counter. If you lived back then you know you can't break one of those. We
all look and know the answer but never voice it or told anyone. The night came for me to be alone in the house. I loved it.
Course I had to lock all the doors and windows and keep the light down to normal as well as noise level. My parents went out
in there nice new green station wagon car. Sister at a friends for the night. No animals, mom hated the mess and the animals
didn't like it there as well as us. I was all in my room, like most 12 year olds listening to music, trying to dance when the
light flickered.
I walk over to the light switch. The door to my room flies open. I step into the hallway, now all the lights are flicking off
and on fast like kids playing. I back down the hall pass the bathroom, the doors on the closets start sliding back a forth, then
I back in to the entrance area, the doors start shutting and opening. I got to the front door, it flies open, I run out. I run
down the little walk way to the 2 stairs to the main side walk. I turn back praying in my mind, don't let it be real. I turn back
to my house, it lights up like a firecracker, all the lights going off and on (not all at the same time, like your Christmas tree
where 1 string flash different from the rest) the room of light doing that as well as all doors siding or slamming on their own.
I look next door to the duplex, normal, kids in bed TV light on. I turn around hope someone else sees this as well as me. Quite
normal night everyone in bed asleep. I turn back to the house. It's slowing down then stops. Light are on and off in different
rooms doors or left open or ajar. I sit down on the steps common sense say run don't go back in there. But being and army brat
what is just there is not real.
If you can't prove it it never happened. The whole thing lasted maybe 3 to 4 mins. I sat on that step for 1 to 1 1/2 hour till
my parents came home. Mom was mad at me not being responsible, leave door and window open and light on and her voice faded in
the house getting on me for it, as well as the cabinet open part of the way. What was I doing. Dad was mad, we don't air our
laundry in public. Grabs my hand (not hurting me) to help me in the house to talk this out. I freeze, I can't go in that house,
I must have really scared my dad.
I fought him all the way in that house. (I must have look like the cop show you see putting the arrested person in the back of
the car) by the time we got in the house mom was asking what is wrong with you and dad had a hand full of hair and me. Looking
at me like I lost it. If you're an ''army brat'' you do not buck your parents at all. Nothing happened, back to normal for couple
months then the little thing started. We never talked about it.
Then I found this thread on ghosts and found others of us kids speaking out. I knew then and now I'm not crazy. Pheshing Ave was around
the corner from Irwin St. Other web site give a history to make it more understandable. I'm sorry my story isn't as scary as most
but that's not the point. I want to share with you as you did with me that yes things went on and we lived with it, you're not
alone or crazy.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
nola1202
()
Date: July 24, 2013 07:23AM
TwinkleToes13 Wrote:
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> Ok here's mine- The floor I was working on had a
> patient, "Mary" that was chronically ill, and
> therefore would be admitted
> to our floor a couple times a year. Well one of
> the last times she was there, she was not doing
> well at all. But somehow she
> gained enough strength to to go home with family.
> Not long after that she was admitted yet again to
> our floor. But this time
> she died. Weeks later we found out she was a nurse
> for 25 years. Now here's what happened after she
> died that was creepy: On
> night shift mostly , but also days...some of the
> patients said a nurse who said she was "Mary" in a
> whte uniform with a nurse
> hat came in and said who she was, and that she
> would be taking care of the patient that night.
> This scenario started happening
> more and more often. Along with that, the room she
> died in, either there was a serious malfunction in
> equipment or somehow there
> was something weird going on to make an alarm to
> go off in an empty room . Several of us would have
> AAO patients, then all the
> sudden they would say "Mary" was their nurse. or
> that she would just stand at the door and not say
> anything- the patients would
> say, who is that woman that keeps coming in here?
> I was like, what woman? They'd say a nurse in a
> white uniform keeps coming in
> and just looking at the patient, then leaves
> without saying anything.
>
> They would all describe her very similar to what
> she looked like.... I got the creeps when the
> alarm would go off in that room and
> someone would run in to see if someone was doing
> that or it just happened. Well, I saw with my own
> eyes nothing was happening one day
> when I was standing by the door, the alarm went
> off and I go in and no one is there.
Ok, I have one a haunting story. I lived in Erie Pa. at the time and worked at a Nursing Home, that had been just horrible, but was improving. The staff was young, motivated and sometimes well, a bit unpredictable. I for one, brought my dog to work in my truck on nice Fall or Spring nights. (the nusg home was out in the country) I figured she'd sleep at home or in the truck, and on my two 15 min breaks and 1/2 hour lunch, I'd go out and let the dog play and take a little walk. One day was just horrible, so I asked an aide if she'd have time to let my dog out. She said fine, all went well, and after a while, the dog spent a lot more time out of the truck on smoke breaks with the staff than in the truck. One night, a staff decided my Large Black Lab, German Shepard mix was just what the residents of the Nursing home needed to cheer them up. Mind you it was about 2 in the am.
I was on the hall passing meds, or doing treatments or something, when I heard what sounded like running and saw a blur of black flash by. I shook my head and thought "Nahh, that couldn't be my dog that just ran past." 15 or so minutes passed by and I had a another "?!" momment. I made my way to the nurses station where all angelic faces said "Oh no, Molly's not in here, she's in the Truck." I apologized!!!! Then about 5 minutes later my dog runs up the hall past me, into a resident's room and then back out again. I was hot on the dogs heels and locked him back in the truck. A resident later told me she was "afraid of that dog." I assured her the dog was no longer in the building. Apparently, there were several residents who related there was a large black dog in their room at night. The DON thankfully never asked anyone directly if there had been a "real dog" in the building, but she was concerned enough to post a memo reviewing several policies of the Nsg Home. The one highlighted by our charge nurse was. "No dogs or Cats may visit residents in Nursing Home without prior approval of administration." My Molly has gone on to dog heaven but I hope she comes to find me when it's time for me to go. I for one will never be afraid of the black dog under my bed!
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> Ok here's mine- The floor I was working on had a
> patient, "Mary" that was chronically ill, and
> therefore would be admitted
> to our floor a couple times a year. Well one of
> the last times she was there, she was not doing
> well at all. But somehow she
> gained enough strength to to go home with family.
> Not long after that she was admitted yet again to
> our floor. But this time
> she died. Weeks later we found out she was a nurse
> for 25 years. Now here's what happened after she
> died that was creepy: On
> night shift mostly , but also days...some of the
> patients said a nurse who said she was "Mary" in a
> whte uniform with a nurse
> hat came in and said who she was, and that she
> would be taking care of the patient that night.
> This scenario started happening
> more and more often. Along with that, the room she
> died in, either there was a serious malfunction in
> equipment or somehow there
> was something weird going on to make an alarm to
> go off in an empty room . Several of us would have
> AAO patients, then all the
> sudden they would say "Mary" was their nurse. or
> that she would just stand at the door and not say
> anything- the patients would
> say, who is that woman that keeps coming in here?
> I was like, what woman? They'd say a nurse in a
> white uniform keeps coming in
> and just looking at the patient, then leaves
> without saying anything.
>
> They would all describe her very similar to what
> she looked like.... I got the creeps when the
> alarm would go off in that room and
> someone would run in to see if someone was doing
> that or it just happened. Well, I saw with my own
> eyes nothing was happening one day
> when I was standing by the door, the alarm went
> off and I go in and no one is there.
Ok, I have one a haunting story. I lived in Erie Pa. at the time and worked at a Nursing Home, that had been just horrible, but was improving. The staff was young, motivated and sometimes well, a bit unpredictable. I for one, brought my dog to work in my truck on nice Fall or Spring nights. (the nusg home was out in the country) I figured she'd sleep at home or in the truck, and on my two 15 min breaks and 1/2 hour lunch, I'd go out and let the dog play and take a little walk. One day was just horrible, so I asked an aide if she'd have time to let my dog out. She said fine, all went well, and after a while, the dog spent a lot more time out of the truck on smoke breaks with the staff than in the truck. One night, a staff decided my Large Black Lab, German Shepard mix was just what the residents of the Nursing home needed to cheer them up. Mind you it was about 2 in the am.
I was on the hall passing meds, or doing treatments or something, when I heard what sounded like running and saw a blur of black flash by. I shook my head and thought "Nahh, that couldn't be my dog that just ran past." 15 or so minutes passed by and I had a another "?!" momment. I made my way to the nurses station where all angelic faces said "Oh no, Molly's not in here, she's in the Truck." I apologized!!!! Then about 5 minutes later my dog runs up the hall past me, into a resident's room and then back out again. I was hot on the dogs heels and locked him back in the truck. A resident later told me she was "afraid of that dog." I assured her the dog was no longer in the building. Apparently, there were several residents who related there was a large black dog in their room at night. The DON thankfully never asked anyone directly if there had been a "real dog" in the building, but she was concerned enough to post a memo reviewing several policies of the Nsg Home. The one highlighted by our charge nurse was. "No dogs or Cats may visit residents in Nursing Home without prior approval of administration." My Molly has gone on to dog heaven but I hope she comes to find me when it's time for me to go. I for one will never be afraid of the black dog under my bed!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
<><><><><>>
()
Date: July 24, 2013 07:29AM
chris901 Wrote:
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> After moving to my townhouse on Griffin ln in
> Broadway I started noticing strange things
> happening. Usually happens at night between 2 am
> and 4 am... Loud banging and a very low yelling
> (sounds like a female), managed to snap this photo
> one night when it was happening.
Chris, what are we supposed to see in this picture? It looks like the top of a staircase shot at night.
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> After moving to my townhouse on Griffin ln in
> Broadway I started noticing strange things
> happening. Usually happens at night between 2 am
> and 4 am... Loud banging and a very low yelling
> (sounds like a female), managed to snap this photo
> one night when it was happening.
Chris, what are we supposed to see in this picture? It looks like the top of a staircase shot at night.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
raincitynurse
()
Date: July 24, 2013 07:34AM
Jdon Wrote:
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> I was working in the nicu when we had a threat of
> a tornado. Some Nurses got pulled to go to a
> sister hospital in town to assist in the disaster
> plan.
> When all was over one of the nurses returned with
> this story: She was assissting the nurses in
> giving some meds before pulling all into the
> hallways.
> Every patient she went to said they already had
> their meds from that nice nurse in the white
> uniform and hat. She realized after she left that
> its been
> awhile since a nurse has worn a hat. That story
> revealed the urban ledgen of Nurse Betty. Story
> goes she had an affair with a married Doctor,
> became
> pregnant then agreed to allow him to perform an
> abortion on her on the 2nd floor OR room.She died
> and he went to jail. She never left the hospital
> and
> was seen frequently. The local newspaper would do
> an article of her every year around halloween on
> her sightings. The hospital has since been
> replaced
> with college dorms.
>
> Hmmmm i wonder if any students have seen her?
I was a CNA before I was a nurse...and witnessed some truly SPOOKY things.Here is my first encounter while working as an aide:
It was a weekend morning, quiet, early.I had arrived on duty to the"easier"hall.Working with another brand new aide (this is why we got the easy hall, we were total newbies)I remember the cool early morning sun shining into the building.The kind of sun you get in really spring when the air is fresh and scrubbed clean from the nights rain.
As we got rounded, working together, we were told by the nurse that Bettie had passed away, and that we would both be staying on the hall while everyone was dining to ready her for the morgue, or a possible visit from family.
One big catch: nether of us had ever seen a corpse, let alone readied a body.
We were already spooked, and soon found ourselves alone on the wing with a dead lady.
She was a favorite resident, so we talked to her and shared stories while we worked, trying to remember our training. It was unnerving, as you could sense you worked with an empty and now very heavy shell.
We finished cleaning and dressing Betties body, pulled a fresh clean sheet over her, covering her face. And then pulled the privacy curtain in the shared room.
Residents returned from their morning meal and we rushed about.The door to Betties room was open, and I couldn't help but to glance at the pulled curtain as I rushed by time after time.
After several passes to and from the linen cart I saw that someone had finally arrived.His dark pants and shoes were visable under the curtain, the attire was indicative of family on their way home from church, or that the mortician had arrived.
Some time later, in that lull after the post breakfast rush,I asked our nurse," what shall we do about Betties room?"
And to me she replied "after the body is picked up, strip the bed, box her things"
"is her family gone?"I asked. "They are not coming"she replied,"the morgue will not be here for a while" she told me.
"No one has been here?"
"No, it is still early"
.......the tailored pressed pants, the formal wingtip shoes....who had been standing at the foot of Betties bed? ....I knew her visitor was not of our realm.
And ofcourse I checked, her corpse was still there.
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> I was working in the nicu when we had a threat of
> a tornado. Some Nurses got pulled to go to a
> sister hospital in town to assist in the disaster
> plan.
> When all was over one of the nurses returned with
> this story: She was assissting the nurses in
> giving some meds before pulling all into the
> hallways.
> Every patient she went to said they already had
> their meds from that nice nurse in the white
> uniform and hat. She realized after she left that
> its been
> awhile since a nurse has worn a hat. That story
> revealed the urban ledgen of Nurse Betty. Story
> goes she had an affair with a married Doctor,
> became
> pregnant then agreed to allow him to perform an
> abortion on her on the 2nd floor OR room.She died
> and he went to jail. She never left the hospital
> and
> was seen frequently. The local newspaper would do
> an article of her every year around halloween on
> her sightings. The hospital has since been
> replaced
> with college dorms.
>
> Hmmmm i wonder if any students have seen her?
I was a CNA before I was a nurse...and witnessed some truly SPOOKY things.Here is my first encounter while working as an aide:
It was a weekend morning, quiet, early.I had arrived on duty to the"easier"hall.Working with another brand new aide (this is why we got the easy hall, we were total newbies)I remember the cool early morning sun shining into the building.The kind of sun you get in really spring when the air is fresh and scrubbed clean from the nights rain.
As we got rounded, working together, we were told by the nurse that Bettie had passed away, and that we would both be staying on the hall while everyone was dining to ready her for the morgue, or a possible visit from family.
One big catch: nether of us had ever seen a corpse, let alone readied a body.
We were already spooked, and soon found ourselves alone on the wing with a dead lady.
She was a favorite resident, so we talked to her and shared stories while we worked, trying to remember our training. It was unnerving, as you could sense you worked with an empty and now very heavy shell.
We finished cleaning and dressing Betties body, pulled a fresh clean sheet over her, covering her face. And then pulled the privacy curtain in the shared room.
Residents returned from their morning meal and we rushed about.The door to Betties room was open, and I couldn't help but to glance at the pulled curtain as I rushed by time after time.
After several passes to and from the linen cart I saw that someone had finally arrived.His dark pants and shoes were visable under the curtain, the attire was indicative of family on their way home from church, or that the mortician had arrived.
Some time later, in that lull after the post breakfast rush,I asked our nurse," what shall we do about Betties room?"
And to me she replied "after the body is picked up, strip the bed, box her things"
"is her family gone?"I asked. "They are not coming"she replied,"the morgue will not be here for a while" she told me.
"No one has been here?"
"No, it is still early"
.......the tailored pressed pants, the formal wingtip shoes....who had been standing at the foot of Betties bed? ....I knew her visitor was not of our realm.
And ofcourse I checked, her corpse was still there.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
johnny_biker
()
Date: July 24, 2013 07:38AM
Jackson Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Xavier2b Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > More on the ghost lady of hidden pond, I found
> out
> > there used to be an old farmhouse where the
> park
> > is,
> > it was built in 1700's. The ghost lady has been
> > seen before, some reports say she was seen
> before
> > the place
> > was ever a park. Anyway, I found out others
> have
> > seen her too. She has been seen in the day and
> at
> > night.
>
>
> I am not surprised at all the stories that people
> say about hidden pond Park like what a said above
> many people outside
> of the area have heard of the hauntings there. I
> recently moved to the Kenwood oaks development and
> was told right off
> when I was going to walk my dog along a small
> creek that is part of the park.
>
> My neighbor told me that the trail ran along the
> creek that feeds the pond. He also told me that
> the place is haunted.
> I do not believe in ghosts but my neighbor (let's
> say his name is Kyle) claims that others have told
> of seeing the apparition
> of a woman/girl and that his son who used to
> volunteer there heard unexplained noises in the
> building while working at night
> and the staff just told him it was ghosts.
>
> Kyle refused to say if he had heard or seen
> anything. I will keep you all posted so far on my
> walk by the place I only felt
> an icy chill as we walked around the old house
> there at twilight. I think it could have been my
> nerves but I did feel as if
> I were being watched.
There is a ghost on rolling road at a stop light at the intersection of the exit from the Fairfax county parkway. It appears to be a guy on a bike who is still then zooms off. He is usually seen late at night.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Xavier2b Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > More on the ghost lady of hidden pond, I found
> out
> > there used to be an old farmhouse where the
> park
> > is,
> > it was built in 1700's. The ghost lady has been
> > seen before, some reports say she was seen
> before
> > the place
> > was ever a park. Anyway, I found out others
> have
> > seen her too. She has been seen in the day and
> at
> > night.
>
>
> I am not surprised at all the stories that people
> say about hidden pond Park like what a said above
> many people outside
> of the area have heard of the hauntings there. I
> recently moved to the Kenwood oaks development and
> was told right off
> when I was going to walk my dog along a small
> creek that is part of the park.
>
> My neighbor told me that the trail ran along the
> creek that feeds the pond. He also told me that
> the place is haunted.
> I do not believe in ghosts but my neighbor (let's
> say his name is Kyle) claims that others have told
> of seeing the apparition
> of a woman/girl and that his son who used to
> volunteer there heard unexplained noises in the
> building while working at night
> and the staff just told him it was ghosts.
>
> Kyle refused to say if he had heard or seen
> anything. I will keep you all posted so far on my
> walk by the place I only felt
> an icy chill as we walked around the old house
> there at twilight. I think it could have been my
> nerves but I did feel as if
> I were being watched.
There is a ghost on rolling road at a stop light at the intersection of the exit from the Fairfax county parkway. It appears to be a guy on a bike who is still then zooms off. He is usually seen late at night.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
chris901
()
Date: July 24, 2013 07:40AM
<><><><><>> Wrote:
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> chris901 Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > After moving to my townhouse on Griffin ln in
> > Broadway I started noticing strange things
> > happening. Usually happens at night between 2
> am
> > and 4 am... Loud banging and a very low yelling
> > (sounds like a female), managed to snap this
> photo
> > one night when it was happening.
>
> Chris, what are we supposed to see in this
> picture? It looks like the top of a staircase shot
> at night.
Its hard to make out but if you look close enough youll see an outline of a figure there.
-------------------------------------------------------
> chris901 Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > After moving to my townhouse on Griffin ln in
> > Broadway I started noticing strange things
> > happening. Usually happens at night between 2
> am
> > and 4 am... Loud banging and a very low yelling
> > (sounds like a female), managed to snap this
> photo
> > one night when it was happening.
>
> Chris, what are we supposed to see in this
> picture? It looks like the top of a staircase shot
> at night.
Its hard to make out but if you look close enough youll see an outline of a figure there.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
snapdragon928
()
Date: July 24, 2013 07:44AM
A little creepy story about one of my guys from the home I used to work at. I was the coordinator, so when things happened wrong, I was often called. Nothing scary happened with him, well what happened was scary but not in a BOO! way. I was paged that he had had a seizure in the bathroom shower and had broken his leg, bone was visable. So I race over, then follow him in to ER by ambulance. He gets checked out and they stay he has to stay and they will do surgery in the morning. So the take them up to his room by elevator. I was likley calling who I had to tell he was being admitted, so I didn't see which way they went. I knew the floor number and found a close by elevatorand got in. I opened the door, and a nurse or aid asks how did i get up their in that elevator. You have to have a khey to open the elevator from that floor and I had no keyand no one was with me. So how did I get in there and was able to go to the second or third floor.with out an empoyee key? they were pretty addiment that You had to us a key to get up to that floor.Theywere really surprised and told me where my elevator was. Got to his room, and he has another seizure so he was helped and settled in bed.
So a nice ghostly worker used her key to let me in, even though I had seen none else there
Things that make you go hmmm.
So a nice ghostly worker used her key to let me in, even though I had seen none else there
Things that make you go hmmm.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
coconuts
()
Date: July 24, 2013 07:49AM
My personal story started out after getting home from working an 11pm-7am shift. After changing for bed, I continued to make my way to my tall windows and shut the blinds and fell into my bed. My eye lids were heavy and burning from being overly tired, but no matter what I did, I couldn't sleep. I constantly tossed and turned only to find myself still tired, but couldn't fall asleep. It was so out of the ordinary as normally I wouldn't have such a hard time sleeping. So, my day went on and I gave up trying to sleep and did chores and ran erands. It was my night off so skipping my morning sleep and sleeping normal hours of the night was fine. Well, I couldn't sleep that night either, and gave up when it turned 5:30 the next morning. I decided I'd head to my parent's house in a few hours and do some laundry there. After breakfast and getting all my laundry together, I headed over to my parent's house with my bf and arrived at my parent's house about 8:45am. When we rang the door bell, my dad answered the door and told us my grandmother had passed away early that morning.
I didn't believe it. I went to her room and she wasn't there. I cried my eyes out all morning, afternoon, and night. Instead of doing laundry that day, I helped run erands and help with funeral arrangements. I got home and in bed that night about 8:30. I was extremely tired, sad, upset, etc. While I was deep asleep, I felt a sharp finger nail scratch from the heel to toe of my left foot. It was such a strong scratch that it woke me from my sleep. I couldn't explain it other than my bf being an inconsiderate jerk by playing a really mean joke on me. I called out his name and he walked out of our bathroom, which is in our room and to the right of the bed with a big space in between the bed and walls, and I asked him what the heck was wrong with him to do that and that I was so tired and finally fell asleep and that he was being a total jerk for playing around like that. He says he didn't know what I was talking about and had been in the bathroom. I didn't really think he did it either because if he was hiding under the bed and crawled his way to the bathroom doing that joke, I would've seen him. I was just looking for a logical explanation and decided, well...maybe the cat did it, but he said the cat was with him the whole time. We looked at each other a little strangely, but I was too tired to argue and he was just so creeped out to even talk about it anymore. I went back to sleep and decided to discuss it another time.
The next day, I called my dad up and mentioned this to him and he says it was probably my grandmother's way of saying goodbye one last time before she left......
I didn't believe it. I went to her room and she wasn't there. I cried my eyes out all morning, afternoon, and night. Instead of doing laundry that day, I helped run erands and help with funeral arrangements. I got home and in bed that night about 8:30. I was extremely tired, sad, upset, etc. While I was deep asleep, I felt a sharp finger nail scratch from the heel to toe of my left foot. It was such a strong scratch that it woke me from my sleep. I couldn't explain it other than my bf being an inconsiderate jerk by playing a really mean joke on me. I called out his name and he walked out of our bathroom, which is in our room and to the right of the bed with a big space in between the bed and walls, and I asked him what the heck was wrong with him to do that and that I was so tired and finally fell asleep and that he was being a total jerk for playing around like that. He says he didn't know what I was talking about and had been in the bathroom. I didn't really think he did it either because if he was hiding under the bed and crawled his way to the bathroom doing that joke, I would've seen him. I was just looking for a logical explanation and decided, well...maybe the cat did it, but he said the cat was with him the whole time. We looked at each other a little strangely, but I was too tired to argue and he was just so creeped out to even talk about it anymore. I went back to sleep and decided to discuss it another time.
The next day, I called my dad up and mentioned this to him and he says it was probably my grandmother's way of saying goodbye one last time before she left......
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Theatre Ghost?
()
Date: July 24, 2013 07:51AM
I had a weird experience a couple of weeks ago in our less than two years old hospital. I've heard people swearing blind
the Theater is haunted, but I've never seen anything, although there are places where you get that scalp-crawling, gooseflesh
feeling that something's not quite right. Other staff members and patients have seen strangers who mysteriously disappear when
they go looking to see who it is who just walked through the unit, but until this one Friday night, I hadn't seen them myself.
I was last one out, and was in the change room when I decided I needed to use the loo before I left, and as I was sitting there
I saw, through the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor, a shadow passing by as if someone had just walked past. No
doors opened or closed, and when I emerged there was no-one there, and I got that same creepy feeling as if all the hair on my
body was standing up.
I was told by one of the staff members that the police morgue used to stand on this property, but I haven't been able to find
any records proving this. I do know that it used to be a wagon stop up to about 100 years ago, and that the police station stood
almost next to where the theater wing is. This I can say, although some deaths have occurred in the wards, no patients have died
in theater.
the Theater is haunted, but I've never seen anything, although there are places where you get that scalp-crawling, gooseflesh
feeling that something's not quite right. Other staff members and patients have seen strangers who mysteriously disappear when
they go looking to see who it is who just walked through the unit, but until this one Friday night, I hadn't seen them myself.
I was last one out, and was in the change room when I decided I needed to use the loo before I left, and as I was sitting there
I saw, through the gap between the bottom of the door and the floor, a shadow passing by as if someone had just walked past. No
doors opened or closed, and when I emerged there was no-one there, and I got that same creepy feeling as if all the hair on my
body was standing up.
I was told by one of the staff members that the police morgue used to stand on this property, but I haven't been able to find
any records proving this. I do know that it used to be a wagon stop up to about 100 years ago, and that the police station stood
almost next to where the theater wing is. This I can say, although some deaths have occurred in the wards, no patients have died
in theater.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
GHOST IN GREAT FALLS
()
Date: July 24, 2013 08:26AM
I was staying at my boyfriends house for a couple of weeks last summer and a lot of strange things took place in the time I was
staying there. First 2 nights while I was sitting outside with him and his sister we heard bells / chimes at the house.
The first time it was around the house but there was a party at a house in the neighborhood so we thought the sound was coming from
there. The second night we heard it the bells started coming closer and closer to the house like it was charging to us. That week a
kept waking up at 3:33 every night and would here tapping all around me as well as his sister. Also in his sisters room this door going
to the pipes in her closet kept falling off every night when no one was in there.
At the beginning of the week I couldn't find my phone so I checked his entire room and suddenly the phone dropped from the vent on the
ceiling and was freezing cold. After that I was we heard all these creepy noises around the house every night and the door in his sisters
closet kept falling.
Finally on the last night before I left I went shopping at Tyson's real late and I had a bunch of things in the back of my car. I started
driving back to his house and heard this huge slam on the back of my car. I looked on the road near his house to see if I had hit anyone
or too see what the sound was but no one was there. I called him to come out of the house before I pulled in his driveway and told him what
I heard and as I went to show him where I heard the sound there was a handprint on the inside of my car at the same spot.
That night I was very scared of what happened so we all slept in his sisters room. That night around 4 in the morning I woke up to see a
farmer with a bald head and red beard staring at me smiling at the side of the bed.He seemed friendly but he had a giant wound on his head
that was bleeding. His sister woke up because she felt a presence too and as she woke up the man disappeared. I told them what I saw and the
next day the door in her closet was placed perfectly to the side and no one had been in there since the last night when she put it back up.
staying there. First 2 nights while I was sitting outside with him and his sister we heard bells / chimes at the house.
The first time it was around the house but there was a party at a house in the neighborhood so we thought the sound was coming from
there. The second night we heard it the bells started coming closer and closer to the house like it was charging to us. That week a
kept waking up at 3:33 every night and would here tapping all around me as well as his sister. Also in his sisters room this door going
to the pipes in her closet kept falling off every night when no one was in there.
At the beginning of the week I couldn't find my phone so I checked his entire room and suddenly the phone dropped from the vent on the
ceiling and was freezing cold. After that I was we heard all these creepy noises around the house every night and the door in his sisters
closet kept falling.
Finally on the last night before I left I went shopping at Tyson's real late and I had a bunch of things in the back of my car. I started
driving back to his house and heard this huge slam on the back of my car. I looked on the road near his house to see if I had hit anyone
or too see what the sound was but no one was there. I called him to come out of the house before I pulled in his driveway and told him what
I heard and as I went to show him where I heard the sound there was a handprint on the inside of my car at the same spot.
That night I was very scared of what happened so we all slept in his sisters room. That night around 4 in the morning I woke up to see a
farmer with a bald head and red beard staring at me smiling at the side of the bed.He seemed friendly but he had a giant wound on his head
that was bleeding. His sister woke up because she felt a presence too and as she woke up the man disappeared. I told them what I saw and the
next day the door in her closet was placed perfectly to the side and no one had been in there since the last night when she put it back up.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
LouisVRN
()
Date: July 24, 2013 08:29AM
The other night I had a patient in one of the rooms that everyone swears is haunted. Guy was completely alert and oriented but liked to talk ... A LOT to anyone that would listen. The previous night, he wasn't my patient but I had a patient next door who asked for his door to be closed because this patient was talking so loudly to someone it woke him up. Well after closing my patient's door walked by his neighbor, who is sitting up in bed talking to no one in particular. Well the following night when I have him as my patient I go in there around 2 am to hang an infusion and he says "Where did Lee go?" Me "Who?" "Lee, he was sitting in the chair at the bottom of my bed" "I have no idea" "Oh, well, he must have got his own room finally. How long will this infusion take?" There was no one in his room and we had no patients at that time or staff members named Lee. Gave me the creeps.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
snapdragon928
()
Date: July 24, 2013 08:30AM
ok, guys one more. The other night at work, the guys home this time, not the girls, it was night and everyone was asleep. i went out side and sat at the swing right outside the door to have a smoke break. i left the door open so I could hear anyone get up. The door slowly swung open, ok wind. It slowly swung almost closed, maybe the way the door was hung. Then it continued to swing back and fourth slowly, almost closed to almost all the way open, with no wind the whole time I was outside. Usually when left open by the clients or staff, it stays put, it doesn't swing back and fourth. Interesting.
The next day we were watching a movie with clients and had to pause the movie for a bit. the TV turned off by itself twice. One of the clients who was really afraid of ghosts and ghost shows, but who occasionly has watched ghost whisperer, says it must be a ghost in the house. We all laugh, and then he says it must be a timer on the TV. Just a bit spooky these happening one day after another. Third shift has said she hears strange noises at night. But this is not my haunted home, the ladies is. We did have a gentleman die in the home.
I don't normally spook easy, and the door and the one time I did see a ghost I was more startled than scared. But after reading this until 400 in the morning, I went to bed and had a nightmare about my sister and I at a LTC. There were ghosts in the LTC. I was a patient and I worked there in the facility in the dream and I had to go and check the meds, which was an office way down a long hall. A client came out of the room and yelled at me and threatened me with violence and I was afraid of the ghosts in the LTC. Ecetra until a doctor came around and taught me that the ghosts were produced by this and that, not really dead spirits. The fear in the dream at the begining was the biggest fear I have had in a long time. Kind of silly, when normally I don't scare that easily on this kind of stuff, and wasn't scared when I went to bed.
The next day we were watching a movie with clients and had to pause the movie for a bit. the TV turned off by itself twice. One of the clients who was really afraid of ghosts and ghost shows, but who occasionly has watched ghost whisperer, says it must be a ghost in the house. We all laugh, and then he says it must be a timer on the TV. Just a bit spooky these happening one day after another. Third shift has said she hears strange noises at night. But this is not my haunted home, the ladies is. We did have a gentleman die in the home.
I don't normally spook easy, and the door and the one time I did see a ghost I was more startled than scared. But after reading this until 400 in the morning, I went to bed and had a nightmare about my sister and I at a LTC. There were ghosts in the LTC. I was a patient and I worked there in the facility in the dream and I had to go and check the meds, which was an office way down a long hall. A client came out of the room and yelled at me and threatened me with violence and I was afraid of the ghosts in the LTC. Ecetra until a doctor came around and taught me that the ghosts were produced by this and that, not really dead spirits. The fear in the dream at the begining was the biggest fear I have had in a long time. Kind of silly, when normally I don't scare that easily on this kind of stuff, and wasn't scared when I went to bed.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
gwen114
()
Date: July 24, 2013 08:31AM
GHOST IN GREAT FALLS Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> I was staying at my boyfriends house for a couple
> of weeks last summer and a lot of strange things
> took place in the time I was
> staying there. First 2 nights while I was sitting
> outside with him and his sister we heard bells /
> chimes at the house.
>
> The first time it was around the house but there
> was a party at a house in the neighborhood so we
> thought the sound was coming from
> there. The second night we heard it the bells
> started coming closer and closer to the house like
> it was charging to us. That week a
> kept waking up at 3:33 every night and would here
> tapping all around me as well as his sister. Also
> in his sisters room this door going
> to the pipes in her closet kept falling off every
> night when no one was in there.
>
> At the beginning of the week I couldn't find my
> phone so I checked his entire room and suddenly
> the phone dropped from the vent on the
> ceiling and was freezing cold. After that I was we
> heard all these creepy noises around the house
> every night and the door in his sisters
> closet kept falling.
>
> Finally on the last night before I left I went
> shopping at Tyson's real late and I had a bunch of
> things in the back of my car. I started
> driving back to his house and heard this huge slam
> on the back of my car. I looked on the road near
> his house to see if I had hit anyone
> or too see what the sound was but no one was
> there. I called him to come out of the house
> before I pulled in his driveway and told him what
> I heard and as I went to show him where I heard
> the sound there was a handprint on the inside of
> my car at the same spot.
>
> That night I was very scared of what happened so
> we all slept in his sisters room. That night
> around 4 in the morning I woke up to see a
> farmer with a bald head and red beard staring at
> me smiling at the side of the bed.He seemed
> friendly but he had a giant wound on his head
> that was bleeding. His sister woke up because she
> felt a presence too and as she woke up the man
> disappeared. I told them what I saw and the
> next day the door in her closet was placed
> perfectly to the side and no one had been in there
> since the last night when she put it back up.
This sounds pretty intense. I live in Mclean near Great Falls I have always felt like those neighborhoods are haunted around there.
-------------------------------------------------------
> I was staying at my boyfriends house for a couple
> of weeks last summer and a lot of strange things
> took place in the time I was
> staying there. First 2 nights while I was sitting
> outside with him and his sister we heard bells /
> chimes at the house.
>
> The first time it was around the house but there
> was a party at a house in the neighborhood so we
> thought the sound was coming from
> there. The second night we heard it the bells
> started coming closer and closer to the house like
> it was charging to us. That week a
> kept waking up at 3:33 every night and would here
> tapping all around me as well as his sister. Also
> in his sisters room this door going
> to the pipes in her closet kept falling off every
> night when no one was in there.
>
> At the beginning of the week I couldn't find my
> phone so I checked his entire room and suddenly
> the phone dropped from the vent on the
> ceiling and was freezing cold. After that I was we
> heard all these creepy noises around the house
> every night and the door in his sisters
> closet kept falling.
>
> Finally on the last night before I left I went
> shopping at Tyson's real late and I had a bunch of
> things in the back of my car. I started
> driving back to his house and heard this huge slam
> on the back of my car. I looked on the road near
> his house to see if I had hit anyone
> or too see what the sound was but no one was
> there. I called him to come out of the house
> before I pulled in his driveway and told him what
> I heard and as I went to show him where I heard
> the sound there was a handprint on the inside of
> my car at the same spot.
>
> That night I was very scared of what happened so
> we all slept in his sisters room. That night
> around 4 in the morning I woke up to see a
> farmer with a bald head and red beard staring at
> me smiling at the side of the bed.He seemed
> friendly but he had a giant wound on his head
> that was bleeding. His sister woke up because she
> felt a presence too and as she woke up the man
> disappeared. I told them what I saw and the
> next day the door in her closet was placed
> perfectly to the side and no one had been in there
> since the last night when she put it back up.
This sounds pretty intense. I live in Mclean near Great Falls I have always felt like those neighborhoods are haunted around there.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
ChristaRN
()
Date: July 24, 2013 08:36AM
I posted this story in another type of thread a while back. I think of this a little more as a story of undying love rather than a ghost story but I do think it fits here. Last year, I cared for a 3 year old child who had been in a MVA with her mother and older sister. Unfortunately, mom died in the accident. The older sister broke an arm and was admitted to the Peds unit for a night or two with an ORIF. The 3 year old had multiple injuries including two broken femurs, a broken arm and more that I can't remember off the top of my head. She was initially in the PICU so never got to be with her sister after the accident. I cared for this little girl when she was transferred to Peds. Now she was almost always alone. She had not yet seen her sister and her father I assume was busy with funeral arrangements etc. This child had not even been informed of her mother's death. She was a very stoic child, would never cry despite being in obvious pain I'm sure. She never showed ANY expression of emotion, wouldn't talk to ANY of the staff, wouldn't eat or drink even when we brought her some of her favorite foods. She just broke my heart. I would park my chair and portable computer in front of her room at night when things would settle down just in case I did hear her cry or anything. One night I heard her quiet voice starting to talk, in obvious conversation. She was saying "Mommy, I'm coming too now? Mommy, why can't I go too? ". I got such chills! I walked into the room and that little baby was wide awake, holding her arms out as if in a hug and focusing her eyes on a spot in front of her face. I am SURE that her mother was in there at that moment, being with her baby just as she would have in life. I cried the whole drive home that morning, thinking of the terrified child being comforted by her literal angel of a mother. I just wonder, with her undeniably seeing her mom there in the room that night, did she then know that mommy was gone from this earth?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Colvin Run Mill
()
Date: July 24, 2013 08:36AM
gwen114 Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> GHOST IN GREAT FALLS Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I was staying at my boyfriends house for a
> couple
> > of weeks last summer and a lot of strange
> things
> > took place in the time I was
> > staying there. First 2 nights while I was
> sitting
> > outside with him and his sister we heard bells
> /
> > chimes at the house.
> >
> > The first time it was around the house but
> there
> > was a party at a house in the neighborhood so
> we
> > thought the sound was coming from
> > there. The second night we heard it the bells
> > started coming closer and closer to the house
> like
> > it was charging to us. That week a
> > kept waking up at 3:33 every night and would
> here
> > tapping all around me as well as his sister.
> Also
> > in his sisters room this door going
> > to the pipes in her closet kept falling off
> every
> > night when no one was in there.
> >
> > At the beginning of the week I couldn't find my
> > phone so I checked his entire room and suddenly
> > the phone dropped from the vent on the
> > ceiling and was freezing cold. After that I was
> we
> > heard all these creepy noises around the house
> > every night and the door in his sisters
> > closet kept falling.
> >
> > Finally on the last night before I left I went
> > shopping at Tyson's real late and I had a bunch
> of
> > things in the back of my car. I started
> > driving back to his house and heard this huge
> slam
> > on the back of my car. I looked on the road
> near
> > his house to see if I had hit anyone
> > or too see what the sound was but no one was
> > there. I called him to come out of the house
> > before I pulled in his driveway and told him
> what
> > I heard and as I went to show him where I heard
> > the sound there was a handprint on the inside
> of
> > my car at the same spot.
> >
> > That night I was very scared of what happened
> so
> > we all slept in his sisters room. That night
> > around 4 in the morning I woke up to see a
> > farmer with a bald head and red beard staring
> at
> > me smiling at the side of the bed.He seemed
> > friendly but he had a giant wound on his head
> > that was bleeding. His sister woke up because
> she
> > felt a presence too and as she woke up the man
> > disappeared. I told them what I saw and the
> > next day the door in her closet was placed
> > perfectly to the side and no one had been in
> there
> > since the last night when she put it back up.
>
>
> This sounds pretty intense. I live in Mclean near
> Great Falls I have always felt like those
> neighborhoods are haunted around there.
I heard a rumor about the Colvin Run Mill being haunted but I wasn't sure. I was there one time with a friend and it was getting dark, we were on the floor above the grinding room (the room that grinds grains) and the I noticed a black figure moving from the fire place to the left and looked like it exited to the right where a back door was. I told my friend ''did you see that? '' and he saw it too. Now the floor we were on was lit and the bottom floor was dark but we saw something move that was blacker than night move. I live 1/4 mile away from the mill. I usually don't head back there but when I do I think about what I saw that day. Now I don't see it anymore but I have a feeling something is there.
-------------------------------------------------------
> GHOST IN GREAT FALLS Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I was staying at my boyfriends house for a
> couple
> > of weeks last summer and a lot of strange
> things
> > took place in the time I was
> > staying there. First 2 nights while I was
> sitting
> > outside with him and his sister we heard bells
> /
> > chimes at the house.
> >
> > The first time it was around the house but
> there
> > was a party at a house in the neighborhood so
> we
> > thought the sound was coming from
> > there. The second night we heard it the bells
> > started coming closer and closer to the house
> like
> > it was charging to us. That week a
> > kept waking up at 3:33 every night and would
> here
> > tapping all around me as well as his sister.
> Also
> > in his sisters room this door going
> > to the pipes in her closet kept falling off
> every
> > night when no one was in there.
> >
> > At the beginning of the week I couldn't find my
> > phone so I checked his entire room and suddenly
> > the phone dropped from the vent on the
> > ceiling and was freezing cold. After that I was
> we
> > heard all these creepy noises around the house
> > every night and the door in his sisters
> > closet kept falling.
> >
> > Finally on the last night before I left I went
> > shopping at Tyson's real late and I had a bunch
> of
> > things in the back of my car. I started
> > driving back to his house and heard this huge
> slam
> > on the back of my car. I looked on the road
> near
> > his house to see if I had hit anyone
> > or too see what the sound was but no one was
> > there. I called him to come out of the house
> > before I pulled in his driveway and told him
> what
> > I heard and as I went to show him where I heard
> > the sound there was a handprint on the inside
> of
> > my car at the same spot.
> >
> > That night I was very scared of what happened
> so
> > we all slept in his sisters room. That night
> > around 4 in the morning I woke up to see a
> > farmer with a bald head and red beard staring
> at
> > me smiling at the side of the bed.He seemed
> > friendly but he had a giant wound on his head
> > that was bleeding. His sister woke up because
> she
> > felt a presence too and as she woke up the man
> > disappeared. I told them what I saw and the
> > next day the door in her closet was placed
> > perfectly to the side and no one had been in
> there
> > since the last night when she put it back up.
>
>
> This sounds pretty intense. I live in Mclean near
> Great Falls I have always felt like those
> neighborhoods are haunted around there.
I heard a rumor about the Colvin Run Mill being haunted but I wasn't sure. I was there one time with a friend and it was getting dark, we were on the floor above the grinding room (the room that grinds grains) and the I noticed a black figure moving from the fire place to the left and looked like it exited to the right where a back door was. I told my friend ''did you see that? '' and he saw it too. Now the floor we were on was lit and the bottom floor was dark but we saw something move that was blacker than night move. I live 1/4 mile away from the mill. I usually don't head back there but when I do I think about what I saw that day. Now I don't see it anymore but I have a feeling something is there.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
zhockeymom77
()
Date: July 24, 2013 08:39AM
This is not a "ghost" story but instead proof to me that spirits do exist.
One morning in March of 2011, I was filling out paperwork that required family member's names for an upcoming activity. When I went to write my dad's name down, I thought don't put his name because my dad had been in an accident and he won't be able to attend. I did not write his name and forgot about the entire thing until later that afternoon when I had been notified that my dad had a massive heart attack while he was driving causing a multiple fatality car accident. The time of his death was the exact time that I was filling out the paperwork. I know it was my dad stopping by on his way to heaven.
Personally, I have had many encounters with ghosts that I usually only share with a select few. I believe that many people have their minds closed to such encounters and think of those of us that believe as crazy. It is refreshing to read this thread and know that so many people have experiences similar to mine.
One morning in March of 2011, I was filling out paperwork that required family member's names for an upcoming activity. When I went to write my dad's name down, I thought don't put his name because my dad had been in an accident and he won't be able to attend. I did not write his name and forgot about the entire thing until later that afternoon when I had been notified that my dad had a massive heart attack while he was driving causing a multiple fatality car accident. The time of his death was the exact time that I was filling out the paperwork. I know it was my dad stopping by on his way to heaven.
Personally, I have had many encounters with ghosts that I usually only share with a select few. I believe that many people have their minds closed to such encounters and think of those of us that believe as crazy. It is refreshing to read this thread and know that so many people have experiences similar to mine.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Chad
()
Date: July 24, 2013 08:39AM
GHOST IN GREAT FALLS Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> I was staying at my boyfriends house for a couple
> of weeks last summer and a lot of strange things
> took place in the time I was
> staying there. First 2 nights while I was sitting
> outside with him and his sister we heard bells /
> chimes at the house.
>
> The first time it was around the house but there
> was a party at a house in the neighborhood so we
> thought the sound was coming from
> there. The second night we heard it the bells
> started coming closer and closer to the house like
> it was charging to us. That week a
> kept waking up at 3:33 every night and would here
> tapping all around me as well as his sister. Also
> in his sisters room this door going
> to the pipes in her closet kept falling off every
> night when no one was in there.
>
> At the beginning of the week I couldn't find my
> phone so I checked his entire room and suddenly
> the phone dropped from the vent on the
> ceiling and was freezing cold. After that I was we
> heard all these creepy noises around the house
> every night and the door in his sisters
> closet kept falling.
>
> Finally on the last night before I left I went
> shopping at Tyson's real late and I had a bunch of
> things in the back of my car. I started
> driving back to his house and heard this huge slam
> on the back of my car. I looked on the road near
> his house to see if I had hit anyone
> or too see what the sound was but no one was
> there. I called him to come out of the house
> before I pulled in his driveway and told him what
> I heard and as I went to show him where I heard
> the sound there was a handprint on the inside of
> my car at the same spot.
>
> That night I was very scared of what happened so
> we all slept in his sisters room. That night
> around 4 in the morning I woke up to see a
> farmer with a bald head and red beard staring at
> me smiling at the side of the bed.He seemed
> friendly but he had a giant wound on his head
> that was bleeding. His sister woke up because she
> felt a presence too and as she woke up the man
> disappeared. I told them what I saw and the
> next day the door in her closet was placed
> perfectly to the side and no one had been in there
> since the last night when she put it back up.
My friend and I were doing some work in an unoccupied house one day in Great Falls. We headed upstairs to the master bedroom
to do some work in the bathroom. As we got within 3 or 4 feet of the bathroom door it slammed shut in our faces. We left right
away to another level of the house. A few days later I was back at the house to finish working. I was standing in the kitchen
waiting for my helper to arrive at the house. All the sudden a door that led to the basement that was wide open slammed shut
right in front of me with extreme force it startled me to the point where I ran out of the house.
There is something in that house that seemed angry with my presence. I've been back in the house since then and had no other
experiences but I do believe on some level there is someone still there.
-------------------------------------------------------
> I was staying at my boyfriends house for a couple
> of weeks last summer and a lot of strange things
> took place in the time I was
> staying there. First 2 nights while I was sitting
> outside with him and his sister we heard bells /
> chimes at the house.
>
> The first time it was around the house but there
> was a party at a house in the neighborhood so we
> thought the sound was coming from
> there. The second night we heard it the bells
> started coming closer and closer to the house like
> it was charging to us. That week a
> kept waking up at 3:33 every night and would here
> tapping all around me as well as his sister. Also
> in his sisters room this door going
> to the pipes in her closet kept falling off every
> night when no one was in there.
>
> At the beginning of the week I couldn't find my
> phone so I checked his entire room and suddenly
> the phone dropped from the vent on the
> ceiling and was freezing cold. After that I was we
> heard all these creepy noises around the house
> every night and the door in his sisters
> closet kept falling.
>
> Finally on the last night before I left I went
> shopping at Tyson's real late and I had a bunch of
> things in the back of my car. I started
> driving back to his house and heard this huge slam
> on the back of my car. I looked on the road near
> his house to see if I had hit anyone
> or too see what the sound was but no one was
> there. I called him to come out of the house
> before I pulled in his driveway and told him what
> I heard and as I went to show him where I heard
> the sound there was a handprint on the inside of
> my car at the same spot.
>
> That night I was very scared of what happened so
> we all slept in his sisters room. That night
> around 4 in the morning I woke up to see a
> farmer with a bald head and red beard staring at
> me smiling at the side of the bed.He seemed
> friendly but he had a giant wound on his head
> that was bleeding. His sister woke up because she
> felt a presence too and as she woke up the man
> disappeared. I told them what I saw and the
> next day the door in her closet was placed
> perfectly to the side and no one had been in there
> since the last night when she put it back up.
My friend and I were doing some work in an unoccupied house one day in Great Falls. We headed upstairs to the master bedroom
to do some work in the bathroom. As we got within 3 or 4 feet of the bathroom door it slammed shut in our faces. We left right
away to another level of the house. A few days later I was back at the house to finish working. I was standing in the kitchen
waiting for my helper to arrive at the house. All the sudden a door that led to the basement that was wide open slammed shut
right in front of me with extreme force it startled me to the point where I ran out of the house.
There is something in that house that seemed angry with my presence. I've been back in the house since then and had no other
experiences but I do believe on some level there is someone still there.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
tiredstudentmom
()
Date: July 24, 2013 08:50AM
zhockeymom77 Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> This is not a "ghost" story but instead proof to
> me that spirits do exist.
>
> One morning in March of 2011, I was filling out
> paperwork that required family member's names for
> an upcoming activity. When I went to write my
> dad's name down, I thought don't put his name
> because my dad had been in an accident and he
> won't be able to attend. I did not write his name
> and forgot about the entire thing until later that
> afternoon when I had been notified that my dad had
> a massive heart attack while he was driving
> causing a multiple fatality car accident. The time
> of his death was the exact time that I was filling
> out the paperwork. I know it was my dad stopping
> by on his way to heaven.
>
> Personally, I have had many encounters with ghosts
> that I usually only share with a select few. I
> believe that many people have their minds closed
> to such encounters and think of those of us that
> believe as crazy. It is refreshing to read this
> thread and know that so many people have
> experiences similar to mine.
It's amazing what happens when one opens up their mind/heart... I too have had experiences that I cannot explain by any other means. Kudos for you for being able to "see" what's out there!
-------------------------------------------------------
> This is not a "ghost" story but instead proof to
> me that spirits do exist.
>
> One morning in March of 2011, I was filling out
> paperwork that required family member's names for
> an upcoming activity. When I went to write my
> dad's name down, I thought don't put his name
> because my dad had been in an accident and he
> won't be able to attend. I did not write his name
> and forgot about the entire thing until later that
> afternoon when I had been notified that my dad had
> a massive heart attack while he was driving
> causing a multiple fatality car accident. The time
> of his death was the exact time that I was filling
> out the paperwork. I know it was my dad stopping
> by on his way to heaven.
>
> Personally, I have had many encounters with ghosts
> that I usually only share with a select few. I
> believe that many people have their minds closed
> to such encounters and think of those of us that
> believe as crazy. It is refreshing to read this
> thread and know that so many people have
> experiences similar to mine.
It's amazing what happens when one opens up their mind/heart... I too have had experiences that I cannot explain by any other means. Kudos for you for being able to "see" what's out there!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
leodoula
()
Date: July 24, 2013 08:51AM
Hi! This is my first post so please bere with me! it's going to be a long one!
While I haven't had anything happen at work yet,I am a paranormal investagator outside of work. I noticed that Waverly Hills has been mentioned several times. I have investaged it multiple times and it is my "pet" haunted place. I just feel so drawn there. The running joke on my team is I'd rather go to Waverly than eat ice cream and I love ice cream! I've been 5 times in 2 years and know the place like the back of my hand.
Most people know of Waverly Hills from tv shows like Ghost Hunters, Ghost Adventures and the many documenteries made about the place. Sadly a lot of the history has been drummed up to make for interesting tv and the current owners of the place play right into it. I can understand why..they are making a living off of the building being haunted.The current owners sell tours and ghost hunts for a fee and the money is going to restore the building and eventually turn it into a 4 star "haunted" hotel.But for those of you that may be interested in the real story and in some of the ghosts here you go!
History: I've spent many hours researching this place and this is the most factual info that i have found so far.
Waverly Hills Sanatorium is located in Louisville, Ky and was first opened in 1910 to house TB pts. The origonal building was wooden and could only house 40 pts. This proved to be too small for the ever climbing TB rates. In 1923, it was decided that a state of the art hospital would be built to meet the needs of the state. The doors of the new hospital opened in 1926 and could house up to 500 pts and usually had a long waiting list because it was the nation's top TB ward for many years. The hospital featured a Salon,a library,a gift shop, it's own radio sation and the latest medical advancements. Waverly played a large part in the development of x-rays and many surgeries that we would now concider shocking and brutial.
Remember anti-botics wasn't a treatment yet. The most common treatments for TB were freash air,that the pts got plenty of due to the open breezeways on every floor, good food and lots of rest. The pts beds were wheeled out on the open breezeways rain or shine, warm or cold. They used electric blankets in the winter months to keep pts warm.
Other treatments included-Pneumoectomy, the surgical removal of part or even a whole lung. Phrenic Nerve Crush- The nerve supply cut off to one diaphragm to allow the affected lung to heal. Thoracoplasty- The removal of several ribs (usually 7 to 8) to collapse the lung and to permit swelling, this was usually carried out over several surgeries because most Drs only like to remove 2-3 ribs at a time. And Artificial Pneumothorax- the introduction of air into the pleural cavity causing it to collapse.
As you can gather very few made it out alive. Around 8 to 10,000 people died there and at the peak of the TB epidemic the hosptial lost an average of 1-3 pts a day.To keep up pts spirits the Dr's thought it was best that they not see just how many were dying. The hospital is built on top of a large hill. There was a service tunnel that staff used to carry up goods for the hospital from the train tracks below. It also served as a warm way into the hospital for dr's and nurse's who lived off site. The tunnel was rigged with a pulley system so that bodys could be taken out of the hospital with no ones notice. This is where the tunnel became known as "The Death Tunnel" and "The Body Chute".
After the introduction of anti-botics pt numbers dwindled and Waverly Hills closed in 1961. It didn't say closed for long as it re-opened as Woodhaven Medical Services in 1962. Woodhaven was a LTC facility for the elderly and the mentally handicaped. They "specialized" in treating dementia, which at the time was electro-shock. Woodhaven was open until 1980 when it was shut down by the state for pt abuse and neglect.
It has stood open and empty ever since to the elements, to vandals, and to thrill seekers. The current owners bought and opened it to the public for tours and ghost hunts in 2001. They regularly hold a haunted house around Halloween as well to raise money to restore the buliding.
Now for the ghost stories: These are the basic tales told about the place. These are NOT my personal experiances and I will add them later if you'd like.
1. Room 502- There are 2 nurses that are said to haunt room 502. The first was reported to have died in the 30's. Supposedly the young woman was having an affair with one of the dr's and became pregnant.Well being unmarried and pregnant in the 1930's didn't fly very well so she hung herself from a light fixture in the hallway right in frount of room 502. Another verson of the same story goes: that the dr tried to preform an abortion on her and it went wrong and she bled to death. To cover up what he had done he staged her sucide. And yet another version claims that she was unmarried, pregnant, and contracted TB so she hung herself.
The second nurse in 502 either fell,jumped, or was pushed from the window inside the room sometime in the 50's.
2.The 4th floor OR is said to be haunted by a dr,maybe the one who killed the nurse in 502?
3. The 4th floor is also home to "Big Black" a very large shadow figure that is said to go from floor to ceiling, and "The Creeper" a smaller shadow figure that scurries along the walls and ceiling.
4. The spirit of a small boy is said to roam the whole hospital and play with the many toys people bring for him.
5. The 3rd floor is supposedly inhabited by the ghost of an old man and his white dog. A group of cultists brought a homeless man and his dog into the hospital and murdered them. The Police found him the next day after answering the call for a tripped security alarm. They had thrown him down the elavator shaft.
All over the hospital people have reported hearing footsteps, whispering, people talking, seeing shadows, seeing people, smelling food, feeling something touch them ect.
I'm happy to answer any questions about the place or to relay my personal experiances.
While I haven't had anything happen at work yet,I am a paranormal investagator outside of work. I noticed that Waverly Hills has been mentioned several times. I have investaged it multiple times and it is my "pet" haunted place. I just feel so drawn there. The running joke on my team is I'd rather go to Waverly than eat ice cream and I love ice cream! I've been 5 times in 2 years and know the place like the back of my hand.
Most people know of Waverly Hills from tv shows like Ghost Hunters, Ghost Adventures and the many documenteries made about the place. Sadly a lot of the history has been drummed up to make for interesting tv and the current owners of the place play right into it. I can understand why..they are making a living off of the building being haunted.The current owners sell tours and ghost hunts for a fee and the money is going to restore the building and eventually turn it into a 4 star "haunted" hotel.But for those of you that may be interested in the real story and in some of the ghosts here you go!
History: I've spent many hours researching this place and this is the most factual info that i have found so far.
Waverly Hills Sanatorium is located in Louisville, Ky and was first opened in 1910 to house TB pts. The origonal building was wooden and could only house 40 pts. This proved to be too small for the ever climbing TB rates. In 1923, it was decided that a state of the art hospital would be built to meet the needs of the state. The doors of the new hospital opened in 1926 and could house up to 500 pts and usually had a long waiting list because it was the nation's top TB ward for many years. The hospital featured a Salon,a library,a gift shop, it's own radio sation and the latest medical advancements. Waverly played a large part in the development of x-rays and many surgeries that we would now concider shocking and brutial.
Remember anti-botics wasn't a treatment yet. The most common treatments for TB were freash air,that the pts got plenty of due to the open breezeways on every floor, good food and lots of rest. The pts beds were wheeled out on the open breezeways rain or shine, warm or cold. They used electric blankets in the winter months to keep pts warm.
Other treatments included-Pneumoectomy, the surgical removal of part or even a whole lung. Phrenic Nerve Crush- The nerve supply cut off to one diaphragm to allow the affected lung to heal. Thoracoplasty- The removal of several ribs (usually 7 to 8) to collapse the lung and to permit swelling, this was usually carried out over several surgeries because most Drs only like to remove 2-3 ribs at a time. And Artificial Pneumothorax- the introduction of air into the pleural cavity causing it to collapse.
As you can gather very few made it out alive. Around 8 to 10,000 people died there and at the peak of the TB epidemic the hosptial lost an average of 1-3 pts a day.To keep up pts spirits the Dr's thought it was best that they not see just how many were dying. The hospital is built on top of a large hill. There was a service tunnel that staff used to carry up goods for the hospital from the train tracks below. It also served as a warm way into the hospital for dr's and nurse's who lived off site. The tunnel was rigged with a pulley system so that bodys could be taken out of the hospital with no ones notice. This is where the tunnel became known as "The Death Tunnel" and "The Body Chute".
After the introduction of anti-botics pt numbers dwindled and Waverly Hills closed in 1961. It didn't say closed for long as it re-opened as Woodhaven Medical Services in 1962. Woodhaven was a LTC facility for the elderly and the mentally handicaped. They "specialized" in treating dementia, which at the time was electro-shock. Woodhaven was open until 1980 when it was shut down by the state for pt abuse and neglect.
It has stood open and empty ever since to the elements, to vandals, and to thrill seekers. The current owners bought and opened it to the public for tours and ghost hunts in 2001. They regularly hold a haunted house around Halloween as well to raise money to restore the buliding.
Now for the ghost stories: These are the basic tales told about the place. These are NOT my personal experiances and I will add them later if you'd like.
1. Room 502- There are 2 nurses that are said to haunt room 502. The first was reported to have died in the 30's. Supposedly the young woman was having an affair with one of the dr's and became pregnant.Well being unmarried and pregnant in the 1930's didn't fly very well so she hung herself from a light fixture in the hallway right in frount of room 502. Another verson of the same story goes: that the dr tried to preform an abortion on her and it went wrong and she bled to death. To cover up what he had done he staged her sucide. And yet another version claims that she was unmarried, pregnant, and contracted TB so she hung herself.
The second nurse in 502 either fell,jumped, or was pushed from the window inside the room sometime in the 50's.
2.The 4th floor OR is said to be haunted by a dr,maybe the one who killed the nurse in 502?
3. The 4th floor is also home to "Big Black" a very large shadow figure that is said to go from floor to ceiling, and "The Creeper" a smaller shadow figure that scurries along the walls and ceiling.
4. The spirit of a small boy is said to roam the whole hospital and play with the many toys people bring for him.
5. The 3rd floor is supposedly inhabited by the ghost of an old man and his white dog. A group of cultists brought a homeless man and his dog into the hospital and murdered them. The Police found him the next day after answering the call for a tripped security alarm. They had thrown him down the elavator shaft.
All over the hospital people have reported hearing footsteps, whispering, people talking, seeing shadows, seeing people, smelling food, feeling something touch them ect.
I'm happy to answer any questions about the place or to relay my personal experiances.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Belmont country club haunting
()
Date: July 24, 2013 08:55AM
I live in Belmont country club in Ashburn Virginia and I have seen a young girl swinging on the playground off
of medalist. At first I thought to ask her if she needed help and then as I got closer she lifted her head and it
was the most evil face I have ever seen. She said to get off their land and then said we are coming for you. Since
this happened on Nov. 7th 2008 9 of my neighbors and about 6 others from the Belmont area have seen and heard noises
and even one child was attacked by an unexplained being.
Ashburn may be safe but the country club is cursed.
of medalist. At first I thought to ask her if she needed help and then as I got closer she lifted her head and it
was the most evil face I have ever seen. She said to get off their land and then said we are coming for you. Since
this happened on Nov. 7th 2008 9 of my neighbors and about 6 others from the Belmont area have seen and heard noises
and even one child was attacked by an unexplained being.
Ashburn may be safe but the country club is cursed.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
gail323
()
Date: July 24, 2013 11:03AM
leodoula Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Hi! This is my first post so please bere with me!
> it's going to be a long one!
>
> While I haven't had anything happen at work yet,I
> am a paranormal investagator outside of work. I
> noticed that Waverly Hills has been mentioned
> several times. I have investaged it multiple times
> and it is my "pet" haunted place. I just feel so
> drawn there. The running joke on my team is I'd
> rather go to Waverly than eat ice cream and I love
> ice cream! I've been 5 times in 2 years and know
> the place like the back of my hand.
>
> Most people know of Waverly Hills from tv shows
> like Ghost Hunters, Ghost Adventures and the many
> documenteries made about the place. Sadly a lot of
> the history has been drummed up to make for
> interesting tv and the current owners of the place
> play right into it. I can understand why..they are
> making a living off of the building being
> haunted.The current owners sell tours and ghost
> hunts for a fee and the money is going to restore
> the building and eventually turn it into a 4 star
> "haunted" hotel.But for those of you that may be
> interested in the real story and in some of the
> ghosts here you go!
>
> History: I've spent many hours researching this
> place and this is the most factual info that i
> have found so far.
>
> Waverly Hills Sanatorium is located in Louisville,
> Ky and was first opened in 1910 to house TB pts.
> The origonal building was wooden and could only
> house 40 pts. This proved to be too small for the
> ever climbing TB rates. In 1923, it was decided
> that a state of the art hospital would be built to
> meet the needs of the state. The doors of the new
> hospital opened in 1926 and could house up to 500
> pts and usually had a long waiting list because it
> was the nation's top TB ward for many years. The
> hospital featured a Salon,a library,a gift shop,
> it's own radio sation and the latest medical
> advancements. Waverly played a large part in the
> development of x-rays and many surgeries that we
> would now concider shocking and brutial.
>
> Remember anti-botics wasn't a treatment yet. The
> most common treatments for TB were freash air,that
> the pts got plenty of due to the open breezeways
> on every floor, good food and lots of rest. The
> pts beds were wheeled out on the open breezeways
> rain or shine, warm or cold. They used electric
> blankets in the winter months to keep pts warm.
> Other treatments included-Pneumoectomy, the
> surgical removal of part or even a whole lung.
> Phrenic Nerve Crush- The nerve supply cut off to
> one diaphragm to allow the affected lung to heal.
> Thoracoplasty- The removal of several ribs
> (usually 7 to 8) to collapse the lung and to
> permit swelling, this was usually carried out over
> several surgeries because most Drs only like to
> remove 2-3 ribs at a time. And Artificial
> Pneumothorax- the introduction of air into the
> pleural cavity causing it to collapse.
>
> As you can gather very few made it out alive.
> Around 8 to 10,000 people died there and at the
> peak of the TB epidemic the hosptial lost an
> average of 1-3 pts a day.To keep up pts spirits
> the Dr's thought it was best that they not see
> just how many were dying. The hospital is built on
> top of a large hill. There was a service tunnel
> that staff used to carry up goods for the hospital
> from the train tracks below. It also served as a
> warm way into the hospital for dr's and nurse's
> who lived off site. The tunnel was rigged with a
> pulley system so that bodys could be taken out of
> the hospital with no ones notice. This is where
> the tunnel became known as "The Death Tunnel" and
> "The Body Chute".
>
> After the introduction of anti-botics pt numbers
> dwindled and Waverly Hills closed in 1961. It
> didn't say closed for long as it re-opened as
> Woodhaven Medical Services in 1962. Woodhaven was
> a LTC facility for the elderly and the mentally
> handicaped. They "specialized" in treating
> dementia, which at the time was electro-shock.
> Woodhaven was open until 1980 when it was shut
> down by the state for pt abuse and neglect.
>
> It has stood open and empty ever since to the
> elements, to vandals, and to thrill seekers. The
> current owners bought and opened it to the public
> for tours and ghost hunts in 2001. They regularly
> hold a haunted house around Halloween as well to
> raise money to restore the buliding.
>
> Now for the ghost stories: These are the basic
> tales told about the place. These are NOT my
> personal experiances and I will add them later if
> you'd like.
>
> 1. Room 502- There are 2 nurses that are said to
> haunt room 502. The first was reported to have
> died in the 30's. Supposedly the young woman was
> having an affair with one of the dr's and became
> pregnant.Well being unmarried and pregnant in the
> 1930's didn't fly very well so she hung herself
> from a light fixture in the hallway right in
> frount of room 502. Another verson of the same
> story goes: that the dr tried to preform an
> abortion on her and it went wrong and she bled to
> death. To cover up what he had done he staged her
> sucide. And yet another version claims that she
> was unmarried, pregnant, and contracted TB so she
> hung herself.
> The second nurse in 502 either fell,jumped, or
> was pushed from the window inside the room
> sometime in the 50's.
>
> 2.The 4th floor OR is said to be haunted by a
> dr,maybe the one who killed the nurse in 502?
>
> 3. The 4th floor is also home to "Big Black" a
> very large shadow figure that is said to go from
> floor to ceiling, and "The Creeper" a smaller
> shadow figure that scurries along the walls and
> ceiling.
>
> 4. The spirit of a small boy is said to roam the
> whole hospital and play with the many toys people
> bring for him.
>
> 5. The 3rd floor is supposedly inhabited by the
> ghost of an old man and his white dog. A group of
> cultists brought a homeless man and his dog into
> the hospital and murdered them. The Police found
> him the next day after answering the call for a
> tripped security alarm. They had thrown him down
> the elavator shaft.
>
> All over the hospital people have reported hearing
> footsteps, whispering, people talking, seeing
> shadows, seeing people, smelling food, feeling
> something touch them ect.
>
> I'm happy to answer any questions about the place
> or to relay my personal experiances.
Thanks, Leoduola, for the information you provided on the sanitarium in Kentucky. My Mom and several members of her family were diagnosed with tuberculosis around 1940 and Mom spent a couple of years in a sanitarium in Minnesota. She rarely talked about it but as she got older, she said that she always scared doctors when they saw her for the first time because they "removed her lung". When she passed away 3 1/2 years ago, it was because her remaining lung was just plain worn out - she lived for around 70 years after her bout with tuberculosis.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Hi! This is my first post so please bere with me!
> it's going to be a long one!
>
> While I haven't had anything happen at work yet,I
> am a paranormal investagator outside of work. I
> noticed that Waverly Hills has been mentioned
> several times. I have investaged it multiple times
> and it is my "pet" haunted place. I just feel so
> drawn there. The running joke on my team is I'd
> rather go to Waverly than eat ice cream and I love
> ice cream! I've been 5 times in 2 years and know
> the place like the back of my hand.
>
> Most people know of Waverly Hills from tv shows
> like Ghost Hunters, Ghost Adventures and the many
> documenteries made about the place. Sadly a lot of
> the history has been drummed up to make for
> interesting tv and the current owners of the place
> play right into it. I can understand why..they are
> making a living off of the building being
> haunted.The current owners sell tours and ghost
> hunts for a fee and the money is going to restore
> the building and eventually turn it into a 4 star
> "haunted" hotel.But for those of you that may be
> interested in the real story and in some of the
> ghosts here you go!
>
> History: I've spent many hours researching this
> place and this is the most factual info that i
> have found so far.
>
> Waverly Hills Sanatorium is located in Louisville,
> Ky and was first opened in 1910 to house TB pts.
> The origonal building was wooden and could only
> house 40 pts. This proved to be too small for the
> ever climbing TB rates. In 1923, it was decided
> that a state of the art hospital would be built to
> meet the needs of the state. The doors of the new
> hospital opened in 1926 and could house up to 500
> pts and usually had a long waiting list because it
> was the nation's top TB ward for many years. The
> hospital featured a Salon,a library,a gift shop,
> it's own radio sation and the latest medical
> advancements. Waverly played a large part in the
> development of x-rays and many surgeries that we
> would now concider shocking and brutial.
>
> Remember anti-botics wasn't a treatment yet. The
> most common treatments for TB were freash air,that
> the pts got plenty of due to the open breezeways
> on every floor, good food and lots of rest. The
> pts beds were wheeled out on the open breezeways
> rain or shine, warm or cold. They used electric
> blankets in the winter months to keep pts warm.
> Other treatments included-Pneumoectomy, the
> surgical removal of part or even a whole lung.
> Phrenic Nerve Crush- The nerve supply cut off to
> one diaphragm to allow the affected lung to heal.
> Thoracoplasty- The removal of several ribs
> (usually 7 to 8) to collapse the lung and to
> permit swelling, this was usually carried out over
> several surgeries because most Drs only like to
> remove 2-3 ribs at a time. And Artificial
> Pneumothorax- the introduction of air into the
> pleural cavity causing it to collapse.
>
> As you can gather very few made it out alive.
> Around 8 to 10,000 people died there and at the
> peak of the TB epidemic the hosptial lost an
> average of 1-3 pts a day.To keep up pts spirits
> the Dr's thought it was best that they not see
> just how many were dying. The hospital is built on
> top of a large hill. There was a service tunnel
> that staff used to carry up goods for the hospital
> from the train tracks below. It also served as a
> warm way into the hospital for dr's and nurse's
> who lived off site. The tunnel was rigged with a
> pulley system so that bodys could be taken out of
> the hospital with no ones notice. This is where
> the tunnel became known as "The Death Tunnel" and
> "The Body Chute".
>
> After the introduction of anti-botics pt numbers
> dwindled and Waverly Hills closed in 1961. It
> didn't say closed for long as it re-opened as
> Woodhaven Medical Services in 1962. Woodhaven was
> a LTC facility for the elderly and the mentally
> handicaped. They "specialized" in treating
> dementia, which at the time was electro-shock.
> Woodhaven was open until 1980 when it was shut
> down by the state for pt abuse and neglect.
>
> It has stood open and empty ever since to the
> elements, to vandals, and to thrill seekers. The
> current owners bought and opened it to the public
> for tours and ghost hunts in 2001. They regularly
> hold a haunted house around Halloween as well to
> raise money to restore the buliding.
>
> Now for the ghost stories: These are the basic
> tales told about the place. These are NOT my
> personal experiances and I will add them later if
> you'd like.
>
> 1. Room 502- There are 2 nurses that are said to
> haunt room 502. The first was reported to have
> died in the 30's. Supposedly the young woman was
> having an affair with one of the dr's and became
> pregnant.Well being unmarried and pregnant in the
> 1930's didn't fly very well so she hung herself
> from a light fixture in the hallway right in
> frount of room 502. Another verson of the same
> story goes: that the dr tried to preform an
> abortion on her and it went wrong and she bled to
> death. To cover up what he had done he staged her
> sucide. And yet another version claims that she
> was unmarried, pregnant, and contracted TB so she
> hung herself.
> The second nurse in 502 either fell,jumped, or
> was pushed from the window inside the room
> sometime in the 50's.
>
> 2.The 4th floor OR is said to be haunted by a
> dr,maybe the one who killed the nurse in 502?
>
> 3. The 4th floor is also home to "Big Black" a
> very large shadow figure that is said to go from
> floor to ceiling, and "The Creeper" a smaller
> shadow figure that scurries along the walls and
> ceiling.
>
> 4. The spirit of a small boy is said to roam the
> whole hospital and play with the many toys people
> bring for him.
>
> 5. The 3rd floor is supposedly inhabited by the
> ghost of an old man and his white dog. A group of
> cultists brought a homeless man and his dog into
> the hospital and murdered them. The Police found
> him the next day after answering the call for a
> tripped security alarm. They had thrown him down
> the elavator shaft.
>
> All over the hospital people have reported hearing
> footsteps, whispering, people talking, seeing
> shadows, seeing people, smelling food, feeling
> something touch them ect.
>
> I'm happy to answer any questions about the place
> or to relay my personal experiances.
Thanks, Leoduola, for the information you provided on the sanitarium in Kentucky. My Mom and several members of her family were diagnosed with tuberculosis around 1940 and Mom spent a couple of years in a sanitarium in Minnesota. She rarely talked about it but as she got older, she said that she always scared doctors when they saw her for the first time because they "removed her lung". When she passed away 3 1/2 years ago, it was because her remaining lung was just plain worn out - she lived for around 70 years after her bout with tuberculosis.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Leoduola
()
Date: July 24, 2013 11:05AM
The first time I went to Waverly Hills was a fluke. My SIL knew some people that had payed for an 8 hour private investagation. Over half of the people that wanted to go bailed on them pretty unexpectedly. These tours are not cheap. They are $1000 minium and you can take 10 people in for that. SIL knew I was into "that sort of thing" and told DH about it. He reserved us 2 places with them and gave it to me as a christmas gift. I had to wait until late April to go though.
The day finally came and we arrived at Waverly. It's a very impressive building to see and you can tell that it was once very beautiful (still is). The tour guide lead us into what was once the laundry room for the hospital. It's now an office, gift shop, and meeting area for guests. It was quickly determined that there were only 5 of us that had ever been on an investagation before. The other 4 formed thier own group and went off by themselves leaving me in charge of all the noobs. I really wasn't there to "investagate" as much as I was there just to experiance the place.
The tour guide takes us outside and lets us take some pics of the outside of the building and then gives us a quick tour of the inside. He fills us in on the ghost stories and "hot" spots as we go. The hospital isn't a small building so you can imagine. We then split into groups and went our seperate ways. The first group started out in the tunnel and we started on the 1st floor of the hospital. We worked our way up to the second floor which features the cafeteria, the bakery, the dining rooms and a pt wing. As we were walking down to the cafeteria everyone started to smell bacon. As we got closer to the dining rooms and the cafeteria it got stonger just like someone was cooking bacon. It was almost overwhelming by the time we got there. All 6 of us smelled it. We examined the room carefully and knew that no one had brought any bacon with them.We never found any source for the smell.
We continued on back to the pt wing. Each wing is made up of 2 hallways. The outside hallway is made up of the open breezeway (which the hospital was famous for)with a row od pt rooms behind. The inside hallway is where the closed rooms are. These were the rooms used for dying pts. When you were moved to a closed room you knew you didn't have much longer left. We started walking up the outside hallway, everyone was taking there time, chatting since it wasn't dark yet. I crossed over to the inside hallway and was taking pics of some of the rooms. The group continued forward on the other side. DH came to see what I was doing and he took a few pics as well.We started to walk forward and were going to cross back over at the end of the hall and re-join the group. We were walking when we heard shuffling foot steps behind us. We both turned to look at the exact same time and there was nothing there. We continued down the hall like this. Every few steps we'd stop and it would stop. We were taking pics and giggling about it when the rest of the group caught up with us. After they came it stopped though.
We continued on though out the hospital for a few hours with nothing happening. It got dark and we were on the 3rd floor. We were on the outside breezeway and one of the guys with us told everyone to stop. We all froze in place and he told everyone to look at the end of the hallway. My BIL chimed up and said it looked like there was a person standing there. We all saw a dark shadowy out line of a person. I thought it was an acctual person it was so solid looking and immeadately started running to it.There was no way I was going to let someone that wasn't supposed to be there ruin my evening. DH and BIL took off after me. I got there first and followed it into one of the open rooms and though to the inside hallway. There was nothing there. We split up and looked for a person and came up empty handed.
We took a break after that and had lunch. Afterward we went to the tunnel. We tried doing EVP on the way down and using a K2 meter. We had a few spikes on the k2 but we didn't get any EVPs. We found that the end of the tunnel was open so we went out of it and took pictures of the places where supplies were picked up and bodies were taken away so many years ago. We also found a building and took pics of it. (on a side note the owners and guide both claim that this building is not there even though I've touched it and given them pics of it. Research has lead me to believe it was a power house or water treatment.)
We trecked back up and 2 members of our party was over all the fun of the evening but they kept going. We went up to the 4th floor where we started hearing voices and foot steps all over the place. One of our group members had had enough at the point and broke down so we took her out. After seeing that she was ok and comfortable we went back in and did a EVP session in the childrens cafeteria During that time it felt like there were children tugging at the hem of my hoodie and one of the guys we were with kept feeling like he was being touched. We were able to document a cold spot right next to both of us his was 20 degrees colder than the rest of the room and mine was 30.
We then hit the OR on the 4th floor and tried to do another EVP session. We were getting lots of responces on our k2 though. DH was sitting in a metal folding chair holding it. We were getting answers to our questions when all of a sudden the chair felt and sounded like it was kicked hard. We got a few more questions after that and then it stoped. Pretty much everyone was done at that point so we walked out and rested for a moment. DH and I went back in on our own and did another run though of the whole hospital. We found the other group and ened up spending the last hour or so with them. Nothing else really happened that night but it was awesome.
I booked my next trip before we left!
Here are some pics of that night.I did my best to add as much info as possiable to them. NOTE: there is some graffic graffitti in the pics if you are easily offended please do not click the links!!! Also these pics are NOT up for debate. They are what they are and have not been altered in any way. They are there to show people what Waverly is like and not to prove or disprove ghosts.
www.flickr.com/photos/leogirl13/
www.flickr.com/photos/leogirl1333/
The day finally came and we arrived at Waverly. It's a very impressive building to see and you can tell that it was once very beautiful (still is). The tour guide lead us into what was once the laundry room for the hospital. It's now an office, gift shop, and meeting area for guests. It was quickly determined that there were only 5 of us that had ever been on an investagation before. The other 4 formed thier own group and went off by themselves leaving me in charge of all the noobs. I really wasn't there to "investagate" as much as I was there just to experiance the place.
The tour guide takes us outside and lets us take some pics of the outside of the building and then gives us a quick tour of the inside. He fills us in on the ghost stories and "hot" spots as we go. The hospital isn't a small building so you can imagine. We then split into groups and went our seperate ways. The first group started out in the tunnel and we started on the 1st floor of the hospital. We worked our way up to the second floor which features the cafeteria, the bakery, the dining rooms and a pt wing. As we were walking down to the cafeteria everyone started to smell bacon. As we got closer to the dining rooms and the cafeteria it got stonger just like someone was cooking bacon. It was almost overwhelming by the time we got there. All 6 of us smelled it. We examined the room carefully and knew that no one had brought any bacon with them.We never found any source for the smell.
We continued on back to the pt wing. Each wing is made up of 2 hallways. The outside hallway is made up of the open breezeway (which the hospital was famous for)with a row od pt rooms behind. The inside hallway is where the closed rooms are. These were the rooms used for dying pts. When you were moved to a closed room you knew you didn't have much longer left. We started walking up the outside hallway, everyone was taking there time, chatting since it wasn't dark yet. I crossed over to the inside hallway and was taking pics of some of the rooms. The group continued forward on the other side. DH came to see what I was doing and he took a few pics as well.We started to walk forward and were going to cross back over at the end of the hall and re-join the group. We were walking when we heard shuffling foot steps behind us. We both turned to look at the exact same time and there was nothing there. We continued down the hall like this. Every few steps we'd stop and it would stop. We were taking pics and giggling about it when the rest of the group caught up with us. After they came it stopped though.
We continued on though out the hospital for a few hours with nothing happening. It got dark and we were on the 3rd floor. We were on the outside breezeway and one of the guys with us told everyone to stop. We all froze in place and he told everyone to look at the end of the hallway. My BIL chimed up and said it looked like there was a person standing there. We all saw a dark shadowy out line of a person. I thought it was an acctual person it was so solid looking and immeadately started running to it.There was no way I was going to let someone that wasn't supposed to be there ruin my evening. DH and BIL took off after me. I got there first and followed it into one of the open rooms and though to the inside hallway. There was nothing there. We split up and looked for a person and came up empty handed.
We took a break after that and had lunch. Afterward we went to the tunnel. We tried doing EVP on the way down and using a K2 meter. We had a few spikes on the k2 but we didn't get any EVPs. We found that the end of the tunnel was open so we went out of it and took pictures of the places where supplies were picked up and bodies were taken away so many years ago. We also found a building and took pics of it. (on a side note the owners and guide both claim that this building is not there even though I've touched it and given them pics of it. Research has lead me to believe it was a power house or water treatment.)
We trecked back up and 2 members of our party was over all the fun of the evening but they kept going. We went up to the 4th floor where we started hearing voices and foot steps all over the place. One of our group members had had enough at the point and broke down so we took her out. After seeing that she was ok and comfortable we went back in and did a EVP session in the childrens cafeteria During that time it felt like there were children tugging at the hem of my hoodie and one of the guys we were with kept feeling like he was being touched. We were able to document a cold spot right next to both of us his was 20 degrees colder than the rest of the room and mine was 30.
We then hit the OR on the 4th floor and tried to do another EVP session. We were getting lots of responces on our k2 though. DH was sitting in a metal folding chair holding it. We were getting answers to our questions when all of a sudden the chair felt and sounded like it was kicked hard. We got a few more questions after that and then it stoped. Pretty much everyone was done at that point so we walked out and rested for a moment. DH and I went back in on our own and did another run though of the whole hospital. We found the other group and ened up spending the last hour or so with them. Nothing else really happened that night but it was awesome.
I booked my next trip before we left!
Here are some pics of that night.I did my best to add as much info as possiable to them. NOTE: there is some graffic graffitti in the pics if you are easily offended please do not click the links!!! Also these pics are NOT up for debate. They are what they are and have not been altered in any way. They are there to show people what Waverly is like and not to prove or disprove ghosts.
www.flickr.com/photos/leogirl13/
www.flickr.com/photos/leogirl1333/
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
marci
()
Date: July 24, 2013 11:09AM
Belmont country club haunting Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> I live in Belmont country club in Ashburn Virginia
> and I have seen a young girl swinging on the
> playground off
> of medalist. At first I thought to ask her if she
> needed help and then as I got closer she lifted
> her head and it
> was the most evil face I have ever seen. She said
> to get off their land and then said we are coming
> for you. Since
> this happened on Nov. 7th 2008 9 of my neighbors
> and about 6 others from the Belmont area have seen
> and heard noises
> and even one child was attacked by an unexplained
> being.
>
> Ashburn may be safe but the country club is
> cursed.
When I was about 7 years old I lived in Sterling VA and I slept in a room across from the bathroom. I slept
with the door open because I was afraid of the dark. Anyways one night I was in bed and I saw a blue girl in
the bathroom.
I thought it was my sister playing a prank on me so the next day I asked her if she was and she said no. Btw
I live in Ashburn now and I know about the little demon girl.
-------------------------------------------------------
> I live in Belmont country club in Ashburn Virginia
> and I have seen a young girl swinging on the
> playground off
> of medalist. At first I thought to ask her if she
> needed help and then as I got closer she lifted
> her head and it
> was the most evil face I have ever seen. She said
> to get off their land and then said we are coming
> for you. Since
> this happened on Nov. 7th 2008 9 of my neighbors
> and about 6 others from the Belmont area have seen
> and heard noises
> and even one child was attacked by an unexplained
> being.
>
> Ashburn may be safe but the country club is
> cursed.
When I was about 7 years old I lived in Sterling VA and I slept in a room across from the bathroom. I slept
with the door open because I was afraid of the dark. Anyways one night I was in bed and I saw a blue girl in
the bathroom.
I thought it was my sister playing a prank on me so the next day I asked her if she was and she said no. Btw
I live in Ashburn now and I know about the little demon girl.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
MaryAnn_RN
()
Date: July 24, 2013 11:18AM
I heard an interesting story a few weeks ago. Part of the hospital has been rebuilt and faces on to our unit. Nurse doing something near the window looks across and sees two people moving about in one of the clinic rooms (it's after hours and clinic is shut). She called a colleague over who also saw these two people. They call security who go over and check out the room; nobody there. A while later the nurses again see these two people moving around so ... they call security. This time the security guys split up - one stands with the nurses while the other one went over to the clinic to check again.
The scary part of this is that the security guys were talking on the radio. The one in the clinic states that the room is empty, but the other security guard standing in our unit with the two nurses could actually see these two people, standing right beside the security guard while he was talking...
The scary part of this is that the security guys were talking on the radio. The one in the clinic states that the room is empty, but the other security guard standing in our unit with the two nurses could actually see these two people, standing right beside the security guard while he was talking...
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
mrsecookie
()
Date: July 24, 2013 11:26AM
It isn't a local story, but non the less to me a terrifying experience.
At the time I was still living at home, in college, and working. Life felt pretty fast paced. Anyhow, I was having an
earlier night than normal and was actually in bed by 10 pm. I had just gotten into bed, lights out but wasn't asleep
yet. In fact, my eyes were still open I was just laying in bed thinking about my day. All of the sudden I felt and
absolutely without a doubt knew that I wasn't alone. The feeling of helplessness and utter terror came over me. Suddenly
I couldnt move and felt pressure over my wrists, ankles, and chest. I couldn't move, since it was dark in my room (black
out shades) I couldn't see any outline, just darkness. I wanted to scream and couldn't. Absolutely nothing would come out.
I was praying in my heart for it to end all the while trying to scream. Suddenly I was able too, and the gripping pressure
around my wrists and ankles release and I could finally scream. I ran out of bed flipped on the light an no one was there.
It felt like someone, or more than just one someone was pinning me down.
I've heard of sleep paralysis. Which is the closest thing I've found to my experience. The only issue I have with that
explanation is that I was awake, fully thinking about the day I had just had.
Any how that's my story!!
At the time I was still living at home, in college, and working. Life felt pretty fast paced. Anyhow, I was having an
earlier night than normal and was actually in bed by 10 pm. I had just gotten into bed, lights out but wasn't asleep
yet. In fact, my eyes were still open I was just laying in bed thinking about my day. All of the sudden I felt and
absolutely without a doubt knew that I wasn't alone. The feeling of helplessness and utter terror came over me. Suddenly
I couldnt move and felt pressure over my wrists, ankles, and chest. I couldn't move, since it was dark in my room (black
out shades) I couldn't see any outline, just darkness. I wanted to scream and couldn't. Absolutely nothing would come out.
I was praying in my heart for it to end all the while trying to scream. Suddenly I was able too, and the gripping pressure
around my wrists and ankles release and I could finally scream. I ran out of bed flipped on the light an no one was there.
It felt like someone, or more than just one someone was pinning me down.
I've heard of sleep paralysis. Which is the closest thing I've found to my experience. The only issue I have with that
explanation is that I was awake, fully thinking about the day I had just had.
Any how that's my story!!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
onthejourney
()
Date: July 24, 2013 11:28AM
MaryAnn_RN Wrote:
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> I heard an interesting story a few weeks ago. Part
> of the hospital has been rebuilt and faces on to
> our unit. Nurse doing something near the window
> looks across and sees two people moving about in
> one of the clinic rooms (it's after hours and
> clinic is shut). She called a colleague over who
> also saw these two people. They call security who
> go over and check out the room; nobody there. A
> while later the nurses again see these two people
> moving around so ... they call security. This time
> the security guys split up - one stands with the
> nurses while the other one went over to the clinic
> to check again.
>
> The scary part of this is that the security guys
> were talking on the radio. The one in the clinic
> states that the room is empty, but the other
> security guard standing in our unit with the two
> nurses could actually see these two people,
> standing right beside the security guard while he
> was talking...
my little experience would be when I was filling the water jugs on midnights I happened to glance at the window across from me and I swore I saw the reflection of someone sitting in the resident's dining area, and of course when I looked back nothing was there...spooky!
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> I heard an interesting story a few weeks ago. Part
> of the hospital has been rebuilt and faces on to
> our unit. Nurse doing something near the window
> looks across and sees two people moving about in
> one of the clinic rooms (it's after hours and
> clinic is shut). She called a colleague over who
> also saw these two people. They call security who
> go over and check out the room; nobody there. A
> while later the nurses again see these two people
> moving around so ... they call security. This time
> the security guys split up - one stands with the
> nurses while the other one went over to the clinic
> to check again.
>
> The scary part of this is that the security guys
> were talking on the radio. The one in the clinic
> states that the room is empty, but the other
> security guard standing in our unit with the two
> nurses could actually see these two people,
> standing right beside the security guard while he
> was talking...
my little experience would be when I was filling the water jugs on midnights I happened to glance at the window across from me and I swore I saw the reflection of someone sitting in the resident's dining area, and of course when I looked back nothing was there...spooky!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
gericarrie
()
Date: July 24, 2013 11:32AM
I am a Director of Nursing in Virginia...I have worked in several ltc facilities and have noted some of the SAME occurrences in different buildings. I was wondering if any of you could relate to any of these as well?
* the children - at least half of all of my residents have seen and talk about the children
*call lights going on and off in certain rooms for no reason
*Residents identifying an "upstairs and downstairs" even though all of my facilities have been 1 floor
*residents' voices changing and telling you things such as "DO not be afraid"
*residents who are actively dying and turn their heads slowly to look at you with this look I cannot describe but send chills up your spine
*the woman in white
*Vital signs machines, oxygen concentrators not working in an end of life or acute situation
*residents seeing "the man" or "the dog".
Any of these things could absolutely be chalked up to hallucinations or dementia, HOWEVER in so many residents in different places?? Or when you have a string of actively dying patients in the building - everything going wrong.....
Has anyone experienced any of these before or can anyone perhaps shed some light on these things for me? Ive been doing this for 20 years and its always the same.
* the children - at least half of all of my residents have seen and talk about the children
*call lights going on and off in certain rooms for no reason
*Residents identifying an "upstairs and downstairs" even though all of my facilities have been 1 floor
*residents' voices changing and telling you things such as "DO not be afraid"
*residents who are actively dying and turn their heads slowly to look at you with this look I cannot describe but send chills up your spine
*the woman in white
*Vital signs machines, oxygen concentrators not working in an end of life or acute situation
*residents seeing "the man" or "the dog".
Any of these things could absolutely be chalked up to hallucinations or dementia, HOWEVER in so many residents in different places?? Or when you have a string of actively dying patients in the building - everything going wrong.....
Has anyone experienced any of these before or can anyone perhaps shed some light on these things for me? Ive been doing this for 20 years and its always the same.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
sideofsubstance
()
Date: July 24, 2013 01:06PM
My friend's brother was in a bad car accident in the middle of the night, and was brought to the hospital I work at. My friend came to the hospital, leaving her husband and two small children at home. She didn't say anything to her children about what had happened, and didn't wake them up either, as she thought it would be best to wait.Anyway, despite the efforts from the medical team, her brother did not survive the trauma and died a few hours later. When my friend got home from the hospital, exhausted from her night and in shock from what happened, she was greeted by her very sleepy 6yr old daughter, who heard her keys in the front door. She was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, and said "mommy where is uncle Timmy?", my friend, not expecting this from her daughter, only answered "what sweetie?", her daughter said " uncle Timmy was in my room and told me to always where my seat belt, and that he loves me, but mommy where did he go? is he having breakfast with us?" My friend was in such disbelief she didn't know how to respond and just told her daughter that uncle Timmy had to go. Its amazing what messages spirits can leave behind and how they can still get through to us after they have passed.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
nhensleyLPN
()
Date: July 24, 2013 01:19PM
gericarrie Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> I am a Director of Nursing in Virginia...I have
> worked in several ltc facilities and have noted
> some of the SAME occurrences in different
> buildings. I was wondering if any of you could
> relate to any of these as well?
>
> * the children - at least half of all of my
> residents have seen and talk about the children
> *call lights going on and off in certain rooms
> for no reason
> *Residents identifying an "upstairs and
> downstairs" even though all of my facilities have
> been 1 floor
> *residents' voices changing and telling you
> things such as "DO not be afraid"
> *residents who are actively dying and turn their
> heads slowly to look at you with this look I
> cannot describe but send chills up your spine
> *the woman in white
> *Vital signs machines, oxygen concentrators not
> working in an end of life or acute situation
> *residents seeing "the man" or "the dog".
>
> Any of these things could absolutely be chalked up
> to hallucinations or dementia, HOWEVER in so many
> residents in different places?? Or when you have a
> string of actively dying patients in the building
> - everything going wrong.....
>
> Has anyone experienced any of these before or can
> anyone perhaps shed some light on these things for
> me? Ive been doing this for 20 years and its
> always the same.
I think you hit the nail on the head when you remarked, "In so many different residents in different places". I beleive in bad spirits, but I also believe these residents could be getting ready to die and are seeing glimpses of heaven. I guess we all have our opinion!
-------------------------------------------------------
> I am a Director of Nursing in Virginia...I have
> worked in several ltc facilities and have noted
> some of the SAME occurrences in different
> buildings. I was wondering if any of you could
> relate to any of these as well?
>
> * the children - at least half of all of my
> residents have seen and talk about the children
> *call lights going on and off in certain rooms
> for no reason
> *Residents identifying an "upstairs and
> downstairs" even though all of my facilities have
> been 1 floor
> *residents' voices changing and telling you
> things such as "DO not be afraid"
> *residents who are actively dying and turn their
> heads slowly to look at you with this look I
> cannot describe but send chills up your spine
> *the woman in white
> *Vital signs machines, oxygen concentrators not
> working in an end of life or acute situation
> *residents seeing "the man" or "the dog".
>
> Any of these things could absolutely be chalked up
> to hallucinations or dementia, HOWEVER in so many
> residents in different places?? Or when you have a
> string of actively dying patients in the building
> - everything going wrong.....
>
> Has anyone experienced any of these before or can
> anyone perhaps shed some light on these things for
> me? Ive been doing this for 20 years and its
> always the same.
I think you hit the nail on the head when you remarked, "In so many different residents in different places". I beleive in bad spirits, but I also believe these residents could be getting ready to die and are seeing glimpses of heaven. I guess we all have our opinion!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Marina9779
()
Date: July 24, 2013 01:20PM
So, we have parishioners in our church (Orthodox) who each have their own story to tell. One of them, a husband and a father, describes an event where he is walking in the countryside and has an encounter/meeting with a dog, a very large dog... as I understand it, he didn't go into any specifics when he was telling my mom this, but this encounter was enough to push his life in a different direction. Before this time, he used to openly make fun of his wife and daughter for going to church regularly, for praying, etc. Now he prays alongside everyone.
Thanks for reading!
Thanks for reading!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Cheshire Girl
()
Date: July 24, 2013 01:26PM
I work in both hospitals and care homes and have come across many strange things.
One Boxing Day morning a resident died in a care home where I was later doing the late shift. This was a modern purpose-built home with long, bright corridors.
The lady died peacefully in her room at the far end of an upstairs corridor. She had liked all the various lights in her room and little bathroom left on at bedtime, and the bedroom and bathroom doors and windows left open, with the corridor lights outside her room on too. The staff would pop in after she fell asleep and turn out the lights and close the doors.
Because she'd died, the room was left undisturbed all day. I saw these lights and doors left like that on my shift, right up until I left at 8pm or so. When the night staff arrived, one eventually decided to close the room up and put out the lights.
She did all this and strolled back to the nurses' station. When she reached it, the corridor lights were all on again and the late resident's bedroom door was open.
She had hysterics and was only prevented from walking out forever by some strong persuasion by the staff nurse!
The staff nurse went down to the room to investigate and found that the windows and bathroom door were open, and all the lights were on as usual. She chose not to disclose that to the hysterical girl that night!
In the same care home, I personally saw something very creepy.
A lady was dying in her room, with her two middle-aged daughters either side of her. As I walked past the room, I glanced in through the oen door and noticed that one of the daughters seemed to be beckoning me.
I went in and asked what I could do for them. However, the daughter had not been beckoning. She said she had actually been waving away an enormous black fly which was buzzing around her mother's face.
She and her sister both flapped their hands around a bit as we spoke. I suggested that we open the window and half-close the curtains so that it would fly out.
'Oh no!' said one, 'Mother doesn't want us to! She says it's her pet!'
I looked at the mother's face and saw that she was smiling, not at us but straight ahead.
Another thing I noticed was that THERE WAS NO FLY. No matter how hard I looked, I couldn't see or hear it, even though the women insisted that it was circling their mother's face as we spoke and continued flapping at it.
I looked again at their faces - the smiling, dying mother, the two solicitous daughters - and decided to back out of the room, with an assurance that I'd be back if they needed me.
How could they all see a fly that wasn't there?
I've since read that in some cultures, it is believed that the devil sends a fly to collect the souls that he has won on earth.
I'm not a superstitious person, and those three women were regular English ladies, but something strange was going on.
One Boxing Day morning a resident died in a care home where I was later doing the late shift. This was a modern purpose-built home with long, bright corridors.
The lady died peacefully in her room at the far end of an upstairs corridor. She had liked all the various lights in her room and little bathroom left on at bedtime, and the bedroom and bathroom doors and windows left open, with the corridor lights outside her room on too. The staff would pop in after she fell asleep and turn out the lights and close the doors.
Because she'd died, the room was left undisturbed all day. I saw these lights and doors left like that on my shift, right up until I left at 8pm or so. When the night staff arrived, one eventually decided to close the room up and put out the lights.
She did all this and strolled back to the nurses' station. When she reached it, the corridor lights were all on again and the late resident's bedroom door was open.
She had hysterics and was only prevented from walking out forever by some strong persuasion by the staff nurse!
The staff nurse went down to the room to investigate and found that the windows and bathroom door were open, and all the lights were on as usual. She chose not to disclose that to the hysterical girl that night!
In the same care home, I personally saw something very creepy.
A lady was dying in her room, with her two middle-aged daughters either side of her. As I walked past the room, I glanced in through the oen door and noticed that one of the daughters seemed to be beckoning me.
I went in and asked what I could do for them. However, the daughter had not been beckoning. She said she had actually been waving away an enormous black fly which was buzzing around her mother's face.
She and her sister both flapped their hands around a bit as we spoke. I suggested that we open the window and half-close the curtains so that it would fly out.
'Oh no!' said one, 'Mother doesn't want us to! She says it's her pet!'
I looked at the mother's face and saw that she was smiling, not at us but straight ahead.
Another thing I noticed was that THERE WAS NO FLY. No matter how hard I looked, I couldn't see or hear it, even though the women insisted that it was circling their mother's face as we spoke and continued flapping at it.
I looked again at their faces - the smiling, dying mother, the two solicitous daughters - and decided to back out of the room, with an assurance that I'd be back if they needed me.
How could they all see a fly that wasn't there?
I've since read that in some cultures, it is believed that the devil sends a fly to collect the souls that he has won on earth.
I'm not a superstitious person, and those three women were regular English ladies, but something strange was going on.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Mgrn123
()
Date: July 24, 2013 01:27PM
marci Wrote:
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> Belmont country club haunting Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I live in Belmont country club in Ashburn
> Virginia
> > and I have seen a young girl swinging on the
> > playground off
> > of medalist. At first I thought to ask her if
> she
> > needed help and then as I got closer she lifted
> > her head and it
> > was the most evil face I have ever seen. She
> said
> > to get off their land and then said we are
> coming
> > for you. Since
> > this happened on Nov. 7th 2008 9 of my
> neighbors
> > and about 6 others from the Belmont area have
> seen
> > and heard noises
> > and even one child was attacked by an
> unexplained
> > being.
> >
> > Ashburn may be safe but the country club is
> > cursed.
>
>
> When I was about 7 years old I lived in Sterling
> VA and I slept in a room across from the bathroom.
> I slept
> with the door open because I was afraid of the
> dark. Anyways one night I was in bed and I saw a
> blue girl in
> the bathroom.
>
> I thought it was my sister playing a prank on me
> so the next day I asked her if she was and she
> said no. Btw
> I live in Ashburn now and I know about the little
> demon girl.
I was about the age of 10 and stayed home from school for being sick. Me and my sister have always been best friends.
Well she decided to stay home as well think she was 20 and in college at the time. I wanted to play hide and seek in
our backyard it was around 2 pm sun up and clear day!!! After I was counting I began to look for her and found her
smiling at me on top of the garage on the roof!!! Me thinking it was odd she was up their said" come down" she just
smiled. I then hear someone behind me say who are u talking to ? it was my sister to this day I have no idea what it
was on the garage. House is about fifty years old we lives in it for about 30 years . someone apparently died in a
fire in that garage and you can still see burn marks on the old wood.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Belmont country club haunting Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I live in Belmont country club in Ashburn
> Virginia
> > and I have seen a young girl swinging on the
> > playground off
> > of medalist. At first I thought to ask her if
> she
> > needed help and then as I got closer she lifted
> > her head and it
> > was the most evil face I have ever seen. She
> said
> > to get off their land and then said we are
> coming
> > for you. Since
> > this happened on Nov. 7th 2008 9 of my
> neighbors
> > and about 6 others from the Belmont area have
> seen
> > and heard noises
> > and even one child was attacked by an
> unexplained
> > being.
> >
> > Ashburn may be safe but the country club is
> > cursed.
>
>
> When I was about 7 years old I lived in Sterling
> VA and I slept in a room across from the bathroom.
> I slept
> with the door open because I was afraid of the
> dark. Anyways one night I was in bed and I saw a
> blue girl in
> the bathroom.
>
> I thought it was my sister playing a prank on me
> so the next day I asked her if she was and she
> said no. Btw
> I live in Ashburn now and I know about the little
> demon girl.
I was about the age of 10 and stayed home from school for being sick. Me and my sister have always been best friends.
Well she decided to stay home as well think she was 20 and in college at the time. I wanted to play hide and seek in
our backyard it was around 2 pm sun up and clear day!!! After I was counting I began to look for her and found her
smiling at me on top of the garage on the roof!!! Me thinking it was odd she was up their said" come down" she just
smiled. I then hear someone behind me say who are u talking to ? it was my sister to this day I have no idea what it
was on the garage. House is about fifty years old we lives in it for about 30 years . someone apparently died in a
fire in that garage and you can still see burn marks on the old wood.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
CFitzRN
()
Date: July 24, 2013 01:33PM
mrsecookie Wrote:
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> It isn't a local story, but non the less to me a
> terrifying experience.
>
> At the time I was still living at home, in
> college, and working. Life felt pretty fast paced.
> Anyhow, I was having an
> earlier night than normal and was actually in bed
> by 10 pm. I had just gotten into bed, lights out
> but wasn't asleep
> yet. In fact, my eyes were still open I was just
> laying in bed thinking about my day. All of the
> sudden I felt and
> absolutely without a doubt knew that I wasn't
> alone. The feeling of helplessness and utter
> terror came over me. Suddenly
> I couldnt move and felt pressure over my wrists,
> ankles, and chest. I couldn't move, since it was
> dark in my room (black
> out shades) I couldn't see any outline, just
> darkness. I wanted to scream and couldn't.
> Absolutely nothing would come out.
> I was praying in my heart for it to end all the
> while trying to scream. Suddenly I was able too,
> and the gripping pressure
> around my wrists and ankles release and I could
> finally scream. I ran out of bed flipped on the
> light an no one was there.
> It felt like someone, or more than just one
> someone was pinning me down.
>
> I've heard of sleep paralysis. Which is the
> closest thing I've found to my experience. The
> only issue I have with that
> explanation is that I was awake, fully thinking
> about the day I had just had.
>
> Any how that's my story!!
This happened to me once, at about age 12. It was terrifying. Check out this link: http://paranormal.about.com/od/human...g-Syndrome.htm
-------------------------------------------------------
> It isn't a local story, but non the less to me a
> terrifying experience.
>
> At the time I was still living at home, in
> college, and working. Life felt pretty fast paced.
> Anyhow, I was having an
> earlier night than normal and was actually in bed
> by 10 pm. I had just gotten into bed, lights out
> but wasn't asleep
> yet. In fact, my eyes were still open I was just
> laying in bed thinking about my day. All of the
> sudden I felt and
> absolutely without a doubt knew that I wasn't
> alone. The feeling of helplessness and utter
> terror came over me. Suddenly
> I couldnt move and felt pressure over my wrists,
> ankles, and chest. I couldn't move, since it was
> dark in my room (black
> out shades) I couldn't see any outline, just
> darkness. I wanted to scream and couldn't.
> Absolutely nothing would come out.
> I was praying in my heart for it to end all the
> while trying to scream. Suddenly I was able too,
> and the gripping pressure
> around my wrists and ankles release and I could
> finally scream. I ran out of bed flipped on the
> light an no one was there.
> It felt like someone, or more than just one
> someone was pinning me down.
>
> I've heard of sleep paralysis. Which is the
> closest thing I've found to my experience. The
> only issue I have with that
> explanation is that I was awake, fully thinking
> about the day I had just had.
>
> Any how that's my story!!
This happened to me once, at about age 12. It was terrifying. Check out this link: http://paranormal.about.com/od/human...g-Syndrome.htm
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Cheshire Girl
()
Date: July 24, 2013 01:35PM
When I was doing agency work in an old hospital in the next city, I saw a ghost right in front of me.
I was going off-duty one afternoon and to leave the ward I had to walk down a corridor. There were stacking chairs piled up all along one wall. As I entered the corridor I noticed a woman walking ten feet or so in front of me, which was puzzling as I hadn't seen anyone else leaving at the same time.
She was wearing a long pale coat with the hood up, which I also thought odd: why put your hood up indoors?
In the second or two that I thought all this, a high stack of chairs started rattling or vibrating. As the woman passed them the top two FLEW off and fell onto her head!
I started to call 'Watch out!', but as I opened my mouth the chairs landed on her and she vanished. The chairs hit the floor with a clatter.
I stood for a moment, absolutely stunned, then picked up the chairs and re-stacked them. I did briefly consider going back to the ward to tell the staff but thought they'd think me a nutter, and besides, I wanted to be home after a busy shift!
I was going off-duty one afternoon and to leave the ward I had to walk down a corridor. There were stacking chairs piled up all along one wall. As I entered the corridor I noticed a woman walking ten feet or so in front of me, which was puzzling as I hadn't seen anyone else leaving at the same time.
She was wearing a long pale coat with the hood up, which I also thought odd: why put your hood up indoors?
In the second or two that I thought all this, a high stack of chairs started rattling or vibrating. As the woman passed them the top two FLEW off and fell onto her head!
I started to call 'Watch out!', but as I opened my mouth the chairs landed on her and she vanished. The chairs hit the floor with a clatter.
I stood for a moment, absolutely stunned, then picked up the chairs and re-stacked them. I did briefly consider going back to the ward to tell the staff but thought they'd think me a nutter, and besides, I wanted to be home after a busy shift!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Mom2boysRN
()
Date: July 24, 2013 01:37PM
My youngest son was just a baby and it was the middle of the night, I was going across the hall to his room to nurse him. I saw a little boy standing at the other end of the hallway. At first I thought it was my older son (3 years old at the time), but when I turned back he was gone.
I didn't mention it to anyone figuring it was my sleep deprived state making me see things. Shortly after my older son started complaining about the little boy in his room that kept waking him up and teasing him. I asked how big the boy was and he said the same size as him. So I told him next time the boy did it to just tell him he needed to leave him alone because it was time for bed. My son told me the next time the boy did it that he told him to go it was time for bed and the boy did.
Fast forward 3 years later my then baby now three year old was in the room my older son used to sleep in. He complained one day of the little boy that was in his room at night.... I gave him the same advise I gave to my older son. I asked my older son about this figuring he told his brother, but he had no memory of this happening.
Not too long ago my older son was complaining about people talking to him while he was going to sleep every night, they were saying his name and whatnot. We thought maybe it was noise from outside or something and he insisted that no it was right in his room. When he went to school that day and I said "I don't know who is bothering my son, you are welcome to be here but you need to leave my children and us alone. If you keep bothering him you will have to leave" I asked him a few days later if it was still going on and he said no it stopped. About 6 months later complained again about this happening and I went in his room and reminded the voices about what I said, again it stopped.
My husband and I have seen a black shadow in the shape of a large man in the house. My husband has told me he frequently hears me calling his name when it's not me... which creeps me out totally.
We are only the 2nd owners of our home and the previous owners are alive and well, but a former pt actually told me he used to graze cattle in the area where our neighborhood is, so I'm guessing there were maybe deaths on the land?
Have another from college but will save that for another day.
I didn't mention it to anyone figuring it was my sleep deprived state making me see things. Shortly after my older son started complaining about the little boy in his room that kept waking him up and teasing him. I asked how big the boy was and he said the same size as him. So I told him next time the boy did it to just tell him he needed to leave him alone because it was time for bed. My son told me the next time the boy did it that he told him to go it was time for bed and the boy did.
Fast forward 3 years later my then baby now three year old was in the room my older son used to sleep in. He complained one day of the little boy that was in his room at night.... I gave him the same advise I gave to my older son. I asked my older son about this figuring he told his brother, but he had no memory of this happening.
Not too long ago my older son was complaining about people talking to him while he was going to sleep every night, they were saying his name and whatnot. We thought maybe it was noise from outside or something and he insisted that no it was right in his room. When he went to school that day and I said "I don't know who is bothering my son, you are welcome to be here but you need to leave my children and us alone. If you keep bothering him you will have to leave" I asked him a few days later if it was still going on and he said no it stopped. About 6 months later complained again about this happening and I went in his room and reminded the voices about what I said, again it stopped.
My husband and I have seen a black shadow in the shape of a large man in the house. My husband has told me he frequently hears me calling his name when it's not me... which creeps me out totally.
We are only the 2nd owners of our home and the previous owners are alive and well, but a former pt actually told me he used to graze cattle in the area where our neighborhood is, so I'm guessing there were maybe deaths on the land?
Have another from college but will save that for another day.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Babs0512
()
Date: July 24, 2013 01:39PM
Okay, true story. I have always been "sensitive" to paranormal stuff - it's been happening all my life. My earliest memory is hearing the phone ringing and ringing while we were eating dinner - and I said "Is anyone going to get the phone!" It was then that it rang, I heard it before it actually started. Apparently this kind of thing happened often, with the phone, door bell, knowing who was coming to visit before my parents, etc... eventually it freaked my mother out and she said "just STOP IT! I can't take this anymore!" So I eventually just "stopped" - but nevertheless, almost every house I've ever lived in was haunted - my daughter who is 27 is a "sensitive" too, as she has a ghost that "follows" her around to which ever apartment she is in. It's a shadow ghost. Anyway...
One night I got up to go to the bathroom, (we have 2 night lights in the hallway), as I came out of the bedroom, I nearly collided with a 7 foot black/grey figure - who had the vague outline of a head and shoulders but the rest of him just sort of expanded in a blob sort of way. He had substance because he blocked the nightlight he was next to. I whirled sideways to avoid colliding with it, and when I turned around, it was gone. This really spooked me. I'm use to living with my friendly ghost, Mary, but never a black/grey blob that gave me the feeling of evil and dread.
I called TAPS (Ghost hunters), spoke with Grant - and they sent a team to investigate my house. I told them "no TV". We got some great voices on tape, footsteps, but no sign of my blob thing.
That was 4 years ago, and I never saw it again. Just our friendly ghost remains, and I don't mind sharing my house with her, so long as she doesn't rap on walls (she's done that before), or touch me (that too) then I'm good. I feel her sit on my bed at night, I've long since stopped looking to see whose there, as I never see her, but she gets up after a few minutes and goes on her way. Guess that's my story. I could give you lots of details, but not sure you would be interested.
One night I got up to go to the bathroom, (we have 2 night lights in the hallway), as I came out of the bedroom, I nearly collided with a 7 foot black/grey figure - who had the vague outline of a head and shoulders but the rest of him just sort of expanded in a blob sort of way. He had substance because he blocked the nightlight he was next to. I whirled sideways to avoid colliding with it, and when I turned around, it was gone. This really spooked me. I'm use to living with my friendly ghost, Mary, but never a black/grey blob that gave me the feeling of evil and dread.
I called TAPS (Ghost hunters), spoke with Grant - and they sent a team to investigate my house. I told them "no TV". We got some great voices on tape, footsteps, but no sign of my blob thing.
That was 4 years ago, and I never saw it again. Just our friendly ghost remains, and I don't mind sharing my house with her, so long as she doesn't rap on walls (she's done that before), or touch me (that too) then I'm good. I feel her sit on my bed at night, I've long since stopped looking to see whose there, as I never see her, but she gets up after a few minutes and goes on her way. Guess that's my story. I could give you lots of details, but not sure you would be interested.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
ShifraPuah
()
Date: July 24, 2013 02:53PM
Babs0512 Wrote:
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> Okay, true story. I have always been "sensitive"
> to paranormal stuff - it's been happening all my
> life. My earliest memory is hearing the phone
> ringing and ringing while we were eating dinner -
> and I said "Is anyone going to get the phone!" It
> was then that it rang, I heard it before it
> actually started. Apparently this kind of thing
> happened often, with the phone, door bell, knowing
> who was coming to visit before my parents, etc...
> eventually it freaked my mother out and she said
> "just STOP IT! I can't take this anymore!" So I
> eventually just "stopped" - but nevertheless,
> almost every house I've ever lived in was haunted
> - my daughter who is 27 is a "sensitive" too, as
> she has a ghost that "follows" her around to which
> ever apartment she is in. It's a shadow ghost.
> Anyway...
>
> One night I got up to go to the bathroom, (we have
> 2 night lights in the hallway), as I came out of
> the bedroom, I nearly collided with a 7 foot
> black/grey figure - who had the vague outline of a
> head and shoulders but the rest of him just sort
> of expanded in a blob sort of way. He had
> substance because he blocked the nightlight he was
> next to. I whirled sideways to avoid colliding
> with it, and when I turned around, it was gone.
> This really spooked me. I'm use to living with my
> friendly ghost, Mary, but never a black/grey blob
> that gave me the feeling of evil and dread.
>
> I called TAPS (Ghost hunters), spoke with Grant -
> and they sent a team to investigate my house. I
> told them "no TV". We got some great voices on
> tape, footsteps, but no sign of my blob thing.
>
> That was 4 years ago, and I never saw it again.
> Just our friendly ghost remains, and I don't mind
> sharing my house with her, so long as she doesn't
> rap on walls (she's done that before), or touch me
> (that too) then I'm good. I feel her sit on my bed
> at night, I've long since stopped looking to see
> whose there, as I never see her, but she gets up
> after a few minutes and goes on her way. Guess
> that's my story. I could give you lots of details,
> but not sure you would be interested.
I'm interested! I would love to hear the details. (and, BTW, I share my flat with a ghost, too. He's very quiet but has made his presence known
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> Okay, true story. I have always been "sensitive"
> to paranormal stuff - it's been happening all my
> life. My earliest memory is hearing the phone
> ringing and ringing while we were eating dinner -
> and I said "Is anyone going to get the phone!" It
> was then that it rang, I heard it before it
> actually started. Apparently this kind of thing
> happened often, with the phone, door bell, knowing
> who was coming to visit before my parents, etc...
> eventually it freaked my mother out and she said
> "just STOP IT! I can't take this anymore!" So I
> eventually just "stopped" - but nevertheless,
> almost every house I've ever lived in was haunted
> - my daughter who is 27 is a "sensitive" too, as
> she has a ghost that "follows" her around to which
> ever apartment she is in. It's a shadow ghost.
> Anyway...
>
> One night I got up to go to the bathroom, (we have
> 2 night lights in the hallway), as I came out of
> the bedroom, I nearly collided with a 7 foot
> black/grey figure - who had the vague outline of a
> head and shoulders but the rest of him just sort
> of expanded in a blob sort of way. He had
> substance because he blocked the nightlight he was
> next to. I whirled sideways to avoid colliding
> with it, and when I turned around, it was gone.
> This really spooked me. I'm use to living with my
> friendly ghost, Mary, but never a black/grey blob
> that gave me the feeling of evil and dread.
>
> I called TAPS (Ghost hunters), spoke with Grant -
> and they sent a team to investigate my house. I
> told them "no TV". We got some great voices on
> tape, footsteps, but no sign of my blob thing.
>
> That was 4 years ago, and I never saw it again.
> Just our friendly ghost remains, and I don't mind
> sharing my house with her, so long as she doesn't
> rap on walls (she's done that before), or touch me
> (that too) then I'm good. I feel her sit on my bed
> at night, I've long since stopped looking to see
> whose there, as I never see her, but she gets up
> after a few minutes and goes on her way. Guess
> that's my story. I could give you lots of details,
> but not sure you would be interested.
I'm interested! I would love to hear the details. (and, BTW, I share my flat with a ghost, too. He's very quiet but has made his presence known
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Babs0512
()
Date: July 24, 2013 03:07PM
Okay, I'll do my story in segments. The day we moved in, I saw Mary for the first time. Basically, what I saw was 1/2 of a lace gown walking across my foyer from the front door to the stairs. (we live in a 110 y/o home, my foyer is so large it is a room unto itself) I didn't see her face, or legs, just the dress that I could see through. This was broad daylight - I wasn't scared, but I was curious. The kids started complaining to myself and my husband that "Josh took my truck" or "Sara took my door stop" - the kids would search and search and eventually find the object in a place where they first looked. One night all the kids were in one bedroom watching TV - when the framed picture above the bed somehow fell by the food of the bed onto the floor - this really spooked the kids, because they knew that could never happen without some kind of "help". I lightly said, "perhaps we have a friendly ghost who wants us to know they are here" then told them not to worry about it, that it would probably stop once the ghost got use to us in their house. The kids were really excited after that, "I live in a haunted house" - surprisingly, they weren't afraid.
I saw her several times after that, always walking from the front door to the stairs. One day my hubby and his partner, Kathy, came by for lunch. I mentioned to Kathy that I "think" the house is haunted. She said "I knew it was haunted from the first time you showed it to me" I said, "How did you know?" She said, I saw her dress moving across that room (pointing to the foyer) once directly on, another time in the reflection of the TV. Kathy was "sensitive" too. I then told her, that all I see is the dress too. That was when I named her "Mary" - because she "felt" like a Mary.
When 9/11 happened, Mary noisily made her presence known (we bought the house in June 2000). We were all so sad and crying - we began hearing raps on the walls, three at a time. Even the dogs heard it. We were all in the same room watching the TV coverage. Some of us heard the raps from above the TV, others heard the raps across the room above the couch. This went on for some time - and the kids were getting upset - so I said out loud "Mary, that is enough! We are all very upset, and your rapping is making it worse - no more raps!" There were no more after that until my mother died. (another post)
I've come to believe that Mary "raps" to let us know she feels our pain. She always stops when asked to.
One day I was sitting on the couch watching TV, and I noticed my dogs were "staring" at me for the longest time. I began looking at them, it was then I realized they weren't looking at me, but above and behind me (the foyer area) I then noticed the cat was sitting on the other end of the couch looking at the same area the two dogs were. The hair rose on the back of my neck - and I talked myself into being brave enough to turn around and see what was there, my heart in my throat, I whipped my head around and saw....nothing. When I turned back, the cat was gone and the dogs were laying down. But, the three of them had been looking at something for quite a while! Wish they could talk. LOL Time for bed, I'll write another installment tomorrow. Blessings
I saw her several times after that, always walking from the front door to the stairs. One day my hubby and his partner, Kathy, came by for lunch. I mentioned to Kathy that I "think" the house is haunted. She said "I knew it was haunted from the first time you showed it to me" I said, "How did you know?" She said, I saw her dress moving across that room (pointing to the foyer) once directly on, another time in the reflection of the TV. Kathy was "sensitive" too. I then told her, that all I see is the dress too. That was when I named her "Mary" - because she "felt" like a Mary.
When 9/11 happened, Mary noisily made her presence known (we bought the house in June 2000). We were all so sad and crying - we began hearing raps on the walls, three at a time. Even the dogs heard it. We were all in the same room watching the TV coverage. Some of us heard the raps from above the TV, others heard the raps across the room above the couch. This went on for some time - and the kids were getting upset - so I said out loud "Mary, that is enough! We are all very upset, and your rapping is making it worse - no more raps!" There were no more after that until my mother died. (another post)
I've come to believe that Mary "raps" to let us know she feels our pain. She always stops when asked to.
One day I was sitting on the couch watching TV, and I noticed my dogs were "staring" at me for the longest time. I began looking at them, it was then I realized they weren't looking at me, but above and behind me (the foyer area) I then noticed the cat was sitting on the other end of the couch looking at the same area the two dogs were. The hair rose on the back of my neck - and I talked myself into being brave enough to turn around and see what was there, my heart in my throat, I whipped my head around and saw....nothing. When I turned back, the cat was gone and the dogs were laying down. But, the three of them had been looking at something for quite a while! Wish they could talk. LOL Time for bed, I'll write another installment tomorrow. Blessings
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
littlesleeper
()
Date: July 24, 2013 03:32PM
My MIL had been good friends with this woman, Georgia, all of her life. Her own mother was Georgia's best friend in childhood, which made Georgia something of a second mother-figure to my MIL. Georgia had no children of her own because of a tumor in her youth, so she had basically adopted my MIL and my MIL's brothers and sisters as her own and spoiled them rotten. She had even gone as far as leaving her house to our family in her will and making my MIL her primary in the last 10 years of her life (she lived to be 96).
Georgia was sharp as a tack up until her death and never lost any of her mental abilities. One of her hardest struggles though, because of this, was dealing with the loss of her body functions and the loss of dignity she felt, having us assume more and more responsibility for her ADLs. She decided to die at home and we all took shifts being with her and doing her care in the final 6 months.
In her last month, she began seeing a very tall man dressed in white in her bedroom. If we were staying with her at night, she'd suddenly give a shout and we'd wake up and come in. She'd be shouting "You get out of here! Stop bothering me! I can't do it!" and there would never be anyone there. She'd be upset and would always want to know why we let this tall stranger into her room in the middle of the night, completely irritated with us. We always slept in her living room, which one would have to walk through to get to her room, and never saw this man. He would come to her and tell her to get up and walk to him, but she had lost function of her legs and would yell at him that she couldn't do it, that she wasn't strong enough.
He came to visit her 4-5 times before her death.
The day she died, one of my friends was there for the few hours I was out running errands for my family. My friend was snoozing on the couch because Georgia had been in a coma for three days and was in the quiet, last stage. My friend said that suddenly, she had been jerked awake like someone was warning her, shaking her by the shoulder. She ran into the room to find Georgia taking her last, very quiet breaths. She sang a soft song and Georgia passed on. She was upset later by the experience, not because the death was scary, but because she could not explain who had woken her up to witness Georgia's death.
Georgia had left her house to my family in her will and we moved in for a while after we repainted and renovated it to put it on the market. The most work we did was in the bathroom, putting in all new fixtures. Well, Georgia didn't seem to like to changes because even though we are confident that we put in good work in there, every single new screw has been undone over time and each fixture has fallen apart. Just the other day, the new cupboard door came off in my hand. I had to laugh because it was just so obviously unnatural. At first I thought it was my kids doing it one fixture at a time, but the cupboard had to be unscrewed from the inside and we have childlocks on those so my kids can't get to the chemicals and medicines. I keep apologizing out loud to Georgia for changing her bathroom, but her old fixtures were just not going to be appealing to new homeowners.
Georgia was sharp as a tack up until her death and never lost any of her mental abilities. One of her hardest struggles though, because of this, was dealing with the loss of her body functions and the loss of dignity she felt, having us assume more and more responsibility for her ADLs. She decided to die at home and we all took shifts being with her and doing her care in the final 6 months.
In her last month, she began seeing a very tall man dressed in white in her bedroom. If we were staying with her at night, she'd suddenly give a shout and we'd wake up and come in. She'd be shouting "You get out of here! Stop bothering me! I can't do it!" and there would never be anyone there. She'd be upset and would always want to know why we let this tall stranger into her room in the middle of the night, completely irritated with us. We always slept in her living room, which one would have to walk through to get to her room, and never saw this man. He would come to her and tell her to get up and walk to him, but she had lost function of her legs and would yell at him that she couldn't do it, that she wasn't strong enough.
He came to visit her 4-5 times before her death.
The day she died, one of my friends was there for the few hours I was out running errands for my family. My friend was snoozing on the couch because Georgia had been in a coma for three days and was in the quiet, last stage. My friend said that suddenly, she had been jerked awake like someone was warning her, shaking her by the shoulder. She ran into the room to find Georgia taking her last, very quiet breaths. She sang a soft song and Georgia passed on. She was upset later by the experience, not because the death was scary, but because she could not explain who had woken her up to witness Georgia's death.
Georgia had left her house to my family in her will and we moved in for a while after we repainted and renovated it to put it on the market. The most work we did was in the bathroom, putting in all new fixtures. Well, Georgia didn't seem to like to changes because even though we are confident that we put in good work in there, every single new screw has been undone over time and each fixture has fallen apart. Just the other day, the new cupboard door came off in my hand. I had to laugh because it was just so obviously unnatural. At first I thought it was my kids doing it one fixture at a time, but the cupboard had to be unscrewed from the inside and we have childlocks on those so my kids can't get to the chemicals and medicines. I keep apologizing out loud to Georgia for changing her bathroom, but her old fixtures were just not going to be appealing to new homeowners.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Gypsy_Nurse
()
Date: July 24, 2013 03:33PM
gericarrie Wrote:
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> I am a Director of Nursing in Virginia...I have
> worked in several ltc facilities and have noted
> some of the SAME occurrences in different
> buildings. I was wondering if any of you could
> relate to any of these as well?
>
> * the children - at least half of all of my
> residents have seen and talk about the children
> *call lights going on and off in certain rooms
> for no reason
> *Residents identifying an "upstairs and
> downstairs" even though all of my facilities have
> been 1 floor
> *residents' voices changing and telling you
> things such as "DO not be afraid"
> *residents who are actively dying and turn their
> heads slowly to look at you with this look I
> cannot describe but send chills up your spine
> *the woman in white
> *Vital signs machines, oxygen concentrators not
> working in an end of life or acute situation
> *residents seeing "the man" or "the dog".
>
> Any of these things could absolutely be chalked up
> to hallucinations or dementia, HOWEVER in so many
> residents in different places?? Or when you have a
> string of actively dying patients in the building
> - everything going wrong.....
>
> Has anyone experienced any of these before or can
> anyone perhaps shed some light on these things for
> me? Ive been doing this for 20 years and its
> always the same.
As a travel nurse I can safely say I have worked at many hosiptals. I always love hearing all the stories that each hospital has, because you know that every hospital is haunted (according to the night shift!). At the hospital I currently am at they have stories of their own, which is somewhat surprising because this hospital was built on farmland in 2009, so it's basically brand-new. Apparently the farmer who owned the land didn't want a hospital to be built on it, but the hospital won, the farmer gave up his land, and during construction of the hospital the farmer died (of natural causes, nothing suspicious). On a walk-thru of the hospital some big-wigs were giving a tour, and apparently when they walked past an empty room (no patients had been allowed in the hosiptal yet) they saw a man standing there in overalls and a flannel shirt. When they backed up to check it out nobody was there. Maybe it was the farmer??
There is a room designated as the 'hospice room' which also gets used as an overflow ortho-surgical room, and I HATE it when I have patients in there because of this: one night a nurse had an ortho patient in the room. The nurse kept seeing shadows in the room, and also saw a white mist. She never told the patient about what she saw. The next day the patient asked to have a room switch because of the shadows. Neither the nurse nor the patient told each other what they had seen, so they each saw it on their own, scary! I always close the door to that room when nobody is in it.
Here's a creepy thing that happened, and I saw it with my own eyes. Security has cameras all over the hospital. One of the cameras is outside angled towards a big heavy metal door that you need a badge to get it to open. All of a sudden on one of the tapes the door whips open, and stays open for approx a minute and a half. The door is dang hard to push open, and slams shut immediately when you let go of it. Right before you see the door slam open for a split second is a dark shadow on the window of the door, and then it looks like an orb shooting out of the doorway when the door is open. I know it sounds totally crazy, and so I had to have security show me the tape so I could see it with my own eyes! They checked to see who had opened the door w/their badge and nobody had opened it for at least 20 minutes. So it basically opened on it's own. That one made me have nightmares, and I have goosebumps writing it!
And of course, the thing that all these hospitals have in common is there's always a ghost in the OR, call lights go off in rooms where there aren't any patients, bed alarms go off, etc. I guess some people never want to leave....
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> I am a Director of Nursing in Virginia...I have
> worked in several ltc facilities and have noted
> some of the SAME occurrences in different
> buildings. I was wondering if any of you could
> relate to any of these as well?
>
> * the children - at least half of all of my
> residents have seen and talk about the children
> *call lights going on and off in certain rooms
> for no reason
> *Residents identifying an "upstairs and
> downstairs" even though all of my facilities have
> been 1 floor
> *residents' voices changing and telling you
> things such as "DO not be afraid"
> *residents who are actively dying and turn their
> heads slowly to look at you with this look I
> cannot describe but send chills up your spine
> *the woman in white
> *Vital signs machines, oxygen concentrators not
> working in an end of life or acute situation
> *residents seeing "the man" or "the dog".
>
> Any of these things could absolutely be chalked up
> to hallucinations or dementia, HOWEVER in so many
> residents in different places?? Or when you have a
> string of actively dying patients in the building
> - everything going wrong.....
>
> Has anyone experienced any of these before or can
> anyone perhaps shed some light on these things for
> me? Ive been doing this for 20 years and its
> always the same.
As a travel nurse I can safely say I have worked at many hosiptals. I always love hearing all the stories that each hospital has, because you know that every hospital is haunted (according to the night shift!). At the hospital I currently am at they have stories of their own, which is somewhat surprising because this hospital was built on farmland in 2009, so it's basically brand-new. Apparently the farmer who owned the land didn't want a hospital to be built on it, but the hospital won, the farmer gave up his land, and during construction of the hospital the farmer died (of natural causes, nothing suspicious). On a walk-thru of the hospital some big-wigs were giving a tour, and apparently when they walked past an empty room (no patients had been allowed in the hosiptal yet) they saw a man standing there in overalls and a flannel shirt. When they backed up to check it out nobody was there. Maybe it was the farmer??
There is a room designated as the 'hospice room' which also gets used as an overflow ortho-surgical room, and I HATE it when I have patients in there because of this: one night a nurse had an ortho patient in the room. The nurse kept seeing shadows in the room, and also saw a white mist. She never told the patient about what she saw. The next day the patient asked to have a room switch because of the shadows. Neither the nurse nor the patient told each other what they had seen, so they each saw it on their own, scary! I always close the door to that room when nobody is in it.
Here's a creepy thing that happened, and I saw it with my own eyes. Security has cameras all over the hospital. One of the cameras is outside angled towards a big heavy metal door that you need a badge to get it to open. All of a sudden on one of the tapes the door whips open, and stays open for approx a minute and a half. The door is dang hard to push open, and slams shut immediately when you let go of it. Right before you see the door slam open for a split second is a dark shadow on the window of the door, and then it looks like an orb shooting out of the doorway when the door is open. I know it sounds totally crazy, and so I had to have security show me the tape so I could see it with my own eyes! They checked to see who had opened the door w/their badge and nobody had opened it for at least 20 minutes. So it basically opened on it's own. That one made me have nightmares, and I have goosebumps writing it!
And of course, the thing that all these hospitals have in common is there's always a ghost in the OR, call lights go off in rooms where there aren't any patients, bed alarms go off, etc. I guess some people never want to leave....
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
leenak
()
Date: July 24, 2013 03:51PM
My mom and myself always considered ourselves 'sensitive'. My mother's father recently passed away and I live across the country from where he lived. On the night he died, my bedroom light went on by itself in the middle of the night. It has never done this. I looked around to see my husband fast asleep (no one else lives in the house) so I quickly turned the light off and got up to go to the bathroom. One of my arms was freezing cold but my face wasn't cold so I thought it was odd. While I was in the bathroom, I felt an intensely cold chill and thought maybe my husband had left a window open. I checked and it wasn't cold outside the bathroom and the windows were closed.
The night before we flew out for the funeral, I woke up to go to the bathroom, my husband was asleep but the downstairs light was on. It had been turned off when my husband went to sleep. Neither of these has ever happened and even turning on the downstairs lamp is quite difficult as it takes some force to turn the knob.
I'm not sure if my grandfather was checking in on me or if my mourning had caught the attention of 'something'.
The night before we flew out for the funeral, I woke up to go to the bathroom, my husband was asleep but the downstairs light was on. It had been turned off when my husband went to sleep. Neither of these has ever happened and even turning on the downstairs lamp is quite difficult as it takes some force to turn the knob.
I'm not sure if my grandfather was checking in on me or if my mourning had caught the attention of 'something'.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Fairfax Bob
()
Date: July 24, 2013 04:08PM
Don't get me wrong, I love reading all those ghost stories, but why are 90% of them "nurse ghost stories"? Probably because someone found a "nurse ghost story" website and is copying and pasting the stories here.
This thread is called "Ghost/hauntings in around Fairfax County". These nurse ghost stories don't even mention a state, much less a city. And now we're getting stories from Austrlaia. Last time I checked that isn't "in around Fairfax County". I'd like more local ghost stories and less copying and pasting from nurse websites.
This thread is called "Ghost/hauntings in around Fairfax County". These nurse ghost stories don't even mention a state, much less a city. And now we're getting stories from Austrlaia. Last time I checked that isn't "in around Fairfax County". I'd like more local ghost stories and less copying and pasting from nurse websites.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
NanasAngel
()
Date: July 24, 2013 04:16PM
I am absolutely addicted to this thread!
Ok so this was told to me by a close friend. We're all uni students and this particular friend does not lie. Plus it's about a house just around the corner from our place -
So my friend's fiance and 3 other friends moved into a brand new 4 bedroom flat. From the very first night they moved in they would hear someone running in the hallway banging on everyone's doors (typical of guys), this would happen when the guys would be in bed. Everyone would be in bed but they would all think that one of the other guys was doing it.
Finally after a week they all had enough and confronted each other about the racket every night. All 4 of them denied it. By now they were all spooked. So that night after they all went to bed, they hear the same thing again - somebody running past their bedrooms and banging on the doors. This time they were really ******* themselves. They heard really loud bangs like heavy stuff being thrown around. They all jumped out of bed and ran out into the living room -
They found all their furniture upside down.... AND, the walls in the living room had been CLAWED. Like really deep huge claws.
THEN as they were standing there thinking what in Gods name happened they saw black footprints appearing on the ceiling coming towards them!!
They took off from the house and rang the landlord trying to tell him that they cant stay there anymore. The landlord comes over and says - well, you guys lasted the longest. The other tenants dont even last one night.
Ok so this was told to me by a close friend. We're all uni students and this particular friend does not lie. Plus it's about a house just around the corner from our place -
So my friend's fiance and 3 other friends moved into a brand new 4 bedroom flat. From the very first night they moved in they would hear someone running in the hallway banging on everyone's doors (typical of guys), this would happen when the guys would be in bed. Everyone would be in bed but they would all think that one of the other guys was doing it.
Finally after a week they all had enough and confronted each other about the racket every night. All 4 of them denied it. By now they were all spooked. So that night after they all went to bed, they hear the same thing again - somebody running past their bedrooms and banging on the doors. This time they were really ******* themselves. They heard really loud bangs like heavy stuff being thrown around. They all jumped out of bed and ran out into the living room -
They found all their furniture upside down.... AND, the walls in the living room had been CLAWED. Like really deep huge claws.
THEN as they were standing there thinking what in Gods name happened they saw black footprints appearing on the ceiling coming towards them!!
They took off from the house and rang the landlord trying to tell him that they cant stay there anymore. The landlord comes over and says - well, you guys lasted the longest. The other tenants dont even last one night.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Two Cents
()
Date: July 24, 2013 04:22PM
Fairfax Bob Wrote:
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> Don't get me wrong, I love reading all those ghost
> stories, but why are 90% of them "nurse ghost
> stories"? Probably because someone found a "nurse
> ghost story" website and is copying and pasting
> the stories here.
>
> This thread is called "Ghost/hauntings in around
> Fairfax County". These nurse ghost stories don't
> even mention a state, much less a city. And now
> we're getting stories from Austrlaia. Last time I
> checked that isn't "in around Fairfax County". I'd
> like more local ghost stories and less copying and
> pasting from nurse websites.
That's right, its okay to post ghost stories in the "Off-Topic" section, however this particular thread is limited to ghost stories in Fairfax. Please post all the other ghost stories in the "Off-Topic" section.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Don't get me wrong, I love reading all those ghost
> stories, but why are 90% of them "nurse ghost
> stories"? Probably because someone found a "nurse
> ghost story" website and is copying and pasting
> the stories here.
>
> This thread is called "Ghost/hauntings in around
> Fairfax County". These nurse ghost stories don't
> even mention a state, much less a city. And now
> we're getting stories from Austrlaia. Last time I
> checked that isn't "in around Fairfax County". I'd
> like more local ghost stories and less copying and
> pasting from nurse websites.
That's right, its okay to post ghost stories in the "Off-Topic" section, however this particular thread is limited to ghost stories in Fairfax. Please post all the other ghost stories in the "Off-Topic" section.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
asdfasdfasd
()
Date: July 24, 2013 08:25PM
Two Cents Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Fairfax Bob Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Don't get me wrong, I love reading all those
> ghost
> > stories, but why are 90% of them "nurse ghost
> > stories"? Probably because someone found a
> "nurse
> > ghost story" website and is copying and pasting
> > the stories here.
> >
> > This thread is called "Ghost/hauntings in
> around
> > Fairfax County". These nurse ghost stories
> don't
> > even mention a state, much less a city. And now
> > we're getting stories from Austrlaia. Last time
> I
> > checked that isn't "in around Fairfax County".
> I'd
> > like more local ghost stories and less copying
> and
> > pasting from nurse websites.
>
> That's right, its okay to post ghost stories in
> the "Off-Topic" section, however this particular
> thread is limited to ghost stories in Fairfax.
> Please post all the other ghost stories in the
> "Off-Topic" section.
Who cares? I like reading the ghost stories. No one likes to go over to "Off Topic", its totally out of control there.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Fairfax Bob Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Don't get me wrong, I love reading all those
> ghost
> > stories, but why are 90% of them "nurse ghost
> > stories"? Probably because someone found a
> "nurse
> > ghost story" website and is copying and pasting
> > the stories here.
> >
> > This thread is called "Ghost/hauntings in
> around
> > Fairfax County". These nurse ghost stories
> don't
> > even mention a state, much less a city. And now
> > we're getting stories from Austrlaia. Last time
> I
> > checked that isn't "in around Fairfax County".
> I'd
> > like more local ghost stories and less copying
> and
> > pasting from nurse websites.
>
> That's right, its okay to post ghost stories in
> the "Off-Topic" section, however this particular
> thread is limited to ghost stories in Fairfax.
> Please post all the other ghost stories in the
> "Off-Topic" section.
Who cares? I like reading the ghost stories. No one likes to go over to "Off Topic", its totally out of control there.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
woman in white
()
Date: July 25, 2013 08:51AM
This took place over in Reston. I was at a party by a pond at 10 pm when I decided to take a break with
my sister on a gazibo on a pond. We hung out for a while when my sister needed to go back to the party to
get something so I was by myself in the dark. I looked back to the path going towards the party to see if
my sister was coming back and I saw a white figure walking on the path going towards the party. My sister
came back and she asked if I saw it. She claimed she saw a woman dressed in all white. My sister tried to
say hello but the woman wouldn't respond.
I'm still kind of creeped out by it.
my sister on a gazibo on a pond. We hung out for a while when my sister needed to go back to the party to
get something so I was by myself in the dark. I looked back to the path going towards the party to see if
my sister was coming back and I saw a white figure walking on the path going towards the party. My sister
came back and she asked if I saw it. She claimed she saw a woman dressed in all white. My sister tried to
say hello but the woman wouldn't respond.
I'm still kind of creeped out by it.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
peanuts
()
Date: July 27, 2013 10:44AM
I agree with Fairfax Bob. Stop copying the nursing ghost stories from allnurses.com. I've already read them all and it isn't cool to steal other people's posts.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Not a Peanuts Fan
()
Date: July 27, 2013 05:18PM
peanuts Wrote:
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> I agree with Fairfax Bob. Stop copying the nursing
> ghost stories from allnurses.com. I've already
> read them all and it isn't cool to steal other
> people's posts.
Fuck you peanuts!
-------------------------------------------------------
> I agree with Fairfax Bob. Stop copying the nursing
> ghost stories from allnurses.com. I've already
> read them all and it isn't cool to steal other
> people's posts.
Fuck you peanuts!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
lexis1996
()
Date: July 28, 2013 07:18PM
I have an unusual story to tell, not so much as about a ghost as about something strange that has been happening to me with water. My first experience with unexplained water was when my husband (however, he was only my boyfriend at the time) and I lived in a two bedroom apartment. We lived there about 3 years on the second floor which was the top floor of that section, so no one lived above us.
The apartment came with its own washer and dryer tucked away in a small closet. They were side by side type, not stackable. The house chores were split up between us, so the laundry became mine usually doing it once a week. About a year into living in the apartment, I began my usual duty of separating laundry to get ready to wash. I collected the first pile and opened the closet door to the washer, dumped the clothes and soap in, closed the lid and laid my hand on the dryer top, as usual, while I looked at the washer dial to start it. As I did that I realized my hand was in a puddle of water. It was on top of the dryer covering the whole top, about an inch away from the edges, and was not spilling down the sides. I was very confused about how it got there. It had not been raining. I looked at the ceiling and saw no water damage. I looked around on the floor, no water. I looked along the walls, no water. I asked my boyfriend and he had no clue after he looked everywhere I had just looked. I scratched my head, shrugged and cleaned it up.
A few months later I was dusting the furniture in the spare bedroom. I went over to the night stand to dust it and stopped in my tracks. The clock radio was flashing wildly with weird shapes instead of numbers (digital clock) and there was water all over the radio and the top of the night stand about an inch away from the edges. The radio was fried. I unplugged it quickly before I touched anything else. There was no evidence of a leak in the ceiling and no water on the carpet or down the side of the table. I called my boyfriend to come look. He was baffled. We threw the clock out and I cleaned up the water, still scratching my head.
After we moved from the apartment we rented a townhouse for three years, but nothing happened there. We got married and bought our own home that we have now lived in for 13 years. The water incidences that happened in the apartment were a distant memory and never really thought of or discussed at all... At least until about the 8th year we were in our house. We have a fairly large eat-in kitchen and off of the kitchen is a large bump out where we had wicker furniture and made it into a sitting area.
We came home after going out for dinner one night (only gone for about an hour and a half) and flipped on the kitchen lights, walked to the point where we could see a full view of the bumped out sitting area and the floor was full of water. It had not been raining at all. The water covered the entire floor but stayed several inches away from the walls all the way around the room. We just stood there stunned. We looked at the ceiling and my husband even touched the ceiling and ceiling fan. They were dry and no evidence of water coming through. We checked all the way around the windows in the room. All closed, locked and all dry. We check the walls, light sockets, anything that could explain the huge amount of water. We couldn't find anything. We even smelled the water to see if there was an odor, but there wasn't. It was just plain 'ole water. So he got the mop and I got a bunch of towels and we cleaned it up, but also began to recall what happened in the apartment and scratching our heads.
A few months later we came home from work at the same time one evening. We walked in together, put stuff down and I had some trash in my hand. Our trash can was the type with the foot peddle you step on the flip the lid open and was over at the end of one counter in the kitchen. I went to open the trash lid and to balance myself I put my hand on the counter, right into a puddle of water. It covered the entire counter, but was about an inch away from the edge on all sides. Nothing was dripping down. We looked at the ceiling, the sink, and any possible way the water could have gotten there. We found nothing. My husband doesn't believe in ghosts but that time he said "oh, come on!" Then we cleaned it up scratching our heads. I have since dubbed the incident the "Water Ghost".
I did do a little searching on the internet about ghosts and water and possible meanings, but I really didn't come up with anything. I told my Dad the whole story and he was fascinated and tried to do some research but barely came up with anything himself.
Nothing has happened with water since, but I am still baffled and scratching my head over it to this day.
The apartment came with its own washer and dryer tucked away in a small closet. They were side by side type, not stackable. The house chores were split up between us, so the laundry became mine usually doing it once a week. About a year into living in the apartment, I began my usual duty of separating laundry to get ready to wash. I collected the first pile and opened the closet door to the washer, dumped the clothes and soap in, closed the lid and laid my hand on the dryer top, as usual, while I looked at the washer dial to start it. As I did that I realized my hand was in a puddle of water. It was on top of the dryer covering the whole top, about an inch away from the edges, and was not spilling down the sides. I was very confused about how it got there. It had not been raining. I looked at the ceiling and saw no water damage. I looked around on the floor, no water. I looked along the walls, no water. I asked my boyfriend and he had no clue after he looked everywhere I had just looked. I scratched my head, shrugged and cleaned it up.
A few months later I was dusting the furniture in the spare bedroom. I went over to the night stand to dust it and stopped in my tracks. The clock radio was flashing wildly with weird shapes instead of numbers (digital clock) and there was water all over the radio and the top of the night stand about an inch away from the edges. The radio was fried. I unplugged it quickly before I touched anything else. There was no evidence of a leak in the ceiling and no water on the carpet or down the side of the table. I called my boyfriend to come look. He was baffled. We threw the clock out and I cleaned up the water, still scratching my head.
After we moved from the apartment we rented a townhouse for three years, but nothing happened there. We got married and bought our own home that we have now lived in for 13 years. The water incidences that happened in the apartment were a distant memory and never really thought of or discussed at all... At least until about the 8th year we were in our house. We have a fairly large eat-in kitchen and off of the kitchen is a large bump out where we had wicker furniture and made it into a sitting area.
We came home after going out for dinner one night (only gone for about an hour and a half) and flipped on the kitchen lights, walked to the point where we could see a full view of the bumped out sitting area and the floor was full of water. It had not been raining at all. The water covered the entire floor but stayed several inches away from the walls all the way around the room. We just stood there stunned. We looked at the ceiling and my husband even touched the ceiling and ceiling fan. They were dry and no evidence of water coming through. We checked all the way around the windows in the room. All closed, locked and all dry. We check the walls, light sockets, anything that could explain the huge amount of water. We couldn't find anything. We even smelled the water to see if there was an odor, but there wasn't. It was just plain 'ole water. So he got the mop and I got a bunch of towels and we cleaned it up, but also began to recall what happened in the apartment and scratching our heads.
A few months later we came home from work at the same time one evening. We walked in together, put stuff down and I had some trash in my hand. Our trash can was the type with the foot peddle you step on the flip the lid open and was over at the end of one counter in the kitchen. I went to open the trash lid and to balance myself I put my hand on the counter, right into a puddle of water. It covered the entire counter, but was about an inch away from the edge on all sides. Nothing was dripping down. We looked at the ceiling, the sink, and any possible way the water could have gotten there. We found nothing. My husband doesn't believe in ghosts but that time he said "oh, come on!" Then we cleaned it up scratching our heads. I have since dubbed the incident the "Water Ghost".
I did do a little searching on the internet about ghosts and water and possible meanings, but I really didn't come up with anything. I told my Dad the whole story and he was fascinated and tried to do some research but barely came up with anything himself.
Nothing has happened with water since, but I am still baffled and scratching my head over it to this day.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Lori 1991
()
Date: August 06, 2013 07:01AM
Rixeyville is a very haunted place. I have a friend who owns a cabin in the woods off of Jamesonmill Rd. I have seen on more then one occasion the ghost of an old man who people of the area believe to be of a man named Mr. Jenkins who was burned up in a house fire on the property. I see him walk out of the woods, stop in front of the house and look up at the stars then walk off into the woods on the other side of the driveway. My friend has talked to the people who use to live in this house have said the same thing along with another friend who camps on the property. I have also seen blue orbs floating around by the gas line and you can see them floating around the kitchen windows.
Bordering our property is a very old cemetery. Some of the headstones go back to the early 1800s. Many are the nights that I can hear the sound of bagpipes playing from the cemetery.
On occasion I have seen shadowy figures in uniforms around the cemetery.
Bordering our property is a very old cemetery. Some of the headstones go back to the early 1800s. Many are the nights that I can hear the sound of bagpipes playing from the cemetery.
On occasion I have seen shadowy figures in uniforms around the cemetery.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Kirsti
()
Date: August 06, 2013 07:53AM
Our house was built in 2006. We are the only people ever to live here. Over the past few years we have all heard running
throughout the 3rd floor. My daughter sleeps up there and I have gone up to fuss at her for being up so late only to find
her totally asleep. (no way she was up)
Also when she has been gone I have heard it as well. So I know it isn't her. My son says he heard a little boy laughing up
there just this morning. Whatever it is seems harmless (maybe lonely). But I would love to know who/what is up there. There
were no houses prior to us (at least for as long as I have been alive). But it has been interesting.
throughout the 3rd floor. My daughter sleeps up there and I have gone up to fuss at her for being up so late only to find
her totally asleep. (no way she was up)
Also when she has been gone I have heard it as well. So I know it isn't her. My son says he heard a little boy laughing up
there just this morning. Whatever it is seems harmless (maybe lonely). But I would love to know who/what is up there. There
were no houses prior to us (at least for as long as I have been alive). But it has been interesting.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
anne
()
Date: August 06, 2013 08:47AM
My friend and I were sitting in my sisters room on a blow up mattress because we had just been moving in. I was talking to my friend saying there might be a ghost in my house I said I wasn't really afraid of the ghosts except....
Then the door slammed shut then I said ''that'' (''that'' being the door slamming and a possibility we couldn't get out) I quikly grabbed the back of her shirt. Then I started talking to the ghost saying things like ''hello'' and ''who are you'' then the door knob turned and opened said lets get out of here and we left.
And before she came over my stepdad went upstairs and walked by the attic and noticed the door was open and the lights are on he came back downstairs
and asked if me or my sister turned the lights on and opened the door we said no and he said ''well we might have a ghost in our house.
Then the door slammed shut then I said ''that'' (''that'' being the door slamming and a possibility we couldn't get out) I quikly grabbed the back of her shirt. Then I started talking to the ghost saying things like ''hello'' and ''who are you'' then the door knob turned and opened said lets get out of here and we left.
And before she came over my stepdad went upstairs and walked by the attic and noticed the door was open and the lights are on he came back downstairs
and asked if me or my sister turned the lights on and opened the door we said no and he said ''well we might have a ghost in our house.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
churut-faktor
()
Date: August 06, 2013 04:10PM
Fairfax is really a good place to do paranormal and abnormal research, the best thing about fairfax is that you don't have to wait until night to start your research, even you can do it during 12 pm noon. This whole fucking place is goddamn haunted and even living people look like ghosts during the day.
good luck with your research !!
good luck with your research !!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Barry Odell Mountain Ridge
()
Date: August 06, 2013 04:14PM
Our group was in the mountains of Hiwassee checking out a story of a man that was hanged a long time ago. We were shooting video and caught a Confederate soldier, tried to debunk it several times couldn't.
Hiwassee is one awesome place to experience the paranormal.
Hiwassee is one awesome place to experience the paranormal.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Pittstown road
()
Date: August 07, 2013 07:07AM
I live in a mobile home right next to a hill on Pittstown road. The other night I heard some noises
and I looked out and saw that the whole hill was up in flames. There was a huge fire right behind my
home so I scrambled for my phone to call 911.
It took me a few seconds to find the phone and when I found it I glanced outside again before making
the call and saw that there was no fire at all. I was very confused and went outside to look. I saw no
trace of a fire.
I hiked up on the hill and when I got about halfway up I felt this intense heat hit me in the face and
heard screams but no fire in sight. I ran back home. There must have been a big fire on that hill some
time in the past that has left a haunting behind.
and I looked out and saw that the whole hill was up in flames. There was a huge fire right behind my
home so I scrambled for my phone to call 911.
It took me a few seconds to find the phone and when I found it I glanced outside again before making
the call and saw that there was no fire at all. I was very confused and went outside to look. I saw no
trace of a fire.
I hiked up on the hill and when I got about halfway up I felt this intense heat hit me in the face and
heard screams but no fire in sight. I ran back home. There must have been a big fire on that hill some
time in the past that has left a haunting behind.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Evan
()
Date: August 08, 2013 05:02AM
My dad has seen on Sumerduck Road the last small bridge before 17 or the first bridge from 17 a girl with a big gown walking on or to the side of the road late at night. Well last night around 10:00 when I was in the car about halfway across the bridge in the fog I could see a girl like figure taking a step from one side of the road to another then vanish, it was very strange.
Boogie Lights
Posted by:
Sharyn
()
Date: August 09, 2013 04:37AM
I grew up and went to school in Richmond, VA graduating in 1964. Most everyone in school had heard about the West Point Boogie Lights as we called them. One night a few of us got together and went to West Point to check it out. After sitting quietly for a while the light appeared and moved up and down the tracks. At that time (prior 1964) there would be quite a few cars present and only when things were quiet would the light appear, like a lantern moving back and forth on the tracks.
It was also told that someone had hanged themselves from a tree near where the cars would park and there was a rope hanging there but I never heard the story about that, nor saw anything unusual concerning it. People have contributed the Boogie Light to swamp gas gathered on the tracks but if you have seen it you would say it was not anything gaseous but a direct light, like from a lantern.
It was also told that someone had hanged themselves from a tree near where the cars would park and there was a rope hanging there but I never heard the story about that, nor saw anything unusual concerning it. People have contributed the Boogie Light to swamp gas gathered on the tracks but if you have seen it you would say it was not anything gaseous but a direct light, like from a lantern.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
grace
()
Date: August 09, 2013 08:29AM
I was sitting in the living at my house in Toms Brook on Hahns Lane and I was on the laptop looking something up when from my right ear
I heard someone say ''I'm sorry'' coming from the hallway. It sounded like an older gentleman's voice but not so deep as you would expect
from an older gentleman. It didn't sound angry... Just sad.
I walked down my hallway and asked ''Anybody here?''.... No answer. Now I believe in ghosts but I prefer to have confirmation if my hearing
or eyes are playing tricks on me by asking a friend who can see them for some confirmation.
I asked a friend if what I was hearing was all in my head. They replied ''Oh, so you've met him! :D'' .... I was like ''O_O what?''...
Apparently, he's attached to the land. I can't blame him. Shenandoah Valley is a beautiful place once you appreciate the nature in it,
what the mountains can do, and the history that lies between the mountains. My question still to this day is why he told me he was sorry.
I wish I knew. Wish I could simply sit down with him like a living person and ask him why he said he was sorry and I want to hear his
story. I know I would like to hear it and I know it would help him. :)
I heard someone say ''I'm sorry'' coming from the hallway. It sounded like an older gentleman's voice but not so deep as you would expect
from an older gentleman. It didn't sound angry... Just sad.
I walked down my hallway and asked ''Anybody here?''.... No answer. Now I believe in ghosts but I prefer to have confirmation if my hearing
or eyes are playing tricks on me by asking a friend who can see them for some confirmation.
I asked a friend if what I was hearing was all in my head. They replied ''Oh, so you've met him! :D'' .... I was like ''O_O what?''...
Apparently, he's attached to the land. I can't blame him. Shenandoah Valley is a beautiful place once you appreciate the nature in it,
what the mountains can do, and the history that lies between the mountains. My question still to this day is why he told me he was sorry.
I wish I knew. Wish I could simply sit down with him like a living person and ask him why he said he was sorry and I want to hear his
story. I know I would like to hear it and I know it would help him. :)
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
LGR
()
Date: August 11, 2013 11:25AM
When I was a young girl I was playing at my friend's house next door. When I returned home my parents had left a note that they all left me and went to the movies. I was home alone. I heard something upstairs and my first thought was that my brother was at home.
I had three brothers and two of their bedrooms was in the attic. I ran up the stairs to talk to him and turned around to see his mattress being shaken as if you were shaking out a sheet. It was jumping in the air!! I screamed to the top of my lungs and ran down the stairs and out the door and sat until my mom and brothers came home!
I had three brothers and two of their bedrooms was in the attic. I ran up the stairs to talk to him and turned around to see his mattress being shaken as if you were shaking out a sheet. It was jumping in the air!! I screamed to the top of my lungs and ran down the stairs and out the door and sat until my mom and brothers came home!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Historic Huntley
()
Date: August 11, 2013 02:22PM
Historic Huntley
http://www.fairfaxcounty.gov/parks/huntley-meadows-park/historic-huntley.htm
The house that was built for Thomson Francis Mason, is now open to the public. Thomson Francis Mason was the mayor of Alexandria, D.C. from 1827-30 and a grandson of George Mason, author of the Virginia Declaration of Rights. He used the federal period villa, which was built for him in 1825, as a summer retreat.
The 19th century architectural gem is located at 6918 Harrison Lane in Alexandria, near the main entrance to Huntley Meadows Park . Historic Huntley is on the National Register of Historic Places, the Virginia Landmarks Register and the Fairfax County Inventory of Historic Sites. Since the Park Authority obtained the house and its surrounding 2.5 acres in 1989, it had been open only during semiannual events and for school and scout tours until undergoing recent renovation. Now the buildings are open for scheduled programs and tours, as well as Saturday tours between the months of April through October.
Over the years, Historic Huntley was used as a summer retreat, grain farm, encampment for the troops of the 3rd Michigan Infantry during the Civil War, and eventually converted to a dairy farm. It changed ownership several times, and in later years, after being abandoned, it suffered considerable vandalism.
The renovation got a boost from a $100,000 grant from the National Park Service's Save America's Treasures program, created by NPS to preserve significant historic properties and collections. The grant helped fund the site's extensive structural restoration work. Additionally, through two Park Bond programs, the Park Authority provided several million dollars towards preservation and redevelopment of the site.
In the coming years the staff of Huntley Meadows Park will expand the historical and cultural program offerings at the house. Efforts are also underway to install exterior interpretive signs. Finally, thanks to the passage of the Park Bond during the 2012 election, monies have been set aside to preserve and restore the Tenant House
Attachments:
http://www.fairfaxcounty.gov/parks/huntley-meadows-park/historic-huntley.htm
The house that was built for Thomson Francis Mason, is now open to the public. Thomson Francis Mason was the mayor of Alexandria, D.C. from 1827-30 and a grandson of George Mason, author of the Virginia Declaration of Rights. He used the federal period villa, which was built for him in 1825, as a summer retreat.
The 19th century architectural gem is located at 6918 Harrison Lane in Alexandria, near the main entrance to Huntley Meadows Park . Historic Huntley is on the National Register of Historic Places, the Virginia Landmarks Register and the Fairfax County Inventory of Historic Sites. Since the Park Authority obtained the house and its surrounding 2.5 acres in 1989, it had been open only during semiannual events and for school and scout tours until undergoing recent renovation. Now the buildings are open for scheduled programs and tours, as well as Saturday tours between the months of April through October.
Over the years, Historic Huntley was used as a summer retreat, grain farm, encampment for the troops of the 3rd Michigan Infantry during the Civil War, and eventually converted to a dairy farm. It changed ownership several times, and in later years, after being abandoned, it suffered considerable vandalism.
The renovation got a boost from a $100,000 grant from the National Park Service's Save America's Treasures program, created by NPS to preserve significant historic properties and collections. The grant helped fund the site's extensive structural restoration work. Additionally, through two Park Bond programs, the Park Authority provided several million dollars towards preservation and redevelopment of the site.
In the coming years the staff of Huntley Meadows Park will expand the historical and cultural program offerings at the house. Efforts are also underway to install exterior interpretive signs. Finally, thanks to the passage of the Park Bond during the 2012 election, monies have been set aside to preserve and restore the Tenant House
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
SalJebson
()
Date: August 11, 2013 02:47PM
Sorry guys, my story may not be as conclusive as a lot of the earlier ones but I just thought maybe someone here would have some answers or similar experiences:
It started when my brother asked me to house-sit for him when he was out of town, he lived near Lake Accotink Park in Springfield (VA). He recently bought the house (4 months prior) and I hadn't had the chance to see it before. It was supposed to be a nice house on a decent sized parcel of land (about 3 acres).
I came straight from work after a long day and got there around 7:30 PM with my suitcase of stuff and McDonald's dinner in tow. The house looked creepy from the outside while I sat in the car and ate my now semi-cold food. It was a 2 story house with 3 bedrooms, 2 larger bedrooms upstairs and one bedroom downstairs along with the kitchen and everything else. As I was sitting there looking at the house, I swear I could see the light from the side window of the house coming on and off. I didn't think too much of it because it was an old house and maybe that light just had some faulty wiring.
As I get inside, I sit down and burn two hours playing Candy Crush and at this point, its about 10 PM and dark outside. I start to unpack my things into the dresser they had in the guestroom on the main level when I hear someone walking around upstairs. At first, I am paralyzed but then I think maybe it's a trespasser, my brother has had to chase away vagrants that would stay in the small tree grove he had on the backside of his property when he first moved in. I grabbed a sharp knife from the kitchen and went upstairs.
As I go upstairs, I see someone or something in white quickly walk into the second bedroom from the corner of my eye. Thinking it was an intruder still, I darted after it. As I entered the room, my eyes immediately went to the far side window where there was a woman dressed in early 1900s dress. I froze because she was almost translucent. Then she turned around and to this day, I swear I saw no eyes in her sockets, I could see her mouthing words but there were no sounds coming out. Then there was only one thing that came to my mind, this ghost bitch is getting raped. Little did this phantasmal whore know I just got out 3 years ago from a 10 year prison stint for raping my then wife. In fact, I just came home from a construction job that hired ex-felons. I worked for a guy that was so dumb and made so much more money than me, all I could think of the whole day was violence and lo, this clear-complexioned skank is giving me a free pass, she's even role playing. Long story short, I banged that evaporated bucket of cum for hours even fulfilling a eye-socket fantasy I had. I remember passing out and waking up in my bed the next morning. I came back the next day hoping to see her again but unfortunately, I haven't seen anything ever again. A few days later though, I felt guilty (as people who engage in my past time do) and wondered if I got her pregnant. I need to know if there's a piece of me in the great beyond? Maybe someone can help me and let me know if life carries over to the other side? Has someone had a similar experience?
Any help would be appreciated. Thanks for reading.
It started when my brother asked me to house-sit for him when he was out of town, he lived near Lake Accotink Park in Springfield (VA). He recently bought the house (4 months prior) and I hadn't had the chance to see it before. It was supposed to be a nice house on a decent sized parcel of land (about 3 acres).
I came straight from work after a long day and got there around 7:30 PM with my suitcase of stuff and McDonald's dinner in tow. The house looked creepy from the outside while I sat in the car and ate my now semi-cold food. It was a 2 story house with 3 bedrooms, 2 larger bedrooms upstairs and one bedroom downstairs along with the kitchen and everything else. As I was sitting there looking at the house, I swear I could see the light from the side window of the house coming on and off. I didn't think too much of it because it was an old house and maybe that light just had some faulty wiring.
As I get inside, I sit down and burn two hours playing Candy Crush and at this point, its about 10 PM and dark outside. I start to unpack my things into the dresser they had in the guestroom on the main level when I hear someone walking around upstairs. At first, I am paralyzed but then I think maybe it's a trespasser, my brother has had to chase away vagrants that would stay in the small tree grove he had on the backside of his property when he first moved in. I grabbed a sharp knife from the kitchen and went upstairs.
As I go upstairs, I see someone or something in white quickly walk into the second bedroom from the corner of my eye. Thinking it was an intruder still, I darted after it. As I entered the room, my eyes immediately went to the far side window where there was a woman dressed in early 1900s dress. I froze because she was almost translucent. Then she turned around and to this day, I swear I saw no eyes in her sockets, I could see her mouthing words but there were no sounds coming out. Then there was only one thing that came to my mind, this ghost bitch is getting raped. Little did this phantasmal whore know I just got out 3 years ago from a 10 year prison stint for raping my then wife. In fact, I just came home from a construction job that hired ex-felons. I worked for a guy that was so dumb and made so much more money than me, all I could think of the whole day was violence and lo, this clear-complexioned skank is giving me a free pass, she's even role playing. Long story short, I banged that evaporated bucket of cum for hours even fulfilling a eye-socket fantasy I had. I remember passing out and waking up in my bed the next morning. I came back the next day hoping to see her again but unfortunately, I haven't seen anything ever again. A few days later though, I felt guilty (as people who engage in my past time do) and wondered if I got her pregnant. I need to know if there's a piece of me in the great beyond? Maybe someone can help me and let me know if life carries over to the other side? Has someone had a similar experience?
Any help would be appreciated. Thanks for reading.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
The Ghost of Dr. Ruth
()
Date: August 11, 2013 04:11PM
SalJebson Wrote:
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> Sorry guys, my story may not be as conclusive as a
> lot of the earlier ones but I just thought maybe
> someone here would have some answers or similar
> experiences:
>
> It started when my brother asked me to house-sit
> for him when he was out of town, he lived near
> Lake Accotink Park in Springfield (VA). He
> recently bought the house (4 months prior) and I
> hadn't had the chance to see it before. It was
> supposed to be a nice house on a decent sized
> parcel of land (about 3 acres).
>
> I came straight from work after a long day and got
> there around 7:30 PM with my suitcase of stuff and
> McDonald's dinner in tow. The house looked creepy
> from the outside while I sat in the car and ate my
> now semi-cold food. It was a 2 story house with 3
> bedrooms, 2 larger bedrooms upstairs and one
> bedroom downstairs along with the kitchen and
> everything else. As I was sitting there looking
> at the house, I swear I could see the light from
> the side window of the house coming on and off. I
> didn't think too much of it because it was an old
> house and maybe that light just had some faulty
> wiring.
>
> As I get inside, I sit down and burn two hours
> playing Candy Crush and at this point, its about
> 10 PM and dark outside. I start to unpack my
> things into the dresser they had in the guestroom
> on the main level when I hear someone walking
> around upstairs. At first, I am paralyzed but
> then I think maybe it's a trespasser, my brother
> has had to chase away vagrants that would stay in
> the small tree grove he had on the backside of his
> property when he first moved in. I grabbed a
> sharp knife from the kitchen and went upstairs.
>
> As I go upstairs, I see someone or something in
> white quickly walk into the second bedroom from
> the corner of my eye. Thinking it was an intruder
> still, I darted after it. As I entered the room,
> my eyes immediately went to the far side window
> where there was a woman dressed in early 1900s
> dress. I froze because she was almost
> translucent. Then she turned around and to this
> day, I swear I saw no eyes in her sockets, I could
> see her mouthing words but there were no sounds
> coming out. Then there was only one thing that
> came to my mind, this ghost bitch is getting
> raped. Little did this phantasmal whore know I
> just got out 3 years ago from a 10 year prison
> stint for raping my then wife. In fact, I just
> came home from a construction job that hired
> ex-felons. I worked for a guy that was so dumb
> and made so much more money than me, all I could
> think of the whole day was violence and lo, this
> clear-complexioned skank is giving me a free pass,
> she's even role playing. Long story short, I
> banged that evaporated bucket of cum for hours
> even fulfilling a eye-socket fantasy I had. I
> remember passing out and waking up in my bed the
> next morning. I came back the next day hoping to
> see her again but unfortunately, I haven't seen
> anything ever again. A few days later though, I
> felt guilty (as people who engage in my past time
> do) and wondered if I got her pregnant. I need to
> know if there's a piece of me in the great beyond?
> Maybe someone can help me and let me know if life
> carries over to the other side? Has someone had a
> similar experience?
>
> Any help would be appreciated. Thanks for
> reading.
I would suggest you read this book...
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> Sorry guys, my story may not be as conclusive as a
> lot of the earlier ones but I just thought maybe
> someone here would have some answers or similar
> experiences:
>
> It started when my brother asked me to house-sit
> for him when he was out of town, he lived near
> Lake Accotink Park in Springfield (VA). He
> recently bought the house (4 months prior) and I
> hadn't had the chance to see it before. It was
> supposed to be a nice house on a decent sized
> parcel of land (about 3 acres).
>
> I came straight from work after a long day and got
> there around 7:30 PM with my suitcase of stuff and
> McDonald's dinner in tow. The house looked creepy
> from the outside while I sat in the car and ate my
> now semi-cold food. It was a 2 story house with 3
> bedrooms, 2 larger bedrooms upstairs and one
> bedroom downstairs along with the kitchen and
> everything else. As I was sitting there looking
> at the house, I swear I could see the light from
> the side window of the house coming on and off. I
> didn't think too much of it because it was an old
> house and maybe that light just had some faulty
> wiring.
>
> As I get inside, I sit down and burn two hours
> playing Candy Crush and at this point, its about
> 10 PM and dark outside. I start to unpack my
> things into the dresser they had in the guestroom
> on the main level when I hear someone walking
> around upstairs. At first, I am paralyzed but
> then I think maybe it's a trespasser, my brother
> has had to chase away vagrants that would stay in
> the small tree grove he had on the backside of his
> property when he first moved in. I grabbed a
> sharp knife from the kitchen and went upstairs.
>
> As I go upstairs, I see someone or something in
> white quickly walk into the second bedroom from
> the corner of my eye. Thinking it was an intruder
> still, I darted after it. As I entered the room,
> my eyes immediately went to the far side window
> where there was a woman dressed in early 1900s
> dress. I froze because she was almost
> translucent. Then she turned around and to this
> day, I swear I saw no eyes in her sockets, I could
> see her mouthing words but there were no sounds
> coming out. Then there was only one thing that
> came to my mind, this ghost bitch is getting
> raped. Little did this phantasmal whore know I
> just got out 3 years ago from a 10 year prison
> stint for raping my then wife. In fact, I just
> came home from a construction job that hired
> ex-felons. I worked for a guy that was so dumb
> and made so much more money than me, all I could
> think of the whole day was violence and lo, this
> clear-complexioned skank is giving me a free pass,
> she's even role playing. Long story short, I
> banged that evaporated bucket of cum for hours
> even fulfilling a eye-socket fantasy I had. I
> remember passing out and waking up in my bed the
> next morning. I came back the next day hoping to
> see her again but unfortunately, I haven't seen
> anything ever again. A few days later though, I
> felt guilty (as people who engage in my past time
> do) and wondered if I got her pregnant. I need to
> know if there's a piece of me in the great beyond?
> Maybe someone can help me and let me know if life
> carries over to the other side? Has someone had a
> similar experience?
>
> Any help would be appreciated. Thanks for
> reading.
I would suggest you read this book...
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Walking tours explore D.C.'s darker side
Posted by:
Ghostwalker
()
Date: August 12, 2013 07:56AM
Walking tours explore D.C.'s darker side
http://www.wtop.com/109/3417273/DCs-Darker-Side
WASHINGTON - Lafayette Square, behind the White House, plays host to a typically Washington bustle of high-powered staffers and tourists circulating through the park, heading to meetings and holding impromptu photo shoots among the statues.
But two walking-tour guides in the city feel darker resonances among the monuments.
Carolyn Crouch, of Washington Walks, runs various tours of the city, including the Most Haunted Washington tour; Carol Bessette, a retired Air Force intelligence officer, leads Spies of Washington tours, one of which centers on the square as well.
Crouch calls the haunted-Washington tour "one of our more popular ones." Bessette says her tours draw up to 20 people at a time. Both say the real appeal of a walking tour, for the audiences and the guides themselves, lies in the stories. And at two hours-plus for each tour, each guide tells dozens of fascinating tales.
"I want the American public to watch the evening news and put it in perspective," Bessette says. Crouch calls her tour "a nice combination of an entertaining evening walking through Lafayette Park, but when you go away, you've actually learned something that you hadn't known."
Both tours stop at the east end of the park, at what is now the U.S. Court of Claims. Crouch tells of Henry Adams and the ghost of his wife, Clover, who went unmentioned in Adams's memoirs and whose ghost would be seen in the nearby Hay-Adams House, rocking in a chair and sobbing. A copy of the Adams memorial is in the courtyard.
Meanwhile, Bessette talks about the attempt on the life of President Lincoln's Secretary of State, William Seward. He was living in what is now the courthouse on the night Lincoln was killed, and he was saved from a would-be assassin's knife by an upper-body cast he was wearing after a horse-and-carriage accident.
On the west side of the park, Crouch tells of Henry Rathbone, the Army officer who was staying at what is now 712 Jackson Place when he and his fiancee went to Ford's Theatre with the president and Mary Todd Lincoln. Rathbone's career and life fell apart afterward, and he eventually killed his wife in Germany and spent the rest of his life in an institution. His wife's spirit is said to haunt the Jackson Place site, and it was considered bad luck to walk past the building for many years.
And Bessette uses the west end to tell the story of a succession of Civil War spies, including Thomas Nelson Conrad, a Confederate sympathizer who would simply sit in the park, slowly reading a newspaper and listening to the young officers heading from one headquarters to another.
Rose Greenhow, another spy, used sexism in her favor - on both sides, women and blacks were thought not smart enough to serve as spies - to run a ring of female spies who felt their smuggled maps and documents were safe under their hoop skirts. She was put under house arrest, which merely inspired her to employ her daughter, who would act as a courier by not-so-inadvertently leaving a doll or a ball with a document in it in the park. The elder Greenhow eventually drowned on the way back from Europe, weighed down by $2,000 in gold coins for the Confederacy.
Crouch's tour also includes the Octagon - the building a few blocks from the square that President James Madison and First Lady Dolly Madison lived in after the White House was burned during the War of 1812, and the site of the signing of the Treaty of Ghent, which ended the war.
Crouch says the house was the subject of numerous ghost stories regarding the family of Col. John Tayloe, who built the house, mostly circulating around the four-story spiral staircase and any number of Tayloe daughters who supposedly plummeted from it during passionate arguments: "Sort of a succession of falling female bodies," Crouch says with a laugh.
None of the legends are true - none of the Tayloe children died in the house - but it didn't stop people from telling the stories about the house, which at the time, Crouch explains, was built at an eerie remove from the square, the "mover and shaker place" in Washington until the early 20th century.
Still, she says, some staffers of the American Institute of Architects, the current tenants, who don't want to be the last person left in the building at night.
Bessette uses the Post Office Plaza to tell the story of Michael Straight, a friend and confidant of Jacqueline Kennedy who fed information to the British spy ring known as the Cambridge Five before he headed the National Endowment for the Arts, first headquartered in the Post Office building. Her tour also stops by the FBI building to discuss Robert Hanssen, who fed information to the Soviets and Russians for more than 20 years before his arrest in 2001.
Both say that Washington is a fertile setting for the stories they tell.
"There's always been a certain amount of jockeying for power, tension, disagreements. ... And a ghost is someone who is not at rest, who has had a very troubled or even violent death, and they're not able to move on to where they need to move on to," Crouch says.
Bessette, who says she likes to explore what could lead someone to betray their country, simply says, "I could probably be para-dropped blindfold anyplace in downtown Washington, take the blindfold off and start telling spy stories."
A copy of the Henry Adams memorial sits in the courtyard of the U.S. Court of Claims in downton D.C. Adams' wife, Clover, went unmentioned in his memoirs and local lore says her ghost can be seen in the nearby Hay-Adams House, rocking in a chair and sobbing. The site is along one of several walking tours that feature the tragedy and intrigue of Washington's past. (WTOP/Rick Massimo)
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http://www.wtop.com/109/3417273/DCs-Darker-Side
WASHINGTON - Lafayette Square, behind the White House, plays host to a typically Washington bustle of high-powered staffers and tourists circulating through the park, heading to meetings and holding impromptu photo shoots among the statues.
But two walking-tour guides in the city feel darker resonances among the monuments.
Carolyn Crouch, of Washington Walks, runs various tours of the city, including the Most Haunted Washington tour; Carol Bessette, a retired Air Force intelligence officer, leads Spies of Washington tours, one of which centers on the square as well.
Crouch calls the haunted-Washington tour "one of our more popular ones." Bessette says her tours draw up to 20 people at a time. Both say the real appeal of a walking tour, for the audiences and the guides themselves, lies in the stories. And at two hours-plus for each tour, each guide tells dozens of fascinating tales.
"I want the American public to watch the evening news and put it in perspective," Bessette says. Crouch calls her tour "a nice combination of an entertaining evening walking through Lafayette Park, but when you go away, you've actually learned something that you hadn't known."
Both tours stop at the east end of the park, at what is now the U.S. Court of Claims. Crouch tells of Henry Adams and the ghost of his wife, Clover, who went unmentioned in Adams's memoirs and whose ghost would be seen in the nearby Hay-Adams House, rocking in a chair and sobbing. A copy of the Adams memorial is in the courtyard.
Meanwhile, Bessette talks about the attempt on the life of President Lincoln's Secretary of State, William Seward. He was living in what is now the courthouse on the night Lincoln was killed, and he was saved from a would-be assassin's knife by an upper-body cast he was wearing after a horse-and-carriage accident.
On the west side of the park, Crouch tells of Henry Rathbone, the Army officer who was staying at what is now 712 Jackson Place when he and his fiancee went to Ford's Theatre with the president and Mary Todd Lincoln. Rathbone's career and life fell apart afterward, and he eventually killed his wife in Germany and spent the rest of his life in an institution. His wife's spirit is said to haunt the Jackson Place site, and it was considered bad luck to walk past the building for many years.
And Bessette uses the west end to tell the story of a succession of Civil War spies, including Thomas Nelson Conrad, a Confederate sympathizer who would simply sit in the park, slowly reading a newspaper and listening to the young officers heading from one headquarters to another.
Rose Greenhow, another spy, used sexism in her favor - on both sides, women and blacks were thought not smart enough to serve as spies - to run a ring of female spies who felt their smuggled maps and documents were safe under their hoop skirts. She was put under house arrest, which merely inspired her to employ her daughter, who would act as a courier by not-so-inadvertently leaving a doll or a ball with a document in it in the park. The elder Greenhow eventually drowned on the way back from Europe, weighed down by $2,000 in gold coins for the Confederacy.
Crouch's tour also includes the Octagon - the building a few blocks from the square that President James Madison and First Lady Dolly Madison lived in after the White House was burned during the War of 1812, and the site of the signing of the Treaty of Ghent, which ended the war.
Crouch says the house was the subject of numerous ghost stories regarding the family of Col. John Tayloe, who built the house, mostly circulating around the four-story spiral staircase and any number of Tayloe daughters who supposedly plummeted from it during passionate arguments: "Sort of a succession of falling female bodies," Crouch says with a laugh.
None of the legends are true - none of the Tayloe children died in the house - but it didn't stop people from telling the stories about the house, which at the time, Crouch explains, was built at an eerie remove from the square, the "mover and shaker place" in Washington until the early 20th century.
Still, she says, some staffers of the American Institute of Architects, the current tenants, who don't want to be the last person left in the building at night.
Bessette uses the Post Office Plaza to tell the story of Michael Straight, a friend and confidant of Jacqueline Kennedy who fed information to the British spy ring known as the Cambridge Five before he headed the National Endowment for the Arts, first headquartered in the Post Office building. Her tour also stops by the FBI building to discuss Robert Hanssen, who fed information to the Soviets and Russians for more than 20 years before his arrest in 2001.
Both say that Washington is a fertile setting for the stories they tell.
"There's always been a certain amount of jockeying for power, tension, disagreements. ... And a ghost is someone who is not at rest, who has had a very troubled or even violent death, and they're not able to move on to where they need to move on to," Crouch says.
Bessette, who says she likes to explore what could lead someone to betray their country, simply says, "I could probably be para-dropped blindfold anyplace in downtown Washington, take the blindfold off and start telling spy stories."
A copy of the Henry Adams memorial sits in the courtyard of the U.S. Court of Claims in downton D.C. Adams' wife, Clover, went unmentioned in his memoirs and local lore says her ghost can be seen in the nearby Hay-Adams House, rocking in a chair and sobbing. The site is along one of several walking tours that feature the tragedy and intrigue of Washington's past. (WTOP/Rick Massimo)
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Walking tours explore D.C.'s darker side (Continued)
Posted by:
Ghostwalker
()
Date: August 12, 2013 07:57AM
Civil War spy Rose Greenhow. (Courtesy Carol Bessette)
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
susan/hunters woods
()
Date: August 12, 2013 08:48AM
Reston hunters woods area I have experienced many events over the years in my townhouse. I have had items disappear only to be found months later in the same spot they disappeared from. Lights blink for no reason appliances turn themselves on. My neighbor has had similar experiences at her home. I have seen a ghostly woman in wearing 19th century clothes and a young African American girl attired similarly. My cat would sit for hours just staring at the same spot.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
LBJ
()
Date: August 12, 2013 09:04AM
susan/hunters woods Wrote:
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> Reston hunters woods area I have experienced many
> events over the years in my townhouse. I have had
> items disappear only to be found months later in
> the same spot they disappeared from. Lights blink
> for no reason appliances turn themselves on. My
> neighbor has had similar experiences at her home.
> I have seen a ghostly woman in wearing 19th
> century clothes and a young African American girl
> attired similarly. My cat would sit for hours just
> staring at the same spot.
I have also seen some pretty creepy things in that area, Deepwood neighborhood in particular....
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> Reston hunters woods area I have experienced many
> events over the years in my townhouse. I have had
> items disappear only to be found months later in
> the same spot they disappeared from. Lights blink
> for no reason appliances turn themselves on. My
> neighbor has had similar experiences at her home.
> I have seen a ghostly woman in wearing 19th
> century clothes and a young African American girl
> attired similarly. My cat would sit for hours just
> staring at the same spot.
I have also seen some pretty creepy things in that area, Deepwood neighborhood in particular....
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
kindful
()
Date: August 12, 2013 06:36PM
no such thing as ghosts.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghostwalker
()
Date: August 12, 2013 09:07PM
kindful Wrote:
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> no such thing as ghosts.
Then why are these ghost threads so long?
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> no such thing as ghosts.
Then why are these ghost threads so long?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Dawn
()
Date: August 16, 2013 08:07AM
I used to live in Aquia Harbour on Pinta Cove. My mother Jody has made comments on this site as well. Let me tell you.. We moved into a newly built home in the 90s and the weirdest things would happen and no one believed me.
I was an only child at the time. When I would fall asleep something would pet my head. Eventually I started to sleep with my head under the blanket and the covers clutched in my hand during the night only to wake up in the middle of the night freezing with the creepiest feeling in the room. My bed covers had been peeled off me and neatly laid on the floor below my bed. My sister was born soon after and my parents came home from a weekend vacation. My mom went upstairs to lay my sister down in her crib and her mobile started going around and playing music.
No one was in the house the entire weekend. Another time my sister was in her crib and my mom heard a man's voice singing a lullaby to her over the baby monitor. She said it was in a different language. She researched it and someone told her the Irish Brigade had been stationed in Aquia Harbor several hundred years ago. My brother's Matchbox car also floated in midair off the kitchen counter in front of everyone. I also used to have dreams about bodies buried under the basement. Maybe that's why there are no cemeteries. The houses were built on top of them.
I was an only child at the time. When I would fall asleep something would pet my head. Eventually I started to sleep with my head under the blanket and the covers clutched in my hand during the night only to wake up in the middle of the night freezing with the creepiest feeling in the room. My bed covers had been peeled off me and neatly laid on the floor below my bed. My sister was born soon after and my parents came home from a weekend vacation. My mom went upstairs to lay my sister down in her crib and her mobile started going around and playing music.
No one was in the house the entire weekend. Another time my sister was in her crib and my mom heard a man's voice singing a lullaby to her over the baby monitor. She said it was in a different language. She researched it and someone told her the Irish Brigade had been stationed in Aquia Harbor several hundred years ago. My brother's Matchbox car also floated in midair off the kitchen counter in front of everyone. I also used to have dreams about bodies buried under the basement. Maybe that's why there are no cemeteries. The houses were built on top of them.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
nothing
()
Date: August 19, 2013 02:12PM
I stay late at the J. J. Kelly High School (now called central), but I'm always in the auditoriums
sound booth. Me and the other lighting tech girl were operating lights when we heard crashing in the
catwalk above us.
Although no one was up there the crashing continued. The kids were rehearsing on stage and they heard
the noise too. Soon later we heard footsteps in the lobby. I walked out there to see nothing. Then in
the men's restroom in the lobby we heard everything being thrown around even though it was locked.
The students on stage saw the shadow of a male walk right behind the sound booth then dart towards the
stage! I know for a fact that this place is haunted.
sound booth. Me and the other lighting tech girl were operating lights when we heard crashing in the
catwalk above us.
Although no one was up there the crashing continued. The kids were rehearsing on stage and they heard
the noise too. Soon later we heard footsteps in the lobby. I walked out there to see nothing. Then in
the men's restroom in the lobby we heard everything being thrown around even though it was locked.
The students on stage saw the shadow of a male walk right behind the sound booth then dart towards the
stage! I know for a fact that this place is haunted.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
cbcorysgirl
()
Date: August 20, 2013 07:57AM
When I was in high school I dated a guy who lived on a very haunted farm, in Virginia. This farm was a multi-million dollar horse farm where they bred and trained show and race horses. There are a least ten barns on the farm, used for various reasons.
One of the barns held about 20 old antique carriages. These carriages are old and big to move them takes a crane. There are guards that worked for the farm that made nightly rounds around the farm to make sure everything was fine. No one could get in the gate without them knowing. The barn with carriages was used for tours; each carriage had a plaque explaining the history. One morning one of the guards went into the carriage barn. All of the carriages had been moved around and put in the wrong places. Needless to say the guard was very freaked out; it is not possible to move all the carriages in one night, and especially without anyone knowing.
The guards have also shared with me some of their scary experiences doing their rounds. One night we'll call him 'Buddy', was doing his rounds checking on all the barns... He noticed a light on in one of them that weren't supposed to be on. A light was on in the room where they have a TV and a microwave; there is a room like this in every barn. Buddy went into the barn and hung out for a minute watching TV, there was no one in the barn, and he would have seen them. He hung out for a little while and then left, he shut off all the lights and soon as he shut the door to the barn every light in the barn came on! Needless to say he ran for his truck and got out of there!
One of the barns held about 20 old antique carriages. These carriages are old and big to move them takes a crane. There are guards that worked for the farm that made nightly rounds around the farm to make sure everything was fine. No one could get in the gate without them knowing. The barn with carriages was used for tours; each carriage had a plaque explaining the history. One morning one of the guards went into the carriage barn. All of the carriages had been moved around and put in the wrong places. Needless to say the guard was very freaked out; it is not possible to move all the carriages in one night, and especially without anyone knowing.
The guards have also shared with me some of their scary experiences doing their rounds. One night we'll call him 'Buddy', was doing his rounds checking on all the barns... He noticed a light on in one of them that weren't supposed to be on. A light was on in the room where they have a TV and a microwave; there is a room like this in every barn. Buddy went into the barn and hung out for a minute watching TV, there was no one in the barn, and he would have seen them. He hung out for a little while and then left, he shut off all the lights and soon as he shut the door to the barn every light in the barn came on! Needless to say he ran for his truck and got out of there!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
t3h_h0bbitz
()
Date: August 20, 2013 04:52PM
What's the history of the farm? I don't blame "Buddy". I would have hightailed it out of there if al the lights came on!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
cbcorysgirl
()
Date: August 20, 2013 05:47PM
t3h_h0bbitz Wrote:
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> What's the history of the farm? I don't blame
> "Buddy". I would have hightailed it out of there
> if al the lights came on!
I'm not quite sure of the history of the farm. Unfortunately, it is no longer a horse farm. It has been donated to a school, which makes me very unhappy (I'm not unhappy for the school, just bummed about the horses!) I'm not sure how many of the original barns are still there. I do know the main house and a few of the other houses have been around since the civil war. I also don't speak to my ex anymore, so I'm not sure I can give you any more information. I will try to do some more research on my own!
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> What's the history of the farm? I don't blame
> "Buddy". I would have hightailed it out of there
> if al the lights came on!
I'm not quite sure of the history of the farm. Unfortunately, it is no longer a horse farm. It has been donated to a school, which makes me very unhappy (I'm not unhappy for the school, just bummed about the horses!) I'm not sure how many of the original barns are still there. I do know the main house and a few of the other houses have been around since the civil war. I also don't speak to my ex anymore, so I'm not sure I can give you any more information. I will try to do some more research on my own!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
abelard
()
Date: August 21, 2013 02:09AM
I once experienced an 'early arrival', although I'm still not sure what to make of it.
When I was in high school I was the only one of my friends with a pool, so we swam in it on many a balmy night. It was surrounded by a fence to keep out little kids, but my dad had inexpertly hung the main wooden gate. Turns out it weighed too much for the post holding it up, and it sagged onto the bolt that locked it closed. Opening it was a chore - you had to lift the gate (which made a loud creaking noise) while pulling the bolt back, which invariably slid suddenly and clacked open like minor gunshot. It was a distinctive series of noises you could easily hear from inside the house, so you could always tell when someone was headed for the pool.
One night Brad was running late and we all waited to abuse him roundly for, no doubt, touching himself and forgetting the time. We finally heard a car pull up on my street but were only really sure it was him when we heard his stupid flappy sandals coming down the driveway. Everyone started to say something to him and I got out of the pool as the gate lifted and the bolt clacked, but due to the placement of a floodlight, I couldn't see him till I got to the gate itself, maybe a second or two later. There was nobody there. I figured he was crouched down on the other side playing around so I looked over the gate - nothing. No only that, there was nobody in sight (which was impossible because there was nowhere to hide) and, even more odd, the gate was actually still bolted. I unbolted it and checked the street - no sign of Brad's car.
It would be a better ending to the story if Brad had been in an accident right about the time of the false arrival, but the truth is, nothing happened. He arrived about 15 minutes later while we were still discussing how we all heard the gate open and how it was absolutely impossible to fake this. We heard him flip-flip-flip down the driveway and we all stood silently as he opened the gate, and found us gawping at him.
I honestly don't know what happened here. There was no crisis, nothing weird about the house that I know about, and it never happened again. We all heard exactly the same thing at the same time, and at no more than 30 feet, even closer for me. Probably not ghost stuff, but bizarre.
When I was in high school I was the only one of my friends with a pool, so we swam in it on many a balmy night. It was surrounded by a fence to keep out little kids, but my dad had inexpertly hung the main wooden gate. Turns out it weighed too much for the post holding it up, and it sagged onto the bolt that locked it closed. Opening it was a chore - you had to lift the gate (which made a loud creaking noise) while pulling the bolt back, which invariably slid suddenly and clacked open like minor gunshot. It was a distinctive series of noises you could easily hear from inside the house, so you could always tell when someone was headed for the pool.
One night Brad was running late and we all waited to abuse him roundly for, no doubt, touching himself and forgetting the time. We finally heard a car pull up on my street but were only really sure it was him when we heard his stupid flappy sandals coming down the driveway. Everyone started to say something to him and I got out of the pool as the gate lifted and the bolt clacked, but due to the placement of a floodlight, I couldn't see him till I got to the gate itself, maybe a second or two later. There was nobody there. I figured he was crouched down on the other side playing around so I looked over the gate - nothing. No only that, there was nobody in sight (which was impossible because there was nowhere to hide) and, even more odd, the gate was actually still bolted. I unbolted it and checked the street - no sign of Brad's car.
It would be a better ending to the story if Brad had been in an accident right about the time of the false arrival, but the truth is, nothing happened. He arrived about 15 minutes later while we were still discussing how we all heard the gate open and how it was absolutely impossible to fake this. We heard him flip-flip-flip down the driveway and we all stood silently as he opened the gate, and found us gawping at him.
I honestly don't know what happened here. There was no crisis, nothing weird about the house that I know about, and it never happened again. We all heard exactly the same thing at the same time, and at no more than 30 feet, even closer for me. Probably not ghost stuff, but bizarre.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Buddy
()
Date: August 26, 2013 02:44PM
That's pretty intense
I mean, people can claim experiences and things that can be explained, but flat out breaking the laws of physics is pretty impressive.
Wish I could've been a fly on the wall!
I mean, people can claim experiences and things that can be explained, but flat out breaking the laws of physics is pretty impressive.
Wish I could've been a fly on the wall!
Ghost video
Posted by:
cori81
()
Date: August 26, 2013 07:40PM
Our company has been located at our Richmond, Virginia office building for almost 15 years. For years (as long as we can remember), we've felt a "presence" in the office -- especially at night time. We heard all of the creepy sounds of someone walking around, the banging noises, etc. We've seen the lights flicker on and off, and someone thought they spotted an "orb". We've "felt" someone in the room before... Even had an experience where it felt like someone got "grabbed" from behind.
We have two doors on the front of our building. One we use as our main entrance. The other door we keep dead-bolted. It never gets unlocked.
On Sunday, December 2, 2012, I came into the office early to get some work done. I left around 11:30am, and received a phone call from my boss at 3:30pm. He told me he just came into the office and wanted to know why the door (that always stays dead bolted) was opened... Wide open. I told him I was over by that particular door (the coffeepot is next to it), but never touched the door. My boss did a perimeter run to make sure that no one had broken in (there was a break-in several months back), but he didn't see any signs of anything being taken, etc.
He then pulled up one of our cameras that we have angled at that door. Around 2:52pm, the dead bolted door did open... But not with anyone's help. We can't explain it. We've zoomed in and reviewed the video several times. This door opened... And there was no one there.
Http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Zsf3qZTpOg&feature=g-upl
We have two doors on the front of our building. One we use as our main entrance. The other door we keep dead-bolted. It never gets unlocked.
On Sunday, December 2, 2012, I came into the office early to get some work done. I left around 11:30am, and received a phone call from my boss at 3:30pm. He told me he just came into the office and wanted to know why the door (that always stays dead bolted) was opened... Wide open. I told him I was over by that particular door (the coffeepot is next to it), but never touched the door. My boss did a perimeter run to make sure that no one had broken in (there was a break-in several months back), but he didn't see any signs of anything being taken, etc.
He then pulled up one of our cameras that we have angled at that door. Around 2:52pm, the dead bolted door did open... But not with anyone's help. We can't explain it. We've zoomed in and reviewed the video several times. This door opened... And there was no one there.
Http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Zsf3qZTpOg&feature=g-upl
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost in Centreville
()
Date: September 01, 2013 09:29AM
I live in Centreville and have had issues with unwelcome house guests of the spiritual kind. I moved in and gave birth to my first child and was spending a lot more time in the house after that. My husband and I always explained away happenings because we live in a townhouse.
Then our daughter would start following someone with her eyes and laugh at seeming nothing. It was fine until it attacked my husband, literally pushing him down the stairs. I have to cleanse my home 3 times a year.
Then our daughter would start following someone with her eyes and laugh at seeming nothing. It was fine until it attacked my husband, literally pushing him down the stairs. I have to cleanse my home 3 times a year.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Casper Luver
()
Date: September 01, 2013 10:12AM
Ghost in Centreville Wrote:
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> I live in Centreville and have had issues with
> unwelcome house guests of the spiritual kind. I
> moved in and gave birth to my first child and was
> spending a lot more time in the house after that.
> My husband and I always explained away happenings
> because we live in a townhouse.
>
> Then our daughter would start following someone
> with her eyes and laugh at seeming nothing. It was
> fine until it attacked my husband, literally
> pushing him down the stairs. I have to cleanse my
> home 3 times a year.
What part of Centreville are you in? I have had a similar experience in my townhouse. I wonder if the civil war has anything to do with this. I am on the border of Clifton.
Also, I work in the county bldgs. after hours. I have had quite a few experiences in the schools, especially the new ones on the old prison grounds.
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> I live in Centreville and have had issues with
> unwelcome house guests of the spiritual kind. I
> moved in and gave birth to my first child and was
> spending a lot more time in the house after that.
> My husband and I always explained away happenings
> because we live in a townhouse.
>
> Then our daughter would start following someone
> with her eyes and laugh at seeming nothing. It was
> fine until it attacked my husband, literally
> pushing him down the stairs. I have to cleanse my
> home 3 times a year.
What part of Centreville are you in? I have had a similar experience in my townhouse. I wonder if the civil war has anything to do with this. I am on the border of Clifton.
Also, I work in the county bldgs. after hours. I have had quite a few experiences in the schools, especially the new ones on the old prison grounds.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost in Centreville
()
Date: September 01, 2013 10:33AM
Right near Walney Road. we've seen shadows and things moving out of the corners of my eye. Things get lost or moved around. My daughter looks and laughs at things we cannot see.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghostwalker
()
Date: September 01, 2013 10:34AM
Casper Luver Wrote:
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> What part of Centreville are you in? I have had a
> similar experience in my townhouse. I wonder if
> the civil war has anything to do with this. I am
> on the border of Clifton.
>
> Also, I work in the county bldgs. after hours. I
> have had quite a few experiences in the schools,
> especially the new ones on the old prison grounds.
Wow, tell us more and don't spare the details. I'd love to hear the stories.
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> What part of Centreville are you in? I have had a
> similar experience in my townhouse. I wonder if
> the civil war has anything to do with this. I am
> on the border of Clifton.
>
> Also, I work in the county bldgs. after hours. I
> have had quite a few experiences in the schools,
> especially the new ones on the old prison grounds.
Wow, tell us more and don't spare the details. I'd love to hear the stories.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Centreville history
()
Date: September 01, 2013 11:07AM
Old of the oldest towns in Fairfax County, Centreville was chartered in 1792. Buildings remaining in the Centreville Historic District include the Mount Gilead House, the Old Stone Church, St. John's Church and cemetery. The area around the old town include Sully Plantation, Walney and the Ox Hill Battlefield sites.
Sully Historic Site is a Virginia Landmark. Built in 1794 by Richard Bland Lee, Northern Virginia's first representative to Congress, the house is furnished with antiques dating back to the federal period. View additional information at Fairfax County Park Authority's Sully Historic Site. Though it may seem distant from Centreville today, when Lee lived at Sully, Centreville was the largest nearby town and Mr. Lee was a participant in some of the town's activities.Mount Gilead
Although some say that the Mount Gilead home was built prior to 1750, there is currently no documentation supporting this theory. The home was most likely built around 1785 by Joel Beach who operated it as an ordinary, or inn "at the Sign of the Black Horse," until 1789.
Francis Adams owned the house after that with his wife Ann, who lived there many years after his death. Mr. Adams owned a number of other town properties, including a tanyard.
Mount Gilead became the home of the Malcolm Jamesson family in 1837. Mr. Jamesson operated a tannery nearby. Mount GIlead remained in the hands of Jamesson family members until the 1930s. It is believed that during the Civil War, Confederate General Joseph E. Johnston, Commander of the Department of Northern Virginia, resided at Mount Gilead. His operational headquarters were nearby, at Four Chimney House (it stood near where Wiloughby Newton Drive is today). Almost 40,000 Confederate troops were quartered in the Centreville area. Remains of Confederate breastworks can be found on the property adjacent to the Jamesson family cemetery.
Old Stone Church
Now the home of the Church of the Ascension, the church was first built in 1854 to house the Centreville Methodist Episcopal Church. During the Civil War the church was used as a hospital to treat men following the First and Second Battles of Manassas. Little more than the walls remained at the war's end and the church was rebuilt on the original foundations in 1872.
Following the Second World War, returning soldiers built a parish hall onto the church of matching stone. In 1973 the Church of the Ascension bought the building from the Centreville United Methodist Church. In celebration of the church's history the Methodist tradition of spare interior decor is maintained.
A Civil War Trails sign stands in front of the church today, at the point where Union soldiers turned from Braddock Road and headed west toward the first Manassas battlefield in July 1861. A grant from the Centreville Community Foundation funded the sign. Text and graphics were compiled by the Friends of Historic Centreville with assistance of the Civil War Trails program.
Mount Gilead, the Old Stone Church, and St. John's Church are all located in the Centreville Historic District located around Braddock Road and Mt. Gilead Road, between Lee Highway and I66.
Sully Historic Site is a Virginia Landmark. Built in 1794 by Richard Bland Lee, Northern Virginia's first representative to Congress, the house is furnished with antiques dating back to the federal period. View additional information at Fairfax County Park Authority's Sully Historic Site. Though it may seem distant from Centreville today, when Lee lived at Sully, Centreville was the largest nearby town and Mr. Lee was a participant in some of the town's activities.Mount Gilead
Although some say that the Mount Gilead home was built prior to 1750, there is currently no documentation supporting this theory. The home was most likely built around 1785 by Joel Beach who operated it as an ordinary, or inn "at the Sign of the Black Horse," until 1789.
Francis Adams owned the house after that with his wife Ann, who lived there many years after his death. Mr. Adams owned a number of other town properties, including a tanyard.
Mount Gilead became the home of the Malcolm Jamesson family in 1837. Mr. Jamesson operated a tannery nearby. Mount GIlead remained in the hands of Jamesson family members until the 1930s. It is believed that during the Civil War, Confederate General Joseph E. Johnston, Commander of the Department of Northern Virginia, resided at Mount Gilead. His operational headquarters were nearby, at Four Chimney House (it stood near where Wiloughby Newton Drive is today). Almost 40,000 Confederate troops were quartered in the Centreville area. Remains of Confederate breastworks can be found on the property adjacent to the Jamesson family cemetery.
Old Stone Church
Now the home of the Church of the Ascension, the church was first built in 1854 to house the Centreville Methodist Episcopal Church. During the Civil War the church was used as a hospital to treat men following the First and Second Battles of Manassas. Little more than the walls remained at the war's end and the church was rebuilt on the original foundations in 1872.
Following the Second World War, returning soldiers built a parish hall onto the church of matching stone. In 1973 the Church of the Ascension bought the building from the Centreville United Methodist Church. In celebration of the church's history the Methodist tradition of spare interior decor is maintained.
A Civil War Trails sign stands in front of the church today, at the point where Union soldiers turned from Braddock Road and headed west toward the first Manassas battlefield in July 1861. A grant from the Centreville Community Foundation funded the sign. Text and graphics were compiled by the Friends of Historic Centreville with assistance of the Civil War Trails program.
Mount Gilead, the Old Stone Church, and St. John's Church are all located in the Centreville Historic District located around Braddock Road and Mt. Gilead Road, between Lee Highway and I66.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Kayla1
()
Date: September 02, 2013 06:52AM
I live in Gate City Virginia, I lived right below my mamaw's house and during the weekdays I would walk up to her house and stay with her. One night I was laying in my bed room that my mamaw let me stay in, I was trying to go to sleep when I kept seeing shadows on the walls. I would always just ignore it until one night I was laying there and I kept hearing my name being called. I simply thought it was my mamaw calling for me so I jumped out of my bed and went in to the living room were my mamaw was sitting and asked her what it was she wanted. She replied by saying what are you talking about I never called for you?
So I went bad to my bed room and as I looked into the mirror I saw a man staring at me, his eyes were so cold and dark and that was the last time I had ever stayed all night in that house and I never go into that room. There has been a lot more since this but this is the only person or thing I've seen face to face.
So I went bad to my bed room and as I looked into the mirror I saw a man staring at me, his eyes were so cold and dark and that was the last time I had ever stayed all night in that house and I never go into that room. There has been a lot more since this but this is the only person or thing I've seen face to face.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Dawn
()
Date: September 03, 2013 12:26PM
susan/hunters woods Wrote:
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> Reston hunters woods area I have experienced many
> events over the years in my townhouse. I have had
> items disappear only to be found months later in
> the same spot they disappeared from. Lights blink
> for no reason appliances turn themselves on. My
> neighbor has had similar experiences at her home.
> I have seen a ghostly woman in wearing 19th
> century clothes and a young African American girl
> attired similarly. My cat would sit for hours just
> staring at the same spot.
We live in the Deepwood area. I was driving home one rainy night. There was a man in short sleeves and what looked to be khakis standing by a sign. (this was in December 2012) I was a few hundred feet from him. When I drove by he wasn't there. There was nowhere he could have possibly gone in that short amount of time.
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> Reston hunters woods area I have experienced many
> events over the years in my townhouse. I have had
> items disappear only to be found months later in
> the same spot they disappeared from. Lights blink
> for no reason appliances turn themselves on. My
> neighbor has had similar experiences at her home.
> I have seen a ghostly woman in wearing 19th
> century clothes and a young African American girl
> attired similarly. My cat would sit for hours just
> staring at the same spot.
We live in the Deepwood area. I was driving home one rainy night. There was a man in short sleeves and what looked to be khakis standing by a sign. (this was in December 2012) I was a few hundred feet from him. When I drove by he wasn't there. There was nowhere he could have possibly gone in that short amount of time.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Dawn
()
Date: September 03, 2013 12:42PM
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
anymoose
()
Date: September 09, 2013 11:17AM
One day when I was gardening I heard a little girl laughing in my house. I have heard the same laugh 2 separate occasions prior to this event I've never been so scared in my life. The third time it happened I ran into my bedroom and called my ex wife crying. This is a true story.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Not in Fairfax but a good story
()
Date: September 13, 2013 10:25AM
Shortly before my dad died, when we knew he was living on borrowed time, I once told him to come back and tell me he was okay after he was dead. I was like, "Tell me what happens!" and he said he wouldn't, because then I wouldn't have to have faith. So I was like, "Then just let me know you're okay!" and he laughed and said he'd give it a go.
Two days after his funeral, we were still at my parents' house on the coast of Oregon. We were stuck there because there was a massive, four-day windstorm that knocked out all the power for days and made traversing any of the bridges on 101 totally impossible. (Interesting to note: The town has not lost power since this storm, which began the day of Dad's funeral.)
It was the middle of the night, and something woke me up. I sat up in the bed I was sharing in the guest room with H, and I saw what looked like a flashlight flickering over the walls. At first I figured it was probably my sister lighting her way to the hall bathroom, which was next to our room, but the floors are super creaky and I didn't hear anything. The light sort of fluttered around the room for a minute and then blinked out entirely. I got up and looked into the hallway and nobody was there. I checked the other guest room and my sister was asleep. I was the only one awake in the house.
To this day I'm convinced it was my father, just letting me know he was okay, but in an ambiguous enough way that I'd still have to have faith.
Two days after his funeral, we were still at my parents' house on the coast of Oregon. We were stuck there because there was a massive, four-day windstorm that knocked out all the power for days and made traversing any of the bridges on 101 totally impossible. (Interesting to note: The town has not lost power since this storm, which began the day of Dad's funeral.)
It was the middle of the night, and something woke me up. I sat up in the bed I was sharing in the guest room with H, and I saw what looked like a flashlight flickering over the walls. At first I figured it was probably my sister lighting her way to the hall bathroom, which was next to our room, but the floors are super creaky and I didn't hear anything. The light sort of fluttered around the room for a minute and then blinked out entirely. I got up and looked into the hallway and nobody was there. I checked the other guest room and my sister was asleep. I was the only one awake in the house.
To this day I'm convinced it was my father, just letting me know he was okay, but in an ambiguous enough way that I'd still have to have faith.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
evil doll
()
Date: September 13, 2013 01:51PM
My mother [...] had a large Shirley Temple doll when she was little whose eyes she says followed her, literally. She hated that doll, and it ended up buried somewhere, only to resurface when she was much older. She would not tell me the rest of the story until I begged her, and made me promise not to ask my aunt about it, and to not mention it again after she told me.
She gave the doll to my cousin. Why she did this, I can't imagine. She says that she had convinced herself that she was imagining things as a child herself, but seriously?
Anyway, my cousin is playing with the doll one day, when my aunt comes in and finds the doll TALKING to my cousin. So, she promptly freaks the fuck out, and takes the doll away. My uncle buried it, in pieces, as it continued to laugh up a storm.
That shit is evil.
I asked my aunt about it (against my mom's wishes), and she simply said, "I don't want to talk about it."
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She gave the doll to my cousin. Why she did this, I can't imagine. She says that she had convinced herself that she was imagining things as a child herself, but seriously?
Anyway, my cousin is playing with the doll one day, when my aunt comes in and finds the doll TALKING to my cousin. So, she promptly freaks the fuck out, and takes the doll away. My uncle buried it, in pieces, as it continued to laugh up a storm.
That shit is evil.
I asked my aunt about it (against my mom's wishes), and she simply said, "I don't want to talk about it."
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
my story
()
Date: September 13, 2013 03:14PM
My dad was dating a woman (let's call her Anne) in Rochester, NY. She lived in an old farm house. I don't even know where to begin with this place. Let's bulletpoint it out:
1) The basement looked like the basement in Stir of Echoes. Most of it was cement, except for "the scary room" which was a mound of dirt and sand. Weird and scary things would result if anything happened in that room, like having to run wires through it. Anne placed a chest-high piece of wood in the door frame to keep her animals from getting in there. It's worth noting that while her cat would go into the basement, her extremely loyal dog could not be made to go down the steps. That's when you know something's wrong. Anyway, Anne kept her cat's food dish on the top step to the basement. One day, she noticed a few pieces of the cat's food laying a couple steps down from the dish. Thinking nothing of it, she let it be. The next day, the food had moved down a step in the exact same pattern. Next day, same thing. Again and again until the food disappeared. Anne tried not to go into the basement as a matter of course, but had to soon thereafter to do laundry. She saw the cat food in the same pattern in the scary room. Blaaaagh.
2) Before my dad lived with her, she had a nightly routine. She would get in bed and read and then would turn on the t.v. (which was directly across from the bed) and fall asleep. Her dog would lie on the floor by her side. One night, she was reading and her dog jumped up and started barking at the t.v. Since her dog was generally hyper, she thought nothing of it—didn't even look up. But when the barking persisted, she looked at the t.v. The t.v. was off, but there were black and white images on the screen. They kept changing every minute or so—a church, a skull, etc. While she had experienced many scary things in her house, this freaked her out badly. She called my dad, panicking, and asked what to do. He said, "Take pictures!" She did. I've seen them. That t.v. was most definitely off and there were most definitely images on it. You can bet that when I stayed in their guest room for a Thanksgiving visit, I made sure the t.v. across from my bed was unplugged (not that it would've made a difference, but it made me feel better!), the lights stayed on, and the blanket was over my head all night.
3) Anne had a ghost travel with her to visit my dad one time. While it wasn't a mean-spirited ghost or anything, I still find that unbelievably creepy....so Paranormal Activity-ish.
4) I asked my dad what the scariest thing was that happened to him while living in that house and he said that one day, he was making a sandwich in the kitchen (which adjoined to the basement stairs, btw) and felt something hit his back and then heard it drop to the floor. It was a penny. "Weird," he thought. He started walking to the living room and something hit has back again. Same. Penny. Not cool, ghost. Not cool.
1) The basement looked like the basement in Stir of Echoes. Most of it was cement, except for "the scary room" which was a mound of dirt and sand. Weird and scary things would result if anything happened in that room, like having to run wires through it. Anne placed a chest-high piece of wood in the door frame to keep her animals from getting in there. It's worth noting that while her cat would go into the basement, her extremely loyal dog could not be made to go down the steps. That's when you know something's wrong. Anyway, Anne kept her cat's food dish on the top step to the basement. One day, she noticed a few pieces of the cat's food laying a couple steps down from the dish. Thinking nothing of it, she let it be. The next day, the food had moved down a step in the exact same pattern. Next day, same thing. Again and again until the food disappeared. Anne tried not to go into the basement as a matter of course, but had to soon thereafter to do laundry. She saw the cat food in the same pattern in the scary room. Blaaaagh.
2) Before my dad lived with her, she had a nightly routine. She would get in bed and read and then would turn on the t.v. (which was directly across from the bed) and fall asleep. Her dog would lie on the floor by her side. One night, she was reading and her dog jumped up and started barking at the t.v. Since her dog was generally hyper, she thought nothing of it—didn't even look up. But when the barking persisted, she looked at the t.v. The t.v. was off, but there were black and white images on the screen. They kept changing every minute or so—a church, a skull, etc. While she had experienced many scary things in her house, this freaked her out badly. She called my dad, panicking, and asked what to do. He said, "Take pictures!" She did. I've seen them. That t.v. was most definitely off and there were most definitely images on it. You can bet that when I stayed in their guest room for a Thanksgiving visit, I made sure the t.v. across from my bed was unplugged (not that it would've made a difference, but it made me feel better!), the lights stayed on, and the blanket was over my head all night.
3) Anne had a ghost travel with her to visit my dad one time. While it wasn't a mean-spirited ghost or anything, I still find that unbelievably creepy....so Paranormal Activity-ish.
4) I asked my dad what the scariest thing was that happened to him while living in that house and he said that one day, he was making a sandwich in the kitchen (which adjoined to the basement stairs, btw) and felt something hit his back and then heard it drop to the floor. It was a penny. "Weird," he thought. He started walking to the living room and something hit has back again. Same. Penny. Not cool, ghost. Not cool.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
old man ghost
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Date: September 13, 2013 04:50PM
My mother worked in a daycare that had taken over the wing of an old school and the building is notoriously haunted with the ghost of the school's name-sake and founder, Colonel Walker. The attic of the building was used as storage for the daycare and many people reported small, fairly unobtrusive events while being up there, things like boxes shifting around behind you, drawers opening on the other side of the room where you were, curtains suddenly moving, the feeling of someone else being in the attic with you. But the kids were the most in tune it seems. I know that lots of the kids talked about "the old man" at the daycare (which was staffed entirely by women), and I have definitely seen the kids react by all at once looking to the door as if someone entered the room when no one had. Personally, I always felt as if someone was walking directly behind me whenever I had to go from one end of the hallway to another and sometimes I would hang out in the kitchen waiting for my mom to finish up work for the day while I finished my homework or something, I often felt like someone was there with me (I spent a lot of time there, especially in the summer when school was out, helping around the daycare). The most famous piece of evidence of Colonel Walker's ghost was a picture taken at Halloween of all the kids in their costumes. Right in the back, standing behind the children and looking straight at the camera, is the watery and somewhat blurred face and upper body of an older man. Like, you don't even have to squint or tilt your head to make out that it is there. Now I know that it could have been some bleed from some other photos or something, but I think, given all the other evidence it seems they got the Colonel on camera.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Charlotte
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Date: September 13, 2013 05:49PM
When I was 8, my family moved into an old Colonial that was built in 1810. My father still lives there. Until I was 17, every before I feel asleep, I would feel pressure next to me as if someone sat down on the bed next to me. This would always be accompanied with a feeling of increased pressure in the air. Although I knew this probably didn't happen to everyone, I didn't think about it much.
Until I got a cat. He was a present for my twelfth birthday. Each night, he would sack out on the bed near my feet. Each night, he would bolt from a dead sleep and glare at something in the doorway before hightailing it out of there. A few moments later, the pressure would return.
Again, while this was a weird thing to happen, I didn't really question it. Maybe the cat was just neurotic. I didn't talk about this nightly occurrence to anyone. However, I did refer this feeling/presence/what have you as "Charlotte." I don't know why.
So one day in the summer when I was thirteen, an elderly man and his middle-aged daughter pull up to our house and explain that the father lived in the house with his aunt while he was a boy and that he raised his family there for a few years. They had been visiting family in the neighborhood, and they wondered if they could take a tour for old times' sake. My mom said sure. She, my sister and I led them around the house, and they recalled different memories.
Afterward, my mom asked them if they remembered strange occurrences or stories about the house. "Like ghosts?" the old man asked and chuckled. His daughter became very quiet and said firmly, "It's not funny, Dad." The man explained that everyone who slept in one bedroom felt a little unsettled, and his daughter interrupted to say that she always felt as if someone sat on the edge of the bed and she tried to go to sleep. Her father said they used to joke that it was just his aunt looking out for them—his Aunt Charlotte.
This confirmed what I had never admitted to myself. I had a freaking ghost that basically tucked me in at night for the previous five years.
Still, going to bed was never freaky or scary. I just tried to ignore the feeling when it came.
Until one night when I was 16. My parents had been going through a weird patch in their marriage, I was feeling depressed, and in general, it was a weird year. I went to bed; after about 20 minutes the cat took his typical bolting exit from the bed, and I felt the familiar pressure on my side.
Then I felt a hand brush through my hair.
Then I ran straight downstairs to the living room where my mom was dozing. She woke up when I burst in the room, saw my face, and asked what was wrong. I told her I had a nightmare and left it at that.
I spent a week sleeping in the guest room. When I got the nerve to go back to my room, I was nearly asleep when I realized I didn't feel the pressure next to me. I did feel pressure in the air. I rolled on my back and saw the figure of a woman in her 60s, wearing a housedress, her hair pulled back in a bun, with her arms folded. She was looking right at me, very concerned. When I found my voice, she disappeared. I said out loud, "I don't care if you stay, but I can NEVER, EVER, EVER see you again." I never did.
However a few years later, after my parents divorced and my dad moved in his girlfriend and her 4 year old son, I wasn't really surprised when she told me her little boy said a lady named Charlotte told him stories at night.
Until I got a cat. He was a present for my twelfth birthday. Each night, he would sack out on the bed near my feet. Each night, he would bolt from a dead sleep and glare at something in the doorway before hightailing it out of there. A few moments later, the pressure would return.
Again, while this was a weird thing to happen, I didn't really question it. Maybe the cat was just neurotic. I didn't talk about this nightly occurrence to anyone. However, I did refer this feeling/presence/what have you as "Charlotte." I don't know why.
So one day in the summer when I was thirteen, an elderly man and his middle-aged daughter pull up to our house and explain that the father lived in the house with his aunt while he was a boy and that he raised his family there for a few years. They had been visiting family in the neighborhood, and they wondered if they could take a tour for old times' sake. My mom said sure. She, my sister and I led them around the house, and they recalled different memories.
Afterward, my mom asked them if they remembered strange occurrences or stories about the house. "Like ghosts?" the old man asked and chuckled. His daughter became very quiet and said firmly, "It's not funny, Dad." The man explained that everyone who slept in one bedroom felt a little unsettled, and his daughter interrupted to say that she always felt as if someone sat on the edge of the bed and she tried to go to sleep. Her father said they used to joke that it was just his aunt looking out for them—his Aunt Charlotte.
This confirmed what I had never admitted to myself. I had a freaking ghost that basically tucked me in at night for the previous five years.
Still, going to bed was never freaky or scary. I just tried to ignore the feeling when it came.
Until one night when I was 16. My parents had been going through a weird patch in their marriage, I was feeling depressed, and in general, it was a weird year. I went to bed; after about 20 minutes the cat took his typical bolting exit from the bed, and I felt the familiar pressure on my side.
Then I felt a hand brush through my hair.
Then I ran straight downstairs to the living room where my mom was dozing. She woke up when I burst in the room, saw my face, and asked what was wrong. I told her I had a nightmare and left it at that.
I spent a week sleeping in the guest room. When I got the nerve to go back to my room, I was nearly asleep when I realized I didn't feel the pressure next to me. I did feel pressure in the air. I rolled on my back and saw the figure of a woman in her 60s, wearing a housedress, her hair pulled back in a bun, with her arms folded. She was looking right at me, very concerned. When I found my voice, she disappeared. I said out loud, "I don't care if you stay, but I can NEVER, EVER, EVER see you again." I never did.
However a few years later, after my parents divorced and my dad moved in his girlfriend and her 4 year old son, I wasn't really surprised when she told me her little boy said a lady named Charlotte told him stories at night.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
lady in the bathroom
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Date: September 13, 2013 08:12PM
About ten years ago my 3 year old son and I moved into a new house. Well, it was new to us, but it was actually a very old house. The inside of the house always seemed to be just a little darker and a little colder than it should be. I had noticed that the first time I went to view the house but as it was summer I figured it would save on cooling costs.
Soon after we moved in a friend of mine came by. We were sitting and talking for a few minutes but she seemed uncomfortable the whole time. Then I saw in her face that something in the other room caught her attention. Her eyes got big. She said "I have to go." I asked her what was wrong but she said she didn't want to tell me. I kept after her because her reaction was kind of freaking me out. On her way out the door she finally said "This house is haunted" but she wouldn't tell me what made her think so. Still to this day ten years later she refuses to tell me what she saw.
About a week after that night my 3 year old son casually asked me who the old lady in the bathroom was.
One day I was leaving for work but once I got to the car I realized I needed to run back in the house to get something. I walked in to the house and as soon as I got inside this framed photo on the wall shot off the wall. Now, I don't mean it fell because of some issue with the nail or anything like that. It shot horizontally away from the wall, not vertically down. And it landed on a mosaic table with enough force to break some of the tiles off of it. I felt like whatever was in the house was pissed that I came back in after it thought I had left for the day!
After living in the house for about six months, I noticed a weird square cut into the boards on the deck. There was no handle but I was able to pry it up. The hole was just big enough to fit through, and there was a ladder going down. For some reason I went down and found myself in what looked like a homemade basement. It was basically just a room dug out of the earth, no constructed walls or stone supports or anything like you would expect if it was a basement that was built with the house. It was very dark but I could see over in the corner a suspicious-looking large stone. It looked like one of those light-colored 100+ year old headstones that you see in old cemeteries. Just then some camel crickets started jumping at me so I got my ass out of that "basement" as fast as I could and never went back.
Now, this is the part that affected me most and the reason we left the house. One night I was in bed but not yet asleep, laying on my stomach. I heard someone walk into the room. I heard footsteps come from the doorway over to my bed. I didn't realize until later that the fact that I heard the footsteps was weird because the room was carpeted. When the footsteps reached my bed, I felt someone put their hands on my back. Two hands, just gently laid flat on my back and kept there. I assumed it was my son. I said "What are you doing?" but no one answered. I looked up and no one was there. I got up and checked my son's bedroom but he was in bed asleep.
We moved out soon after that.
Soon after we moved in a friend of mine came by. We were sitting and talking for a few minutes but she seemed uncomfortable the whole time. Then I saw in her face that something in the other room caught her attention. Her eyes got big. She said "I have to go." I asked her what was wrong but she said she didn't want to tell me. I kept after her because her reaction was kind of freaking me out. On her way out the door she finally said "This house is haunted" but she wouldn't tell me what made her think so. Still to this day ten years later she refuses to tell me what she saw.
About a week after that night my 3 year old son casually asked me who the old lady in the bathroom was.
One day I was leaving for work but once I got to the car I realized I needed to run back in the house to get something. I walked in to the house and as soon as I got inside this framed photo on the wall shot off the wall. Now, I don't mean it fell because of some issue with the nail or anything like that. It shot horizontally away from the wall, not vertically down. And it landed on a mosaic table with enough force to break some of the tiles off of it. I felt like whatever was in the house was pissed that I came back in after it thought I had left for the day!
After living in the house for about six months, I noticed a weird square cut into the boards on the deck. There was no handle but I was able to pry it up. The hole was just big enough to fit through, and there was a ladder going down. For some reason I went down and found myself in what looked like a homemade basement. It was basically just a room dug out of the earth, no constructed walls or stone supports or anything like you would expect if it was a basement that was built with the house. It was very dark but I could see over in the corner a suspicious-looking large stone. It looked like one of those light-colored 100+ year old headstones that you see in old cemeteries. Just then some camel crickets started jumping at me so I got my ass out of that "basement" as fast as I could and never went back.
Now, this is the part that affected me most and the reason we left the house. One night I was in bed but not yet asleep, laying on my stomach. I heard someone walk into the room. I heard footsteps come from the doorway over to my bed. I didn't realize until later that the fact that I heard the footsteps was weird because the room was carpeted. When the footsteps reached my bed, I felt someone put their hands on my back. Two hands, just gently laid flat on my back and kept there. I assumed it was my son. I said "What are you doing?" but no one answered. I looked up and no one was there. I got up and checked my son's bedroom but he was in bed asleep.
We moved out soon after that.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Melinda
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Date: September 14, 2013 04:54AM
I looked up hauntings and found this... I am searching because last night My children, kitten, and I all clearly heard my husband come in and then mess around in the cupboards and stove and such perhaps checking for food so I thought I had better go check, however I then realized he never turned on the light. Now mind you I live in a new trailer... Not an old house. I went to call out to my husband but he did not answer me. I thought perhaps he came home drunk and went to lay down on the living room floor so I turned on the light... Nothing.
I went back to my room and later hear the other door clearly slam shut. I went to check half worried as I had no weapon and my child was on
my skirt tails. I checked the doors and soundly closed and locked.
Tonight I head a bang on the top of my trailer and I assumed it fell from the tree... Later I heard creeks on the drier (still hearing them as I type... But lessening) which prompted me to think and realize... The tree that drops nuts of some sort is clear on the other end of my (long) trailer. I live on Dutchman Rd off of 29 N.
I went back to my room and later hear the other door clearly slam shut. I went to check half worried as I had no weapon and my child was on
my skirt tails. I checked the doors and soundly closed and locked.
Tonight I head a bang on the top of my trailer and I assumed it fell from the tree... Later I heard creeks on the drier (still hearing them as I type... But lessening) which prompted me to think and realize... The tree that drops nuts of some sort is clear on the other end of my (long) trailer. I live on Dutchman Rd off of 29 N.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Crazy Cat
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Date: September 15, 2013 05:03AM
My house has never been haunted, but I do have a bit of a habit of being a weirdness magnet.
For example, when I was really young (Like maybe two or three), I had twins as "imaginary friends". We would do everything together, until one day they left. A few days later, my twin cousins were born.
This summer I brought a ghost home from Savannah. He wasn't malicious or anything. He messed with our computers (like playing with the touch screen) mostly. However, right before I started college, I was telling my mom that I needed and oven mitt.
Later the same night, I get up from my computer to go into the kitchen to get a snack. I spent maybe five minutes away from my computer. When I came back, the oven mitt from the kitchen was draped over the computer monitor.
My parents were in their bed. I have no siblings.
*shrugs*
Since I've come to Savannah, the activity in the house has stopped. I dunno if the ghost will join us for winter break.
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For example, when I was really young (Like maybe two or three), I had twins as "imaginary friends". We would do everything together, until one day they left. A few days later, my twin cousins were born.
This summer I brought a ghost home from Savannah. He wasn't malicious or anything. He messed with our computers (like playing with the touch screen) mostly. However, right before I started college, I was telling my mom that I needed and oven mitt.
Later the same night, I get up from my computer to go into the kitchen to get a snack. I spent maybe five minutes away from my computer. When I came back, the oven mitt from the kitchen was draped over the computer monitor.
My parents were in their bed. I have no siblings.
*shrugs*
Since I've come to Savannah, the activity in the house has stopped. I dunno if the ghost will join us for winter break.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Love Always
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Date: September 15, 2013 03:00PM
My great-grandmother was very close to my mom and was apparently an incredible woman. She died before I was born, but my mom tells us a lot of stories about her. From the time my little sister was born, she's had a very strong resemblance to old pictures of my great-grandma and her whole side of the family. Once, when my sister was a baby just beginning to learn to speak, my mom was holding my sister on her lap, talking and playing with her. My sister reached up and took my mother's face in her hands (like my great-grandmother used to do to my mom when she was alive), looked her in the eye, and very clearly said, "You always were such a beautiful baby." My mother was shocked, but my sister, who was not yet speaking in full sentences, had gone back to making her typical baby sounds.
My mom told this story at dinner when my sister was about six or seven. This was the first time my sister ever heard the story, and she was a little freaked out. As soon as my mom finished telling the story though, my sister's eye twitched, as if she were winking.
My mom told this story at dinner when my sister was about six or seven. This was the first time my sister ever heard the story, and she was a little freaked out. As soon as my mom finished telling the story though, my sister's eye twitched, as if she were winking.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
shallyriaU
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Date: September 15, 2013 06:06PM
The only time where I am pretty certain that I saw a ghost/something supernatural was on a church youth group trip I took in early high school. It was an all-girls trip where we stayed at a beach house in Wilmington, NC for the weekend. In the middle of the second night we were there, I woke up to one of the other girls staying in the room screaming in her sleep. I sat up, looked over, and saw a girl standing over her bed and right by where she was sleeping. At first, I thought it was just a girl who stayed in another room at first, but once I looked more closely, it wasn't. I was definitely wide awake and laid back down as I watched her walk around the bed. I noticed that there was what looked like a red and whited striped towel on the wall (which was not there when we went to sleep), and the thing that really freaked me out was that the mirror facing the two beds was pitch black. Even in darkness, you can still see somewhat of a reflection in a mirror, but not this one, it was completely black. No reflection. The girl noticed that I was looking at her — she turned around and made the nastiest, snarliest face at me. I still remember the slits of her eyes giving me that evil glare. My entire body ran cold and I began to shake, as I start screaming that there's a ghost. This doesn't wake up the girl who was shouting in her sleep, but it does wake up the other 2 girls in the room, who say go back to sleep. The ghost-girl doesn't disappear. She stands there placidly at the end of the other bed and watches us as one girl tells me to calm down. I start crying and hide under the covers until I manage to fall asleep. In the morning, I was so relieved to wake up and see the mirror back to normal and no towel hanging on the wall. Of course, I am all "ghost! ghost! there was a ghost!" in the morning, to which I receive rolled eyes and chidings of "Christians don't believe in ghosts, and you shouldn't either" (eff that, you need a better reason than that). One of the girls who I woke up starts laughing, saying she thought it was so silly of me. I run through my story - creepy girl, black mirror, red and white towel on the wall. At the mention of the towel, she stops and gives me a funny look, a look that clearly said to me that she did see something when I woke her up. I didn't say anything, but after that, if [my ghost] was brought up, she quickly changed the conversation.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
lil long
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Date: September 16, 2013 03:45AM
Nothing happened when I was younger, but in my early teens I started to notice weird occurrences (and since then I've read that it's "common" for things to start around teenage girls' adolescences. . .). The very first thing happened my freshman year of high school when I had a sleepover, and several girls brought cameras and took pictures. When they got their photos back, there were pictures in two separate rolls which seemed to have white vortex shapes swooping across me, obscuring my face and upper body.
Immediately after this, an odd tapping began coming from my bedroom walls. At first I thought nothing of it because it's obviously a very old house and they creak. But as I heard it more frequently I started realizing that it had some very strange characteristics. First of all, it only ever seemed to happen as I got into bed when I was in that receptive almost-asleep stage. (I had my desk in there, too, where I would spend many long hours doing homework, so I would have noticed if they had come at other times.) Also, they alternated walls; they would rapidly switch from one to another, and sometimes they'd go simultaneously on two opposite walls, then switch suddenly to the other two opposite walls.
Then something even more dramatic happened. In childhood and up until I was 17 I had bunk beds, which were actually great since I was always having friends spend the night (my house was where we all hung out due to size, location, and how well my parents got along with everyone). One night I was had just gotten into bed on the top bunk, when suddenly the sheets were jerked sharply towards the wall, pulling partially off me. It was almost as if someone were in the bottom bunk, playing a trick on me or trying to get my attention. So that was very strange, but felt almost playful, so I didn't feel too scared by it. But it was VERY odd, nonetheless.
When I was 17 I got a new bed so we started dismantling the bunk bed, and first gave away the top mattress to our neighbors who had a young son, so for a little while I used the top bunk as a sort of shelf (but it still had the solid railing so it was boxed in on all sides). One day I put a pile of textbooks and magazines on the top bunk in some boxes I had sitting there, and was on the computer on the other side of the room typing something up, my back turned. Suddenly there was a loud series of quick crashes and I whirled around just in time to see my last textbook sliding over the side of the top bunk and cascade to the floor on top of the others books. Since the railing is about ten inches high on all sides and the boxes were about the same AND the pile was not that tall, they would have had to have somehow ‘jumped' over the both the side of the box and then the side of the bed!
The creepiest experience was when a friend was spending the night, and we were getting ready for bed, and my cat (who is the most docile, sweet, and gentle cat I've ever known), was curled up on my lap purring loudly. My friend switched off the light and he continued to purr warmly, but not ten seconds later he drastically changed on the turn of a dime. His body suddenly stiffened, all his fur rose up completely on end, he dug his claws deep into my thigh (enough to draw blood!), and started to growl loudly. The growls quickly escalated into horrible piercing noises, like shrieks, at the top of his lungs that I have NEVER heard any cat make. The whole time his entire body was rigid and tense also. Even aside from that, there was a general off feeling in the room, and my friend quickly rushed up to turn the light back on. Almost immediately the claws pulled out from my skin, and he relaxed and settled down, but still seemed unsettled. That only happened once in his whole life, but it remains extremely disconcerting to me, to this day.[...]
Then last year, one of the strangest things yet happened to me. I was home from London on break, and though nothing of note had happened for years, that changed. I was alone because my parents were at work, but out of habit I locked the bathroom door anyway when I went to take a shower. Nothing was noticeably amiss in there; everything seemed in order. I laid my clothes down on the floor and stepped straight into the bathtub where I took a really long shower. After a long time I opened the curtain back up and I immediately and strongly felt like someone had been in there unnoticed while I was showering, but I checked the lock (which is an old-fashioned latch on the inside) and it was still fastened. I grabbed a towel, stepped out, then noticed something really strange.
The bottle of baby powder (which we never use, it's typically on the bottom shelf in a basket) was not only out but lying open right in the very middle of the bathroom floor, with its contents scattered everywhere in the entrance area. Footsteps led through it and onto the dark yellow bathmat, stopping short of the tub. At first I though, "That's strange, I REALLY don't remember it being there but I guess I must have walked through it to get here." I was almost positive that it hadn't been there since it was so clearly right in the middle of where I would have walked, and such an obvious mess, but it was the only thing I could think of as an explanation. But then I noticed that one of the footsteps was half on the mat, half on my jeans, and that there was another obvious footprint on my jeans after that. Then I thought (though even more skeptically), that I must have stepped ON my jeans somehow before getting in, even though I was convinced that I had stepped straight out of them and gotten directly in. Still, it was the only explanation I could think of. However, when I looked more closely at the prints, I couldn't convince myself of anything; they were significantly smaller than mine, almost like a child's.
After that day and in retrospect everything that has happened almost seems like something a child would do; they're all fairly playful or something your younger sibling would do.
Immediately after this, an odd tapping began coming from my bedroom walls. At first I thought nothing of it because it's obviously a very old house and they creak. But as I heard it more frequently I started realizing that it had some very strange characteristics. First of all, it only ever seemed to happen as I got into bed when I was in that receptive almost-asleep stage. (I had my desk in there, too, where I would spend many long hours doing homework, so I would have noticed if they had come at other times.) Also, they alternated walls; they would rapidly switch from one to another, and sometimes they'd go simultaneously on two opposite walls, then switch suddenly to the other two opposite walls.
Then something even more dramatic happened. In childhood and up until I was 17 I had bunk beds, which were actually great since I was always having friends spend the night (my house was where we all hung out due to size, location, and how well my parents got along with everyone). One night I was had just gotten into bed on the top bunk, when suddenly the sheets were jerked sharply towards the wall, pulling partially off me. It was almost as if someone were in the bottom bunk, playing a trick on me or trying to get my attention. So that was very strange, but felt almost playful, so I didn't feel too scared by it. But it was VERY odd, nonetheless.
When I was 17 I got a new bed so we started dismantling the bunk bed, and first gave away the top mattress to our neighbors who had a young son, so for a little while I used the top bunk as a sort of shelf (but it still had the solid railing so it was boxed in on all sides). One day I put a pile of textbooks and magazines on the top bunk in some boxes I had sitting there, and was on the computer on the other side of the room typing something up, my back turned. Suddenly there was a loud series of quick crashes and I whirled around just in time to see my last textbook sliding over the side of the top bunk and cascade to the floor on top of the others books. Since the railing is about ten inches high on all sides and the boxes were about the same AND the pile was not that tall, they would have had to have somehow ‘jumped' over the both the side of the box and then the side of the bed!
The creepiest experience was when a friend was spending the night, and we were getting ready for bed, and my cat (who is the most docile, sweet, and gentle cat I've ever known), was curled up on my lap purring loudly. My friend switched off the light and he continued to purr warmly, but not ten seconds later he drastically changed on the turn of a dime. His body suddenly stiffened, all his fur rose up completely on end, he dug his claws deep into my thigh (enough to draw blood!), and started to growl loudly. The growls quickly escalated into horrible piercing noises, like shrieks, at the top of his lungs that I have NEVER heard any cat make. The whole time his entire body was rigid and tense also. Even aside from that, there was a general off feeling in the room, and my friend quickly rushed up to turn the light back on. Almost immediately the claws pulled out from my skin, and he relaxed and settled down, but still seemed unsettled. That only happened once in his whole life, but it remains extremely disconcerting to me, to this day.[...]
Then last year, one of the strangest things yet happened to me. I was home from London on break, and though nothing of note had happened for years, that changed. I was alone because my parents were at work, but out of habit I locked the bathroom door anyway when I went to take a shower. Nothing was noticeably amiss in there; everything seemed in order. I laid my clothes down on the floor and stepped straight into the bathtub where I took a really long shower. After a long time I opened the curtain back up and I immediately and strongly felt like someone had been in there unnoticed while I was showering, but I checked the lock (which is an old-fashioned latch on the inside) and it was still fastened. I grabbed a towel, stepped out, then noticed something really strange.
The bottle of baby powder (which we never use, it's typically on the bottom shelf in a basket) was not only out but lying open right in the very middle of the bathroom floor, with its contents scattered everywhere in the entrance area. Footsteps led through it and onto the dark yellow bathmat, stopping short of the tub. At first I though, "That's strange, I REALLY don't remember it being there but I guess I must have walked through it to get here." I was almost positive that it hadn't been there since it was so clearly right in the middle of where I would have walked, and such an obvious mess, but it was the only thing I could think of as an explanation. But then I noticed that one of the footsteps was half on the mat, half on my jeans, and that there was another obvious footprint on my jeans after that. Then I thought (though even more skeptically), that I must have stepped ON my jeans somehow before getting in, even though I was convinced that I had stepped straight out of them and gotten directly in. Still, it was the only explanation I could think of. However, when I looked more closely at the prints, I couldn't convince myself of anything; they were significantly smaller than mine, almost like a child's.
After that day and in retrospect everything that has happened almost seems like something a child would do; they're all fairly playful or something your younger sibling would do.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
lisam1120
()
Date: September 16, 2013 09:01PM
I live in Centreville, and apparently our house along with several others was built on what use to be a large stretch of land that belonged to a farmer. A few months after we moved in and got to know all of our neighbors, we were told that in the wooded area directly behind our house is the now unmarked gravesite to two little girls. So I was curious and had one of the neighbors show me where this was. I was a bit taken back at how close this area was to my backyard fence, Approx 40 feet. Sure enough, surrounding several large & very old tree's, was a makeshift fence that the farmer had used to encircle where he had buried his two daughters next to these tree's. What was creepy about the whole thing was, he had used burnt pieces of wood that was left over from the house fire that killed his two little girls to make this fence. There were two headstones that either he made or had them made for him, but a couple of years prior to us buying the house, vandals made they're way back there and had smashed the headstones, leaving approx. 50% of the burnt fence left standing. Over the years our family has really cleaned up the area, removing all of the dead branches and brush and getting rid of any trash and debris around the burial site. During the spring and summer now, it really looks nice with lots of new growth around this circular area that the girls are in and not as dreary and dark like it use to look. I felt it was very disrespectful the way it looked, all overgrown with weeds and ivy and rotting logs and branches that covered the ground, not allowing any sunlight in to get any green growth or wild flowers, so I felt the need to clean it up and make it as nice as possible. Nobody comes to visit these two little girls, they are just tucked back into a wooded area and forgotten, so I felt the least I could do, is give them a bright and clean resting place. We have a pool in our backyard and I always use to say to our kids and neighbors, that if they ever hear two little girls laughing and splashing around during the early morning hours, not to worry, its probably just the little girls having some fun. I can happily say that, in the 10 years we have lived here, that we have NOT experienced any hauntings..... yet.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Local Historian
()
Date: September 17, 2013 06:55PM
lisam1120 Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> I live in Centreville, and apparently our house
> along with several others was built on what use to
> be a large stretch of land that belonged to a
> farmer. A few months after we moved in and got to
> know all of our neighbors, we were told that in
> the wooded area directly behind our house is the
> now unmarked gravesite to two little girls. So I
> was curious and had one of the neighbors show me
> where this was. I was a bit taken back at how
> close this area was to my backyard fence, Approx
> 40 feet. Sure enough, surrounding several large &
> very old tree's, was a makeshift fence that the
> farmer had used to encircle where he had buried
> his two daughters next to these tree's. What was
> creepy about the whole thing was, he had used
> burnt pieces of wood that was left over from the
> house fire that killed his two little girls to
> make this fence. There were two headstones that
> either he made or had them made for him, but a
> couple of years prior to us buying the house,
> vandals made they're way back there and had
> smashed the headstones, leaving approx. 50% of the
> burnt fence left standing. Over the years our
> family has really cleaned up the area, removing
> all of the dead branches and brush and getting rid
> of any trash and debris around the burial site.
> During the spring and summer now, it really looks
> nice with lots of new growth around this circular
> area that the girls are in and not as dreary and
> dark like it use to look. I felt it was very
> disrespectful the way it looked, all overgrown
> with weeds and ivy and rotting logs and branches
> that covered the ground, not allowing any sunlight
> in to get any green growth or wild flowers, so I
> felt the need to clean it up and make it as nice
> as possible. Nobody comes to visit these two
> little girls, they are just tucked back into a
> wooded area and forgotten, so I felt the least I
> could do, is give them a bright and clean resting
> place. We have a pool in our backyard and I
> always use to say to our kids and neighbors, that
> if they ever hear two little girls laughing and
> splashing around during the early morning hours,
> not to worry, its probably just the little girls
> having some fun. I can happily say that, in the
> 10 years we have lived here, that we have NOT
> experienced any hauntings..... yet.
By any chance do you know the name of the family? And the little girls?
-------------------------------------------------------
> I live in Centreville, and apparently our house
> along with several others was built on what use to
> be a large stretch of land that belonged to a
> farmer. A few months after we moved in and got to
> know all of our neighbors, we were told that in
> the wooded area directly behind our house is the
> now unmarked gravesite to two little girls. So I
> was curious and had one of the neighbors show me
> where this was. I was a bit taken back at how
> close this area was to my backyard fence, Approx
> 40 feet. Sure enough, surrounding several large &
> very old tree's, was a makeshift fence that the
> farmer had used to encircle where he had buried
> his two daughters next to these tree's. What was
> creepy about the whole thing was, he had used
> burnt pieces of wood that was left over from the
> house fire that killed his two little girls to
> make this fence. There were two headstones that
> either he made or had them made for him, but a
> couple of years prior to us buying the house,
> vandals made they're way back there and had
> smashed the headstones, leaving approx. 50% of the
> burnt fence left standing. Over the years our
> family has really cleaned up the area, removing
> all of the dead branches and brush and getting rid
> of any trash and debris around the burial site.
> During the spring and summer now, it really looks
> nice with lots of new growth around this circular
> area that the girls are in and not as dreary and
> dark like it use to look. I felt it was very
> disrespectful the way it looked, all overgrown
> with weeds and ivy and rotting logs and branches
> that covered the ground, not allowing any sunlight
> in to get any green growth or wild flowers, so I
> felt the need to clean it up and make it as nice
> as possible. Nobody comes to visit these two
> little girls, they are just tucked back into a
> wooded area and forgotten, so I felt the least I
> could do, is give them a bright and clean resting
> place. We have a pool in our backyard and I
> always use to say to our kids and neighbors, that
> if they ever hear two little girls laughing and
> splashing around during the early morning hours,
> not to worry, its probably just the little girls
> having some fun. I can happily say that, in the
> 10 years we have lived here, that we have NOT
> experienced any hauntings..... yet.
By any chance do you know the name of the family? And the little girls?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
lisam1120
()
Date: September 18, 2013 12:27AM
Local historian....
I don't know anything about them, but have wanted to learn more about what happened since I found out about them. Some of my neighbors say that its just the two little girls buried back there, but another neighbor who has lived here since these houses were built tells me that its not just the two daughters, but its also the mother as well who supposedly also died in the fire. I would love to be able to find out who they are, so that a proper headstone can be placed with them. It saddens me that there is nothing to identify the young girls and possibly the mother. I didn't know this family but they still deserve to be acknowledged. Does anyone know, how I could go about finding out who this family was?
I don't know anything about them, but have wanted to learn more about what happened since I found out about them. Some of my neighbors say that its just the two little girls buried back there, but another neighbor who has lived here since these houses were built tells me that its not just the two daughters, but its also the mother as well who supposedly also died in the fire. I would love to be able to find out who they are, so that a proper headstone can be placed with them. It saddens me that there is nothing to identify the young girls and possibly the mother. I didn't know this family but they still deserve to be acknowledged. Does anyone know, how I could go about finding out who this family was?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Local Historian
()
Date: September 18, 2013 04:48AM
lisam1120 Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Local historian....
> I don't know anything about them, but have wanted
> to learn more about what happened since I found
> out about them. Some of my neighbors say that its
> just the two little girls buried back there, but
> another neighbor who has lived here since these
> houses were built tells me that its not just the
> two daughters, but its also the mother as well who
> supposedly also died in the fire. I would love
> to be able to find out who they are, so that a
> proper headstone can be placed with them. It
> saddens me that there is nothing to identify the
> young girls and possibly the mother. I didn't
> know this family but they still deserve to be
> acknowledged. Does anyone know, how I could go
> about finding out who this family was?
You could check with the county to find out who owned that lot of property, they keep records on such things. Once you get the name, our boy Chuck Hoffman here on FFU, will probably have information on the family.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Local historian....
> I don't know anything about them, but have wanted
> to learn more about what happened since I found
> out about them. Some of my neighbors say that its
> just the two little girls buried back there, but
> another neighbor who has lived here since these
> houses were built tells me that its not just the
> two daughters, but its also the mother as well who
> supposedly also died in the fire. I would love
> to be able to find out who they are, so that a
> proper headstone can be placed with them. It
> saddens me that there is nothing to identify the
> young girls and possibly the mother. I didn't
> know this family but they still deserve to be
> acknowledged. Does anyone know, how I could go
> about finding out who this family was?
You could check with the county to find out who owned that lot of property, they keep records on such things. Once you get the name, our boy Chuck Hoffman here on FFU, will probably have information on the family.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
lisam1120
()
Date: September 18, 2013 12:39PM
local historian.....
Ok, I will see what I can find out through the county records and get back with the information that I find. Thank you
Ok, I will see what I can find out through the county records and get back with the information that I find. Thank you
Posted by:
chuckhoffmann
()
Date: September 21, 2013 07:49PM
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 10/31/2013 10:13PM by chuckhoffmann.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 10/31/2013 10:13PM by chuckhoffmann.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Local Historian
()
Date: September 22, 2013 11:12AM
Thanks Chuck!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
lisam1120
()
Date: September 22, 2013 02:41PM
Thank you Chuck, this is very interesting. I don't see my street or the cross street where it should be. The main street that the unmarked grave sits off of in the woods is Poplar Tree. The road starts as Westfields Blvd, turns into Poplar Tree for a short distance and then turns into Stone Rd. Its a wooded area that the County owns and takes care of, however the area that the gravesite sits, nobody ever goes back there to maintain it as its just a wooded area. Its very close to our back fence though, so we have kept the area as clear as possible of dead branches and debris. I'm not sure if this additional information may help. Is it possible that the farmer didn't report that this is where he buried his family? I'm not sure how things worked back then as far as people being buried on personal property.
I found it very fascinating with the locations you provided, as it sounds like many of them are in peoples backyards or under the house they live in. They sound like a regular home address that you are giving. Do some of these locations have headstones? Its just so bizarre to me, that they aren't in a real cemetery so to speak.
Thank you for your help I really appreciate it. I have attached a couple of pictures of the area, one of the gravesite and one of how close it sits to Poplar Tree Rd. The first picture is where the girls are buried with the fencing surrounding them & the tree's, I tried to get a picture of how close the area was to Poplar Tree Rd which is the 2nd picture. I know they aren't that good, but the camera kept focusing in on the tree's making it hard to see the road. Sorry.
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I found it very fascinating with the locations you provided, as it sounds like many of them are in peoples backyards or under the house they live in. They sound like a regular home address that you are giving. Do some of these locations have headstones? Its just so bizarre to me, that they aren't in a real cemetery so to speak.
Thank you for your help I really appreciate it. I have attached a couple of pictures of the area, one of the gravesite and one of how close it sits to Poplar Tree Rd. The first picture is where the girls are buried with the fencing surrounding them & the tree's, I tried to get a picture of how close the area was to Poplar Tree Rd which is the 2nd picture. I know they aren't that good, but the camera kept focusing in on the tree's making it hard to see the road. Sorry.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Hmmmmmm
()
Date: September 23, 2013 05:01AM
Very creepy, sounds like the farmer buried them out there and never told the county.
Posted by:
chuckhoffmann
()
Date: September 23, 2013 07:11AM
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 10/31/2013 10:16PM by chuckhoffmann.
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 10/31/2013 10:16PM by chuckhoffmann.
Posted by:
chuckhoffmann
()
Date: September 23, 2013 07:45AM
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 10/31/2013 10:17PM by chuckhoffmann.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 10/31/2013 10:17PM by chuckhoffmann.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Hmmmmmm
()
Date: September 23, 2013 12:24PM
That is incredibly sad, but good research work Chuck.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
lisam1120
()
Date: September 23, 2013 07:03PM
Chuck.....
WOW.... I am so incredibly greatful for your help with this. You have managed to bring tears to my eyes today. For 10 years I have wanted to know who these little girls were that laid just feet from my backyard, to be able to have names, instead of always saying "two little girls" and to be able to know the real story about what happened to them, instead of rumors. A lot of people may not understand why this has touched me so much, but everyday I look out my window and see a broken down, makeshift fence that I knew surrounded two little girls, yet I knew nothing about them and what bothered me the most was, nobody ever came to see them, they are just forgotten in a wooded area, with lots of dead branches & debris. I thought about how the father of these children would feel, knowing that his two daughters burial site was never taken care of and that nobody would ever have known that they were buried there because any headstones that were there, no longer exsist.
My family and I have done all that we can to keep the area picked up and now more than ever I want to be able to give both "Daisy" and "Ella" something everyone should have, which is acknowledgment at they're resting place. I am going to try my hardest to find a way to provide a headstone for them. Maybe I can find a shop that would be willing to donate a headstone or even just a name plaque for them. I know that there is a store out in Manassass that makes funeral items. The anniversary of they're death is coming up and it would be wonderful to be able to give them acknowledgment.
Again, I cant thank you enough, you've put closure to 10 years of wondering and not knowing how to find out who they were. Thank you for giving them a name. :)
Lisa.
WOW.... I am so incredibly greatful for your help with this. You have managed to bring tears to my eyes today. For 10 years I have wanted to know who these little girls were that laid just feet from my backyard, to be able to have names, instead of always saying "two little girls" and to be able to know the real story about what happened to them, instead of rumors. A lot of people may not understand why this has touched me so much, but everyday I look out my window and see a broken down, makeshift fence that I knew surrounded two little girls, yet I knew nothing about them and what bothered me the most was, nobody ever came to see them, they are just forgotten in a wooded area, with lots of dead branches & debris. I thought about how the father of these children would feel, knowing that his two daughters burial site was never taken care of and that nobody would ever have known that they were buried there because any headstones that were there, no longer exsist.
My family and I have done all that we can to keep the area picked up and now more than ever I want to be able to give both "Daisy" and "Ella" something everyone should have, which is acknowledgment at they're resting place. I am going to try my hardest to find a way to provide a headstone for them. Maybe I can find a shop that would be willing to donate a headstone or even just a name plaque for them. I know that there is a store out in Manassass that makes funeral items. The anniversary of they're death is coming up and it would be wonderful to be able to give them acknowledgment.
Again, I cant thank you enough, you've put closure to 10 years of wondering and not knowing how to find out who they were. Thank you for giving them a name. :)
Lisa.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Broad Run high Ghosts
()
Date: October 21, 2013 08:09AM
I've had a few encounters at Broad Run high. The first one occurred sometime in 2012 in room 205. I was sitting in the back of the room reading a book. Then suddenly I felt this harsh cold air like someone was blowing air directly on my neck. I was sitting against the wall so obviously no one was sitting behind me. The source was coming directly out of the wall (no vents were on said wall). It occurred for about 30 seconds then stopped.
The next one occurred on the last day of the same school year. It happened in the bathroom of room 9. I knocked to use the bathroom when I hear this very faint ''someone's in here''. I turned around for 10 seconds, then got suspicious of how quiet it sounded. I opened the door no one was in there and the lights were off. It couldn't have been anyone else it the room playing tricks. I heard it directly on the other side of the door. The room is small so if someone was in there I would have seen them walk out.
The next one occurred on the last day of the same school year. It happened in the bathroom of room 9. I knocked to use the bathroom when I hear this very faint ''someone's in here''. I turned around for 10 seconds, then got suspicious of how quiet it sounded. I opened the door no one was in there and the lights were off. It couldn't have been anyone else it the room playing tricks. I heard it directly on the other side of the door. The room is small so if someone was in there I would have seen them walk out.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Nico
()
Date: October 21, 2013 08:21AM
Chad Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> GHOST IN GREAT FALLS Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I was staying at my boyfriends house for a
> couple
> > of weeks last summer and a lot of strange
> things
> > took place in the time I was
> > staying there. First 2 nights while I was
> sitting
> > outside with him and his sister we heard bells
> /
> > chimes at the house.
> >
> > The first time it was around the house but
> there
> > was a party at a house in the neighborhood so
> we
> > thought the sound was coming from
> > there. The second night we heard it the bells
> > started coming closer and closer to the house
> like
> > it was charging to us. That week a
> > kept waking up at 3:33 every night and would
> here
> > tapping all around me as well as his sister.
> Also
> > in his sisters room this door going
> > to the pipes in her closet kept falling off
> every
> > night when no one was in there.
> >
> > At the beginning of the week I couldn't find my
> > phone so I checked his entire room and suddenly
> > the phone dropped from the vent on the
> > ceiling and was freezing cold. After that I was
> we
> > heard all these creepy noises around the house
> > every night and the door in his sisters
> > closet kept falling.
> >
> > Finally on the last night before I left I went
> > shopping at Tyson's real late and I had a bunch
> of
> > things in the back of my car. I started
> > driving back to his house and heard this huge
> slam
> > on the back of my car. I looked on the road
> near
> > his house to see if I had hit anyone
> > or too see what the sound was but no one was
> > there. I called him to come out of the house
> > before I pulled in his driveway and told him
> what
> > I heard and as I went to show him where I heard
> > the sound there was a handprint on the inside
> of
> > my car at the same spot.
> >
> > That night I was very scared of what happened
> so
> > we all slept in his sisters room. That night
> > around 4 in the morning I woke up to see a
> > farmer with a bald head and red beard staring
> at
> > me smiling at the side of the bed.He seemed
> > friendly but he had a giant wound on his head
> > that was bleeding. His sister woke up because
> she
> > felt a presence too and as she woke up the man
> > disappeared. I told them what I saw and the
> > next day the door in her closet was placed
> > perfectly to the side and no one had been in
> there
> > since the last night when she put it back up.
>
>
> My friend and I were doing some work in an
> unoccupied house one day in Great Falls. We headed
> upstairs to the master bedroom
> to do some work in the bathroom. As we got within
> 3 or 4 feet of the bathroom door it slammed shut
> in our faces. We left right
> away to another level of the house. A few days
> later I was back at the house to finish working. I
> was standing in the kitchen
> waiting for my helper to arrive at the house. All
> the sudden a door that led to the basement that
> was wide open slammed shut
> right in front of me with extreme force it
> startled me to the point where I ran out of the
> house.
>
> There is something in that house that seemed angry
> with my presence. I've been back in the house
> since then and had no other
> experiences but I do believe on some level there
> is someone still there.
I was in Great Falls this weekend and I was crossing a bridge. I looked down and I saw a little girl in an old style dress with a red ribbon and looking at the ground. She was all alone and no one was in sight.
Everything look dead down there and I could not wrap around what I saw. Anybody know where this place is or seen the same thing. It was around the hours of 5-530.
-------------------------------------------------------
> GHOST IN GREAT FALLS Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I was staying at my boyfriends house for a
> couple
> > of weeks last summer and a lot of strange
> things
> > took place in the time I was
> > staying there. First 2 nights while I was
> sitting
> > outside with him and his sister we heard bells
> /
> > chimes at the house.
> >
> > The first time it was around the house but
> there
> > was a party at a house in the neighborhood so
> we
> > thought the sound was coming from
> > there. The second night we heard it the bells
> > started coming closer and closer to the house
> like
> > it was charging to us. That week a
> > kept waking up at 3:33 every night and would
> here
> > tapping all around me as well as his sister.
> Also
> > in his sisters room this door going
> > to the pipes in her closet kept falling off
> every
> > night when no one was in there.
> >
> > At the beginning of the week I couldn't find my
> > phone so I checked his entire room and suddenly
> > the phone dropped from the vent on the
> > ceiling and was freezing cold. After that I was
> we
> > heard all these creepy noises around the house
> > every night and the door in his sisters
> > closet kept falling.
> >
> > Finally on the last night before I left I went
> > shopping at Tyson's real late and I had a bunch
> of
> > things in the back of my car. I started
> > driving back to his house and heard this huge
> slam
> > on the back of my car. I looked on the road
> near
> > his house to see if I had hit anyone
> > or too see what the sound was but no one was
> > there. I called him to come out of the house
> > before I pulled in his driveway and told him
> what
> > I heard and as I went to show him where I heard
> > the sound there was a handprint on the inside
> of
> > my car at the same spot.
> >
> > That night I was very scared of what happened
> so
> > we all slept in his sisters room. That night
> > around 4 in the morning I woke up to see a
> > farmer with a bald head and red beard staring
> at
> > me smiling at the side of the bed.He seemed
> > friendly but he had a giant wound on his head
> > that was bleeding. His sister woke up because
> she
> > felt a presence too and as she woke up the man
> > disappeared. I told them what I saw and the
> > next day the door in her closet was placed
> > perfectly to the side and no one had been in
> there
> > since the last night when she put it back up.
>
>
> My friend and I were doing some work in an
> unoccupied house one day in Great Falls. We headed
> upstairs to the master bedroom
> to do some work in the bathroom. As we got within
> 3 or 4 feet of the bathroom door it slammed shut
> in our faces. We left right
> away to another level of the house. A few days
> later I was back at the house to finish working. I
> was standing in the kitchen
> waiting for my helper to arrive at the house. All
> the sudden a door that led to the basement that
> was wide open slammed shut
> right in front of me with extreme force it
> startled me to the point where I ran out of the
> house.
>
> There is something in that house that seemed angry
> with my presence. I've been back in the house
> since then and had no other
> experiences but I do believe on some level there
> is someone still there.
I was in Great Falls this weekend and I was crossing a bridge. I looked down and I saw a little girl in an old style dress with a red ribbon and looking at the ground. She was all alone and no one was in sight.
Everything look dead down there and I could not wrap around what I saw. Anybody know where this place is or seen the same thing. It was around the hours of 5-530.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Need HELP from CHUCK HOFFMAN!
()
Date: October 21, 2013 10:39AM
Nico Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Chad Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > GHOST IN GREAT FALLS Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > I was staying at my boyfriends house for a
> > couple
> > > of weeks last summer and a lot of strange
> > things
> > > took place in the time I was
> > > staying there. First 2 nights while I was
> > sitting
> > > outside with him and his sister we heard
> bells
> > /
> > > chimes at the house.
> > >
> > > The first time it was around the house but
> > there
> > > was a party at a house in the neighborhood so
> > we
> > > thought the sound was coming from
> > > there. The second night we heard it the bells
> > > started coming closer and closer to the house
> > like
> > > it was charging to us. That week a
> > > kept waking up at 3:33 every night and would
> > here
> > > tapping all around me as well as his sister.
> > Also
> > > in his sisters room this door going
> > > to the pipes in her closet kept falling off
> > every
> > > night when no one was in there.
> > >
> > > At the beginning of the week I couldn't find
> my
> > > phone so I checked his entire room and
> suddenly
> > > the phone dropped from the vent on the
> > > ceiling and was freezing cold. After that I
> was
> > we
> > > heard all these creepy noises around the
> house
> > > every night and the door in his sisters
> > > closet kept falling.
> > >
> > > Finally on the last night before I left I
> went
> > > shopping at Tyson's real late and I had a
> bunch
> > of
> > > things in the back of my car. I started
> > > driving back to his house and heard this huge
> > slam
> > > on the back of my car. I looked on the road
> > near
> > > his house to see if I had hit anyone
> > > or too see what the sound was but no one was
> > > there. I called him to come out of the house
> > > before I pulled in his driveway and told him
> > what
> > > I heard and as I went to show him where I
> heard
> > > the sound there was a handprint on the inside
> > of
> > > my car at the same spot.
> > >
> > > That night I was very scared of what happened
> > so
> > > we all slept in his sisters room. That night
> > > around 4 in the morning I woke up to see a
> > > farmer with a bald head and red beard staring
> > at
> > > me smiling at the side of the bed.He seemed
> > > friendly but he had a giant wound on his head
> > > that was bleeding. His sister woke up because
> > she
> > > felt a presence too and as she woke up the
> man
> > > disappeared. I told them what I saw and the
> > > next day the door in her closet was placed
> > > perfectly to the side and no one had been in
> > there
> > > since the last night when she put it back up.
> >
> >
> > My friend and I were doing some work in an
> > unoccupied house one day in Great Falls. We
> headed
> > upstairs to the master bedroom
> > to do some work in the bathroom. As we got
> within
> > 3 or 4 feet of the bathroom door it slammed
> shut
> > in our faces. We left right
> > away to another level of the house. A few days
> > later I was back at the house to finish working.
> I
> > was standing in the kitchen
> > waiting for my helper to arrive at the house.
> All
> > the sudden a door that led to the basement that
> > was wide open slammed shut
> > right in front of me with extreme force it
> > startled me to the point where I ran out of the
> > house.
> >
> > There is something in that house that seemed
> angry
> > with my presence. I've been back in the house
> > since then and had no other
> > experiences but I do believe on some level
> there
> > is someone still there.
>
>
> I was in Great Falls this weekend and I was
> crossing a bridge. I looked down and I saw a
> little girl in an old style dress with a red
> ribbon and looking at the ground. She was all
> alone and no one was in sight.
>
> Everything look dead down there and I could not
> wrap around what I saw. Anybody know where this
> place is or seen the same thing. It was around the
> hours of 5-530.
Chuck Hoffman has all sorts of information on the area, perhaps he can find a connection between the girl and that area. Chuck?
-------------------------------------------------------
> Chad Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > GHOST IN GREAT FALLS Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > I was staying at my boyfriends house for a
> > couple
> > > of weeks last summer and a lot of strange
> > things
> > > took place in the time I was
> > > staying there. First 2 nights while I was
> > sitting
> > > outside with him and his sister we heard
> bells
> > /
> > > chimes at the house.
> > >
> > > The first time it was around the house but
> > there
> > > was a party at a house in the neighborhood so
> > we
> > > thought the sound was coming from
> > > there. The second night we heard it the bells
> > > started coming closer and closer to the house
> > like
> > > it was charging to us. That week a
> > > kept waking up at 3:33 every night and would
> > here
> > > tapping all around me as well as his sister.
> > Also
> > > in his sisters room this door going
> > > to the pipes in her closet kept falling off
> > every
> > > night when no one was in there.
> > >
> > > At the beginning of the week I couldn't find
> my
> > > phone so I checked his entire room and
> suddenly
> > > the phone dropped from the vent on the
> > > ceiling and was freezing cold. After that I
> was
> > we
> > > heard all these creepy noises around the
> house
> > > every night and the door in his sisters
> > > closet kept falling.
> > >
> > > Finally on the last night before I left I
> went
> > > shopping at Tyson's real late and I had a
> bunch
> > of
> > > things in the back of my car. I started
> > > driving back to his house and heard this huge
> > slam
> > > on the back of my car. I looked on the road
> > near
> > > his house to see if I had hit anyone
> > > or too see what the sound was but no one was
> > > there. I called him to come out of the house
> > > before I pulled in his driveway and told him
> > what
> > > I heard and as I went to show him where I
> heard
> > > the sound there was a handprint on the inside
> > of
> > > my car at the same spot.
> > >
> > > That night I was very scared of what happened
> > so
> > > we all slept in his sisters room. That night
> > > around 4 in the morning I woke up to see a
> > > farmer with a bald head and red beard staring
> > at
> > > me smiling at the side of the bed.He seemed
> > > friendly but he had a giant wound on his head
> > > that was bleeding. His sister woke up because
> > she
> > > felt a presence too and as she woke up the
> man
> > > disappeared. I told them what I saw and the
> > > next day the door in her closet was placed
> > > perfectly to the side and no one had been in
> > there
> > > since the last night when she put it back up.
> >
> >
> > My friend and I were doing some work in an
> > unoccupied house one day in Great Falls. We
> headed
> > upstairs to the master bedroom
> > to do some work in the bathroom. As we got
> within
> > 3 or 4 feet of the bathroom door it slammed
> shut
> > in our faces. We left right
> > away to another level of the house. A few days
> > later I was back at the house to finish working.
> I
> > was standing in the kitchen
> > waiting for my helper to arrive at the house.
> All
> > the sudden a door that led to the basement that
> > was wide open slammed shut
> > right in front of me with extreme force it
> > startled me to the point where I ran out of the
> > house.
> >
> > There is something in that house that seemed
> angry
> > with my presence. I've been back in the house
> > since then and had no other
> > experiences but I do believe on some level
> there
> > is someone still there.
>
>
> I was in Great Falls this weekend and I was
> crossing a bridge. I looked down and I saw a
> little girl in an old style dress with a red
> ribbon and looking at the ground. She was all
> alone and no one was in sight.
>
> Everything look dead down there and I could not
> wrap around what I saw. Anybody know where this
> place is or seen the same thing. It was around the
> hours of 5-530.
Chuck Hoffman has all sorts of information on the area, perhaps he can find a connection between the girl and that area. Chuck?
Posted by:
chuckhoffmann
()
Date: October 21, 2013 11:00AM
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 11/22/2013 04:46PM by chuckhoffmann.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 11/22/2013 04:46PM by chuckhoffmann.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Hmmmm....
()
Date: October 21, 2013 11:13AM
chuckhoffmann Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Need HELP from CHUCK HOFFMAN! Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Nico Wrote:
> > >
> > >
> > > I was in Great Falls this weekend and I was
> > > crossing a bridge. I looked down and I saw a
> > > little girl in an old style dress with a red
> > > ribbon and looking at the ground. She was all
> > > alone and no one was in sight.
> > >
> > > Everything look dead down there and I could
> not
> > > wrap around what I saw. Anybody know where
> this
> > > place is or seen the same thing. It was
> around
> > the
> > > hours of 5-530.
> >
> > Chuck Hoffman has all sorts of information on
> the
> > area, perhaps he can find a connection between
> the
> > girl and that area. Chuck?
>
> I have no immediate knowledge, and there's not
> really enough information to do research and
> possibly tie this event to a specific person or
> circumstance.
How about any missing or deceased (accidents) children from say the 19th or early 20th Century in that area?
-------------------------------------------------------
> Need HELP from CHUCK HOFFMAN! Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Nico Wrote:
> > >
> > >
> > > I was in Great Falls this weekend and I was
> > > crossing a bridge. I looked down and I saw a
> > > little girl in an old style dress with a red
> > > ribbon and looking at the ground. She was all
> > > alone and no one was in sight.
> > >
> > > Everything look dead down there and I could
> not
> > > wrap around what I saw. Anybody know where
> this
> > > place is or seen the same thing. It was
> around
> > the
> > > hours of 5-530.
> >
> > Chuck Hoffman has all sorts of information on
> the
> > area, perhaps he can find a connection between
> the
> > girl and that area. Chuck?
>
> I have no immediate knowledge, and there's not
> really enough information to do research and
> possibly tie this event to a specific person or
> circumstance.
How about any missing or deceased (accidents) children from say the 19th or early 20th Century in that area?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
GHOST GIRL HAUNTS DIFFICULT RUN?
()
Date: October 21, 2013 12:29PM
I saw a post from "ThePackLeader" about a girl that haunts Difficult Run. That is in Great Falls Park I believe.
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/354056.html
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/354056.html
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
reston_gurl
()
Date: October 22, 2013 07:59AM
Just about 2 weeks ago, after recently moving into my moms house after a lay off, I had been in my room watching TV for the evening with my dog Frankie. I became tired so I switched off the lights and TV and rolled over onto my right side. About 5 minutes later I heard Frankie becoming agitated, very low growling and huffing, I roll over to turn on the lights to see what is going on, and that's when I saw it. What I thought was a man standing at the foot of my bed, I didn't see a face just a shadow of what appeared to be a man. So I screamed "oh my god, oh my god!" because I thought it was a rapist or something, so I threw my blanket at the "man" to confuse him so I could run out. Well the blanket went right through it and that's when I panicked and jumped up and switched on the lights. Frankie had his head down and his tail between his legs, I personally couldn't stop shaking, nor can I now sleep with the lights off.
Has anyone ever had these experiences with you before? What does it mean?
Has anyone ever had these experiences with you before? What does it mean?
Posted by:
chuckhoffmann
()
Date: October 22, 2013 09:22AM
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 11/22/2013 04:50PM by chuckhoffmann.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 11/22/2013 04:50PM by chuckhoffmann.
Posted by:
chuckhoffmann
()
Date: October 22, 2013 09:37AM
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 03/14/2014 04:09PM by chuckhoffmann.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 03/14/2014 04:09PM by chuckhoffmann.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Hmmmm....
()
Date: October 22, 2013 11:08AM
chuckhoffmann Wrote:
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> Hmmmm.... Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > chuckhoffmann Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > I have no immediate knowledge, and there's
> not
> > > really enough information to do research and
> > > possibly tie this event to a specific person
> or
> > > circumstance.
> >
> > How about any missing or deceased (accidents)
> > children from say the 19th or early 20th
> Century
> > in that area?
>
> I could do this, but it's going to be a lot of
> research and news reports of that time are often
> frustrating because they refer to locations that
> were clear to readers of the time, but have long
> since changed or become obsolete.
>
> Also, a ghost story just isn't as much fun when
> you read the unembellished facts of the story; it
> often becomes tragic and depressing rather than
> spooky and mysterious.
>
> This is probably why you never hear stories about
> things like the ghost of Patty Moore, who
> disappeared on July 15, 1970 from near her home in
> Clifton and whose partially disarticulated
> skeleton was discovered three months later in
> Woodbridge.
>
> The reality of a young child who went out to play
> and was kidnapped, likely raped or otherwise
> sexually abused, then strangled to death doesn't
> give you an oogie thrill of mystery, it makes you
> sad and angry because the evil fucker who did it
> got away with it.
Yes, I see your point. Do you at least have any information on the ghost of the girl that is said to haunt Difficult Run or Great Falls? Anything like that on file?
-------------------------------------------------------
> Hmmmm.... Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > chuckhoffmann Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > I have no immediate knowledge, and there's
> not
> > > really enough information to do research and
> > > possibly tie this event to a specific person
> or
> > > circumstance.
> >
> > How about any missing or deceased (accidents)
> > children from say the 19th or early 20th
> Century
> > in that area?
>
> I could do this, but it's going to be a lot of
> research and news reports of that time are often
> frustrating because they refer to locations that
> were clear to readers of the time, but have long
> since changed or become obsolete.
>
> Also, a ghost story just isn't as much fun when
> you read the unembellished facts of the story; it
> often becomes tragic and depressing rather than
> spooky and mysterious.
>
> This is probably why you never hear stories about
> things like the ghost of Patty Moore, who
> disappeared on July 15, 1970 from near her home in
> Clifton and whose partially disarticulated
> skeleton was discovered three months later in
> Woodbridge.
>
> The reality of a young child who went out to play
> and was kidnapped, likely raped or otherwise
> sexually abused, then strangled to death doesn't
> give you an oogie thrill of mystery, it makes you
> sad and angry because the evil fucker who did it
> got away with it.
Yes, I see your point. Do you at least have any information on the ghost of the girl that is said to haunt Difficult Run or Great Falls? Anything like that on file?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
very popular site
()
Date: October 22, 2013 11:26AM
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
jh
()
Date: October 22, 2013 12:26PM
I grow up in Springfield and the neighbor across the street from me had an inground pool installed when the house was built in the mid 60's. They uncovered a grave site when they dug the pool and I was told many years later that the house was haunted by a little girl. It was never spoke about when I lived there, I only heard about it later in life, no one in the house would acknowledge there was something going on in the house. I always wanted to go back and ask the current occupants if they ever had any experiences
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Hmmmm....
()
Date: October 22, 2013 12:30PM
jh Wrote:
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> I grow up in Springfield and the neighbor across
> the street from me had an inground pool installed
> when the house was built in the mid 60's. They
> uncovered a grave site when they dug the pool and
> I was told many years later that the house was
> haunted by a little girl. It was never spoke about
> when I lived there, I only heard about it later in
> life, no one in the house would acknowledge there
> was something going on in the house. I always
> wanted to go back and ask the current occupants if
> they ever had any experiences
What sort of things would happen there?
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> I grow up in Springfield and the neighbor across
> the street from me had an inground pool installed
> when the house was built in the mid 60's. They
> uncovered a grave site when they dug the pool and
> I was told many years later that the house was
> haunted by a little girl. It was never spoke about
> when I lived there, I only heard about it later in
> life, no one in the house would acknowledge there
> was something going on in the house. I always
> wanted to go back and ask the current occupants if
> they ever had any experiences
What sort of things would happen there?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Old MCI Bldg on Old Gallows Rd
()
Date: October 22, 2013 01:36PM
I used to work at MCI off Gallows road next to the 7-11 (see picture below). The building became haunted after a homeless guy was found dead either in one of the dumpsters behind our building (stories vary it might have been the dumpster behind 7-11 or the pet store/Mattress store. This was before we moved out to Ashburn, so I'm guessing it was about 2006. There had never been any issues in the building that we had none about, and we had been there for about 4 years. At this particular time, MCI had been on several floors of the building and had just begun transitioning people out to Ashburn. Some co-workers and I were outside talking, when one of them mentioned the "Turets guy" had died behind the building either in or around the dumpster. This was a skinny old white guy that would hang around outside 7-11 and try to bum cigarettes off of people. He had been around there for at least a few years prior to this.
Anyway, the 6th floor of the building was now empty and it was the best place to go to eat lunch or take a relaxing crap in the bathroom there. I went down there one day, and was taking a crap when suddenly a black shadowy figure walked by my stall door from the wall towards the door to the restroom, and punched the door. I quickly opened the door, and no one was there. It freaked me out all day and I went back up the 7th floor, and asked if my co-workers had ever had something like that happen. None did.
After that, I steered clear of the 6th floor for a few weeks, but went back down there to eat lunch. I was friends with the cleaning supervisor in that building and I had asked him about the 6th floor. Even though no one was on the 6th floor anymore, they had continued to clean the bathrooms each night during the week (because the MCI employees still used it). The cleaners had stopped doing it, because they had begun to have problems with hearing and seeing things on that floor. Not long after this many people that used to hang out on that floor stopped and MCI management sent out an email telling us not to go there anymore.
The Cleaning supervisor told me a few more stories of the problems they had. Lights coming on and going off, strange noises of a man in the men's restroom, strange sounds of things being "punched" (doors, walls, and the cleaning lady's cart thing for cleaning bathrooms).
Eventually it the cleaning supervisor brought in someone who performed some ceremony in the 6th floor men's room to drive off the "evil spirit". Supposedly after that, she had told the cleaning supervisor that it was a the spirit of a man that had become "trapped" in the building. I had always thought it was that homeless guy, because no one else that we knew of had died in or near the building other than him.
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Anyway, the 6th floor of the building was now empty and it was the best place to go to eat lunch or take a relaxing crap in the bathroom there. I went down there one day, and was taking a crap when suddenly a black shadowy figure walked by my stall door from the wall towards the door to the restroom, and punched the door. I quickly opened the door, and no one was there. It freaked me out all day and I went back up the 7th floor, and asked if my co-workers had ever had something like that happen. None did.
After that, I steered clear of the 6th floor for a few weeks, but went back down there to eat lunch. I was friends with the cleaning supervisor in that building and I had asked him about the 6th floor. Even though no one was on the 6th floor anymore, they had continued to clean the bathrooms each night during the week (because the MCI employees still used it). The cleaners had stopped doing it, because they had begun to have problems with hearing and seeing things on that floor. Not long after this many people that used to hang out on that floor stopped and MCI management sent out an email telling us not to go there anymore.
The Cleaning supervisor told me a few more stories of the problems they had. Lights coming on and going off, strange noises of a man in the men's restroom, strange sounds of things being "punched" (doors, walls, and the cleaning lady's cart thing for cleaning bathrooms).
Eventually it the cleaning supervisor brought in someone who performed some ceremony in the 6th floor men's room to drive off the "evil spirit". Supposedly after that, she had told the cleaning supervisor that it was a the spirit of a man that had become "trapped" in the building. I had always thought it was that homeless guy, because no one else that we knew of had died in or near the building other than him.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
jh
()
Date: October 22, 2013 04:50PM
Lots of sightings of a little girl. Sometime floating above the pool, at the tops of the stairs. One women that was friends with the family told me many years later about answering the door one night and a little girl was at the front door. She turned around to tell the family that lived there that there was a little girl at the front door then looked back and she was gone.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Hmmmm....
()
Date: October 23, 2013 06:53AM
jh Wrote:
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> Lots of sightings of a little girl. Sometime
> floating above the pool, at the tops of the
> stairs. One women that was friends with the family
> told me many years later about answering the door
> one night and a little girl was at the front door.
> She turned around to tell the family that lived
> there that there was a little girl at the front
> door then looked back and she was gone.
That's pretty creepy. Is this by any chance near Hidden Pond Park?
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> Lots of sightings of a little girl. Sometime
> floating above the pool, at the tops of the
> stairs. One women that was friends with the family
> told me many years later about answering the door
> one night and a little girl was at the front door.
> She turned around to tell the family that lived
> there that there was a little girl at the front
> door then looked back and she was gone.
That's pretty creepy. Is this by any chance near Hidden Pond Park?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Windover
()
Date: October 23, 2013 09:19AM
Andrea Wrote:
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> I'm also really into the paranormal, so anyone's
> stories would be awesome to hear. I live in Vienna
> and was wondering if there are any hauntings
> around here? I can only imagine that maybe the
> Freeman Store or that caboose ((sp?)) has some
> sort of something going on!
>
> But anyways, any detailed stories would be awesome
> to hear. Also locations! ((No bunnyman bridge
> thanks...everyone knows that one and knows that
> the Clifton kids will go fuck with you there))
>
> lol the thing from ghostsofamerica.com ... I read
> something on there a long time ago saying a
> "headless" woman has been seen drinking gasoline
> out of pumps or whatever, but it just seems like
> people would send the most ridiculous thing they
> could think of and then see if it got posted, and
> it did.
We have a ghost who comes and goes over the past 15 years. Recently heard a crash at the front door - like a brick was thrown or something. It was 7 p.m. and my wife and I just look at each other. Then I opened the front door and.....NOTHING!. Shit happens off and on. 10 years ago a young black male child about 10 years old would move run around the house around 3 a.m, laughing. I did not see him so much as I felt his presence. Then we had a house fire that could not be explained - torching the entire upper level on Sept. 12 when we were not home. Then we remodeled, added on and things quieted down until recently.
Our house sits on land that was part of the Windover Plantation prior to the end of the Civil War. The plantation house on elm was razed a couple years ago and a McMansion was put in it's place. Our house, however is 53 years old, and located in the plantation's orchard. Weird shit happens and things go missing all the time. There is a book out there on Virginia Ghosts that addresses Windover.
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> I'm also really into the paranormal, so anyone's
> stories would be awesome to hear. I live in Vienna
> and was wondering if there are any hauntings
> around here? I can only imagine that maybe the
> Freeman Store or that caboose ((sp?)) has some
> sort of something going on!
>
> But anyways, any detailed stories would be awesome
> to hear. Also locations! ((No bunnyman bridge
> thanks...everyone knows that one and knows that
> the Clifton kids will go fuck with you there))
>
> lol the thing from ghostsofamerica.com ... I read
> something on there a long time ago saying a
> "headless" woman has been seen drinking gasoline
> out of pumps or whatever, but it just seems like
> people would send the most ridiculous thing they
> could think of and then see if it got posted, and
> it did.
We have a ghost who comes and goes over the past 15 years. Recently heard a crash at the front door - like a brick was thrown or something. It was 7 p.m. and my wife and I just look at each other. Then I opened the front door and.....NOTHING!. Shit happens off and on. 10 years ago a young black male child about 10 years old would move run around the house around 3 a.m, laughing. I did not see him so much as I felt his presence. Then we had a house fire that could not be explained - torching the entire upper level on Sept. 12 when we were not home. Then we remodeled, added on and things quieted down until recently.
Our house sits on land that was part of the Windover Plantation prior to the end of the Civil War. The plantation house on elm was razed a couple years ago and a McMansion was put in it's place. Our house, however is 53 years old, and located in the plantation's orchard. Weird shit happens and things go missing all the time. There is a book out there on Virginia Ghosts that addresses Windover.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Windover
()
Date: October 23, 2013 09:21AM
Forgot to point out that Windover is in NW Vienna
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Linda
()
Date: October 23, 2013 11:49AM
Where specifically in Great Falls?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Nico
()
Date: October 23, 2013 12:33PM
Linda Wrote:
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> Where specifically in Great Falls?
on a small bridge crossing a crek near the park
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> Where specifically in Great Falls?
on a small bridge crossing a crek near the park
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Question?
()
Date: October 23, 2013 12:37PM
Windover Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Andrea Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I'm also really into the paranormal, so
> anyone's
> > stories would be awesome to hear. I live in
> Vienna
> > and was wondering if there are any hauntings
> > around here? I can only imagine that maybe the
> > Freeman Store or that caboose ((sp?)) has some
> > sort of something going on!
> >
> > But anyways, any detailed stories would be
> awesome
> > to hear. Also locations! ((No bunnyman bridge
> > thanks...everyone knows that one and knows that
> > the Clifton kids will go fuck with you there))
> >
> > lol the thing from ghostsofamerica.com ... I
> read
> > something on there a long time ago saying a
> > "headless" woman has been seen drinking
> gasoline
> > out of pumps or whatever, but it just seems
> like
> > people would send the most ridiculous thing
> they
> > could think of and then see if it got posted,
> and
> > it did.
>
> We have a ghost who comes and goes over the past
> 15 years. Recently heard a crash at the front
> door - like a brick was thrown or something. It
> was 7 p.m. and my wife and I just look at each
> other. Then I opened the front door
> and.....NOTHING!. Shit happens off and on. 10
> years ago a young black male child about 10 years
> old would move run around the house around 3 a.m,
> laughing. I did not see him so much as I felt his
> presence. Then we had a house fire that could not
> be explained - torching the entire upper level on
> Sept. 12 when we were not home. Then we
> remodeled, added on and things quieted down until
> recently.
>
> Our house sits on land that was part of the
> Windover Plantation prior to the end of the Civil
> War. The plantation house on elm was razed a
> couple years ago and a McMansion was put in it's
> place. Our house, however is 53 years old, and
> located in the plantation's orchard. Weird shit
> happens and things go missing all the time. There
> is a book out there on Virginia Ghosts that
> addresses Windover.
As I recall reading some years back, there was a slave’s quarters or house on that property for the Windover Plantation, that was later turned into servants quarters. I don’t think that building exists anymore though. What was the cost of the damage from the fire?
-------------------------------------------------------
> Andrea Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I'm also really into the paranormal, so
> anyone's
> > stories would be awesome to hear. I live in
> Vienna
> > and was wondering if there are any hauntings
> > around here? I can only imagine that maybe the
> > Freeman Store or that caboose ((sp?)) has some
> > sort of something going on!
> >
> > But anyways, any detailed stories would be
> awesome
> > to hear. Also locations! ((No bunnyman bridge
> > thanks...everyone knows that one and knows that
> > the Clifton kids will go fuck with you there))
> >
> > lol the thing from ghostsofamerica.com ... I
> read
> > something on there a long time ago saying a
> > "headless" woman has been seen drinking
> gasoline
> > out of pumps or whatever, but it just seems
> like
> > people would send the most ridiculous thing
> they
> > could think of and then see if it got posted,
> and
> > it did.
>
> We have a ghost who comes and goes over the past
> 15 years. Recently heard a crash at the front
> door - like a brick was thrown or something. It
> was 7 p.m. and my wife and I just look at each
> other. Then I opened the front door
> and.....NOTHING!. Shit happens off and on. 10
> years ago a young black male child about 10 years
> old would move run around the house around 3 a.m,
> laughing. I did not see him so much as I felt his
> presence. Then we had a house fire that could not
> be explained - torching the entire upper level on
> Sept. 12 when we were not home. Then we
> remodeled, added on and things quieted down until
> recently.
>
> Our house sits on land that was part of the
> Windover Plantation prior to the end of the Civil
> War. The plantation house on elm was razed a
> couple years ago and a McMansion was put in it's
> place. Our house, however is 53 years old, and
> located in the plantation's orchard. Weird shit
> happens and things go missing all the time. There
> is a book out there on Virginia Ghosts that
> addresses Windover.
As I recall reading some years back, there was a slave’s quarters or house on that property for the Windover Plantation, that was later turned into servants quarters. I don’t think that building exists anymore though. What was the cost of the damage from the fire?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Linda
()
Date: October 24, 2013 06:26AM
Nico Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Linda Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Where specifically in Great Falls?
>
> on a small bridge crossing a crek near the park
Near Great Falls Park? Can you be more specific? Georgetown Pike area? Beach Mill? There are a few bridges in GF.
Thx!
-------------------------------------------------------
> Linda Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Where specifically in Great Falls?
>
> on a small bridge crossing a crek near the park
Near Great Falls Park? Can you be more specific? Georgetown Pike area? Beach Mill? There are a few bridges in GF.
Thx!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
nico
()
Date: October 24, 2013 07:26AM
i took a right at the stop sign b4 the road going to the park (I saw the sign). Passed over a small bridge some miles down the road. not sure what that that road is calld i dont usually go that route
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
496
()
Date: October 24, 2013 09:30AM
Nico you numb fuck. What is the name of the park? Are you fucking retarded?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
nico
()
Date: October 24, 2013 09:36AM
496 Wrote:
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> Nico you numb fuck. What is the name of the park?
> Are you fucking retarded?
great falls park
sorry englis not so gud
-------------------------------------------------------
> Nico you numb fuck. What is the name of the park?
> Are you fucking retarded?
great falls park
sorry englis not so gud
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Sig
()
Date: October 24, 2013 12:08PM
Does anyone know about the ghost on Pleasant Valley Rd ?
I experienced this many, many years ago.....around 1989.
Most recently, two weeks ago.... a family friend mentioned the same ghost and stated that it's a well known story but I have not been able to find any mention of it.
Scared me then (24 yrs ago) and amazed me to hear someone talk about it recently and have extremely similar details to what I had experienced in the distant past (and only spoke of once or twice since).
Anyone know anything about it ???
I experienced this many, many years ago.....around 1989.
Most recently, two weeks ago.... a family friend mentioned the same ghost and stated that it's a well known story but I have not been able to find any mention of it.
Scared me then (24 yrs ago) and amazed me to hear someone talk about it recently and have extremely similar details to what I had experienced in the distant past (and only spoke of once or twice since).
Anyone know anything about it ???
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Hmmmm.....
()
Date: October 24, 2013 12:49PM
Sig Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Does anyone know about the ghost on Pleasant
> Valley Rd ?
>
> I experienced this many, many years ago.....around
> 1989.
>
> Most recently, two weeks ago.... a family friend
> mentioned the same ghost and stated that it's a
> well known story but I have not been able to find
> any mention of it.
>
> Scared me then (24 yrs ago) and amazed me to hear
> someone talk about it recently and have extremely
> similar details to what I had experienced in the
> distant past (and only spoke of once or twice
> since).
>
> Anyone know anything about it ???
No, do tell.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Does anyone know about the ghost on Pleasant
> Valley Rd ?
>
> I experienced this many, many years ago.....around
> 1989.
>
> Most recently, two weeks ago.... a family friend
> mentioned the same ghost and stated that it's a
> well known story but I have not been able to find
> any mention of it.
>
> Scared me then (24 yrs ago) and amazed me to hear
> someone talk about it recently and have extremely
> similar details to what I had experienced in the
> distant past (and only spoke of once or twice
> since).
>
> Anyone know anything about it ???
No, do tell.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Wants to know
()
Date: October 25, 2013 07:17AM
Have there been any more sightings of Margaret A. Febrey?
The Ghost of Little Girl "Margaret" seen at Community Pool construction site
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/876023/876541.html#msg-876541
or the Ghost of Eva?
Seeking more info on the ghost of Eva
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/969228.html
The Ghost of Little Girl "Margaret" seen at Community Pool construction site
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/876023/876541.html#msg-876541
or the Ghost of Eva?
Seeking more info on the ghost of Eva
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/969228.html
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Linda
()
Date: October 26, 2013 07:52PM
nico Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> i took a right at the stop sign b4 the road going
> to the park (I saw the sign). Passed over a small
> bridge some miles down the road. not sure what
> that that road is calld i dont usually go that
> route
Thank you. To those insulting Nico, I knew the park. I was looking for what he told me above.
Thank you Nico.
-------------------------------------------------------
> i took a right at the stop sign b4 the road going
> to the park (I saw the sign). Passed over a small
> bridge some miles down the road. not sure what
> that that road is calld i dont usually go that
> route
Thank you. To those insulting Nico, I knew the park. I was looking for what he told me above.
Thank you Nico.
A Haunting Revisited
Posted by:
A Haunting Revisited
()
Date: October 27, 2013 05:19AM
A Haunting Revisited
Self-proclaimed ghost hunter recalls her childhood living in Aspen Grove.
http://fairfaxcity.patch.com/groups/editors-picks/p/a-haunting-revisited
The ghost legend of Aspen Grove has been covered by the Washington Post, NBC, and a 2007 episode of HGTV’s “If These Walls Could Talk,” but never quite like it has been recently by author, medical transcriptionist, and ghost hunter Sharon Day.
In a three-part series on her blog GHOST THEOR1E5 http://www.ghosthuntingtheories.com/, Day relives her childhood in Aspen Grove, including details of relic discoveries, commentary on memorable events, as well as the effect the spirits may have had in the death of her family members after they moved away.
“I ask a lot questions of the field of the paranormal,” she said. “I talk about my experiences and invite the readers in for discussions that go back and forth and inspire new lines of thought.”
She got the idea for the blog in 2008 from her son, Alex, while bedridden from an Achilles tendon surgery. It's a “forum for the odd folk, paranormal theories, horror, humor; a real mind carnival," she said.
For Day, 48, that carnival began when she was 2 years old. She was the youngest of five children to move onto the estate. Her father worked for the postal office in Washington D.C. and her mother was an artist and historian who deeply loved the house for its illustrious past. As a child, Day roamed the property with a metal detector, finding old relics including bullets, cannonball fragments and, her favorite, a buried row of small tin soldiers.
Built in 1750, the Aspen Grove Estate was used by the Sagar family as a station in the Underground Railroad, before being fought over as a hospital by both sides during the Civil War.
The ghost might have been one of the many soldiers that died on the front lawn. Legend has it a barefoot Union soldier was killed on the lawn in the middle of the night. He's been looking for his boots ever since.
In her blog, Day recounts the first time she saw the chandelier begin to shake, causing the Waterford Crystal to jingle. She couldn't explain it away in a home with no heat or central air. Day said this incident was what made her want to gather equipment and ghost hunt as an adult, something now she does every month.
Day goes on to recount hearing sounds similar to people pulling out chairs, slamming fists on the table, running up and down the stairs, and even arguing.
“I grew up thinking the things you heard or caught glimpses of were normal,” she explained. “When you're a baby growing up with phenomena, it's a part of 'normal' physics, like when a kid throws a ball in the air and it comes back down. They don't ask why. Well, a couple times I saw things move on their own and it seemed normal. I didn't question it. I was older when I realized it was unusual.”
The strange incidents didn't stop, even after the family moved out of the estate. Her father, brother and sister died in a span of 11 years, all under bizarre circumstances. Oddly enough, the new tenants insisted that they saw her father at an outdoor dinner party while he was physically lying on his deathbed in an Arizona hospital.
Day isn't the only one with stories to tell.
Former owner Joanne McGregor told the Burke connection: “He’s a good ghost, just a little clumsy."
Bob Garfield published an article in an 1996 edition of the Washington Post about his time on the estate, claiming the ghost stories were the creaks and groans of an old house. But he couldn’t offer a very plausible explanation as to how a set of cabinets were ripped out of the wall with only his young daughter as a witness.
Today, the house is inhabited by realtor Betsy Rutkowski, who in 10 years has only heard the occasional footstep on the stairs. Twice the overhead light in the master bedroom turned on in the middle of the night, she said. Oddly enough, both Rutkowski’s stepdaughters and Sharon Day felt the same sensation of a “ghost” touching them on the feet in their sleep.
“We found out about the ‘ghosts’ after we made the offer,” she said. “I loved the house so much, I told myself we would live amongst ‘them’ and would not bother ‘them’ if they did not bother us.”
Although Rutkowski has yet to read the blog, she occasionally exchanges emails with Day, who likes to check in on the ghosts of her past. She believes her deceased family is now there in spirit.
“My ultimate dream,” Day wrote. “Is to go there (Aspen Grove) for a hunt with my team, the right equipment and a film crew to document a hunt like no other; a predetermined hunt with spirits waiting and willing to make contact.”
It seems Day will have to wait to fulfill this desire, as Rutkowski wants no part in the exploration.
“I am open to folks visiting the house for history’s sake and appreciation,” she said. “But I would absolutely not like the idea of conjuring up spirits, ghosts… I would not want to disturb any peaceful souls.”
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Self-proclaimed ghost hunter recalls her childhood living in Aspen Grove.
http://fairfaxcity.patch.com/groups/editors-picks/p/a-haunting-revisited
The ghost legend of Aspen Grove has been covered by the Washington Post, NBC, and a 2007 episode of HGTV’s “If These Walls Could Talk,” but never quite like it has been recently by author, medical transcriptionist, and ghost hunter Sharon Day.
In a three-part series on her blog GHOST THEOR1E5 http://www.ghosthuntingtheories.com/, Day relives her childhood in Aspen Grove, including details of relic discoveries, commentary on memorable events, as well as the effect the spirits may have had in the death of her family members after they moved away.
“I ask a lot questions of the field of the paranormal,” she said. “I talk about my experiences and invite the readers in for discussions that go back and forth and inspire new lines of thought.”
She got the idea for the blog in 2008 from her son, Alex, while bedridden from an Achilles tendon surgery. It's a “forum for the odd folk, paranormal theories, horror, humor; a real mind carnival," she said.
For Day, 48, that carnival began when she was 2 years old. She was the youngest of five children to move onto the estate. Her father worked for the postal office in Washington D.C. and her mother was an artist and historian who deeply loved the house for its illustrious past. As a child, Day roamed the property with a metal detector, finding old relics including bullets, cannonball fragments and, her favorite, a buried row of small tin soldiers.
Built in 1750, the Aspen Grove Estate was used by the Sagar family as a station in the Underground Railroad, before being fought over as a hospital by both sides during the Civil War.
The ghost might have been one of the many soldiers that died on the front lawn. Legend has it a barefoot Union soldier was killed on the lawn in the middle of the night. He's been looking for his boots ever since.
In her blog, Day recounts the first time she saw the chandelier begin to shake, causing the Waterford Crystal to jingle. She couldn't explain it away in a home with no heat or central air. Day said this incident was what made her want to gather equipment and ghost hunt as an adult, something now she does every month.
Day goes on to recount hearing sounds similar to people pulling out chairs, slamming fists on the table, running up and down the stairs, and even arguing.
“I grew up thinking the things you heard or caught glimpses of were normal,” she explained. “When you're a baby growing up with phenomena, it's a part of 'normal' physics, like when a kid throws a ball in the air and it comes back down. They don't ask why. Well, a couple times I saw things move on their own and it seemed normal. I didn't question it. I was older when I realized it was unusual.”
The strange incidents didn't stop, even after the family moved out of the estate. Her father, brother and sister died in a span of 11 years, all under bizarre circumstances. Oddly enough, the new tenants insisted that they saw her father at an outdoor dinner party while he was physically lying on his deathbed in an Arizona hospital.
Day isn't the only one with stories to tell.
Former owner Joanne McGregor told the Burke connection: “He’s a good ghost, just a little clumsy."
Bob Garfield published an article in an 1996 edition of the Washington Post about his time on the estate, claiming the ghost stories were the creaks and groans of an old house. But he couldn’t offer a very plausible explanation as to how a set of cabinets were ripped out of the wall with only his young daughter as a witness.
Today, the house is inhabited by realtor Betsy Rutkowski, who in 10 years has only heard the occasional footstep on the stairs. Twice the overhead light in the master bedroom turned on in the middle of the night, she said. Oddly enough, both Rutkowski’s stepdaughters and Sharon Day felt the same sensation of a “ghost” touching them on the feet in their sleep.
“We found out about the ‘ghosts’ after we made the offer,” she said. “I loved the house so much, I told myself we would live amongst ‘them’ and would not bother ‘them’ if they did not bother us.”
Although Rutkowski has yet to read the blog, she occasionally exchanges emails with Day, who likes to check in on the ghosts of her past. She believes her deceased family is now there in spirit.
“My ultimate dream,” Day wrote. “Is to go there (Aspen Grove) for a hunt with my team, the right equipment and a film crew to document a hunt like no other; a predetermined hunt with spirits waiting and willing to make contact.”
It seems Day will have to wait to fulfill this desire, as Rutkowski wants no part in the exploration.
“I am open to folks visiting the house for history’s sake and appreciation,” she said. “But I would absolutely not like the idea of conjuring up spirits, ghosts… I would not want to disturb any peaceful souls.”
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Halloween storytelling night spotlights local lore in Fairfax
Posted by:
George Mason events
()
Date: October 28, 2013 08:55AM
Halloween storytelling night spotlights local lore in Fairfax
George Mason event offers chance to share a scary story
http://www.fairfaxtimes.com/article/20131025/NEWS/131029408/1064/halloween-storytelling-night-spotlights-local-lore-in-fairfax&template=fairfaxTimes
Beware walking by Mason Pond, or you might be beckoned by the resident ghost.
Local lore tells of a heartbroken student at George Mason University who walked into the campus pond and drowned. Now his ghost beckons unsuspecting passersby into the water.
“Only at night,” reassured Debra Lattanzi Shutika. Lattanzi Shutika, professor of Folklore Studies at the university, said this tale has become a perennial favorite at the program’s annual Halloween storytelling night.
This year, “Spooky Stories” will be held from 8 to 10 p.m. Wednesday in the Gold Room at the Johnson Center on George Mason’s Fairfax campus. While the free event is hosted by the student-led Folklore Roundtable, all are encouraged to come, armed with their own scary tales.
Of course, some prefer just to listen, but most attendees decide to share, according to Lattanzi Shutika. Some tell well-known short stories by authors such as Edgar Allen Poe, but most weave their own, whether based on a local legend or a more personal supernatural encounter.
Fairfax County locals enjoy sharing the story of the Bunny Man, which has been retold at every Halloween event. However, each year brings a different twist, according to Kerry Kaleba, a native of Burke and 2012 graduate of the master’s program in folklore.
“It’s the one thing that Fairfax County has, and it always comes up,” Kaleba said. “It’s something that I remember from high school, and no one seems to keep the story straight.”
People usually agree that the Bunny Man lives by an eerie railroad overpass in Clifton often called “Bunny Man Bridge.” But the legend earned his moniker in different ways, depending on the teller. Some say he leaves dead rabbit skins by the overpass; others say he wears a large bunny suit and wields a hatchet.
However, while stories such as the Bunny Man or the ghost of Mason Pond may have a tenuous — or nonexistent — basis in reality, that does not stop people from telling them.
“It might not be completely true, or true at all, but to the community it makes sense and people accept it,” said Kim Stryker, a current student in the folklore master’s program. “It’s not about whether something is true or correct or accurate in some empirical way. It’s about for the person telling the story.”
Getting together to tell scary stories has a rich tradition, according to Stryker. When people would stay out late reaping the harvest, or churning apple butter at orchards, they often would stoke bonfires and take turns spinning yarns.
These events connect with people, according to Joy Fraser, a professor in the Folklore Studies program, because it allows them to test the boundaries between the real world and the unexplained. But whether the attendees talk about a dorm room poltergeist or a specter of a deceased relative, they also are taking a risk.
“It’s quite a brave thing to do, because you don’t know how people are going to respond,” Fraser said. “What do people think? Do they look at you like you’re mad? But usually at the event, other people are quick to jump in with their own experiences.”
“Spooky Stories” often becomes an interactive, collaborative experience. Rather than have one person in the role of storyteller, here the audience chips in.”
Because of the unique atmosphere provided at these storytelling events, Kaleba has not been able to stay away, even after graduating.
“You want something other than pumpkins and candy around Halloween,” Kaleba said. “It’s really nice to have a moment around Halloween to talk about things that are actually scary.”
George Mason event offers chance to share a scary story
http://www.fairfaxtimes.com/article/20131025/NEWS/131029408/1064/halloween-storytelling-night-spotlights-local-lore-in-fairfax&template=fairfaxTimes
Beware walking by Mason Pond, or you might be beckoned by the resident ghost.
Local lore tells of a heartbroken student at George Mason University who walked into the campus pond and drowned. Now his ghost beckons unsuspecting passersby into the water.
“Only at night,” reassured Debra Lattanzi Shutika. Lattanzi Shutika, professor of Folklore Studies at the university, said this tale has become a perennial favorite at the program’s annual Halloween storytelling night.
This year, “Spooky Stories” will be held from 8 to 10 p.m. Wednesday in the Gold Room at the Johnson Center on George Mason’s Fairfax campus. While the free event is hosted by the student-led Folklore Roundtable, all are encouraged to come, armed with their own scary tales.
Of course, some prefer just to listen, but most attendees decide to share, according to Lattanzi Shutika. Some tell well-known short stories by authors such as Edgar Allen Poe, but most weave their own, whether based on a local legend or a more personal supernatural encounter.
Fairfax County locals enjoy sharing the story of the Bunny Man, which has been retold at every Halloween event. However, each year brings a different twist, according to Kerry Kaleba, a native of Burke and 2012 graduate of the master’s program in folklore.
“It’s the one thing that Fairfax County has, and it always comes up,” Kaleba said. “It’s something that I remember from high school, and no one seems to keep the story straight.”
People usually agree that the Bunny Man lives by an eerie railroad overpass in Clifton often called “Bunny Man Bridge.” But the legend earned his moniker in different ways, depending on the teller. Some say he leaves dead rabbit skins by the overpass; others say he wears a large bunny suit and wields a hatchet.
However, while stories such as the Bunny Man or the ghost of Mason Pond may have a tenuous — or nonexistent — basis in reality, that does not stop people from telling them.
“It might not be completely true, or true at all, but to the community it makes sense and people accept it,” said Kim Stryker, a current student in the folklore master’s program. “It’s not about whether something is true or correct or accurate in some empirical way. It’s about for the person telling the story.”
Getting together to tell scary stories has a rich tradition, according to Stryker. When people would stay out late reaping the harvest, or churning apple butter at orchards, they often would stoke bonfires and take turns spinning yarns.
These events connect with people, according to Joy Fraser, a professor in the Folklore Studies program, because it allows them to test the boundaries between the real world and the unexplained. But whether the attendees talk about a dorm room poltergeist or a specter of a deceased relative, they also are taking a risk.
“It’s quite a brave thing to do, because you don’t know how people are going to respond,” Fraser said. “What do people think? Do they look at you like you’re mad? But usually at the event, other people are quick to jump in with their own experiences.”
“Spooky Stories” often becomes an interactive, collaborative experience. Rather than have one person in the role of storyteller, here the audience chips in.”
Because of the unique atmosphere provided at these storytelling events, Kaleba has not been able to stay away, even after graduating.
“You want something other than pumpkins and candy around Halloween,” Kaleba said. “It’s really nice to have a moment around Halloween to talk about things that are actually scary.”
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Liz_1
()
Date: October 28, 2013 12:18PM
This is a picture taken from the Virginian Review several years ago. Excuse the graininess, I tried to get original but couldn't. This is a house in Iron Gate, VA about 20 or so miles from Covington. About 4 hours drive from Fairfax.
See if you can detect any images for I can see an old woman holding a baby, a ''dark'' boy in the yard, part of a man's suit, a dog laying on porch and something looking out the window.
Judge for yourself.
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See if you can detect any images for I can see an old woman holding a baby, a ''dark'' boy in the yard, part of a man's suit, a dog laying on porch and something looking out the window.
Judge for yourself.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
????
()
Date: October 28, 2013 01:29PM
Liz_1 Wrote:
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> This is a picture taken from the Virginian Review
> several years ago. Excuse the graininess, I tried
> to get original but couldn't. This is a house in
> Iron Gate, VA about 20 or so miles from Covington.
> About 4 hours drive from Fairfax.
>
> See if you can detect any images for I can see an
> old woman holding a baby, a ''dark'' boy in the
> yard, part of a man's suit, a dog laying on porch
> and something looking out the window.
>
> Judge for yourself.
I just see a shitty old house. :)
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> This is a picture taken from the Virginian Review
> several years ago. Excuse the graininess, I tried
> to get original but couldn't. This is a house in
> Iron Gate, VA about 20 or so miles from Covington.
> About 4 hours drive from Fairfax.
>
> See if you can detect any images for I can see an
> old woman holding a baby, a ''dark'' boy in the
> yard, part of a man's suit, a dog laying on porch
> and something looking out the window.
>
> Judge for yourself.
I just see a shitty old house. :)
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
I
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Date: October 28, 2013 10:34PM
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Christina_1
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Date: October 29, 2013 07:24AM
My brother lives in an apartment on Church Street in Staunton and has recently told me about his apartment being haunted by an evil presence. This ghost has shown itself to 4 different people now and has become physical with my brother's girlfriend. Covering her mouth and pinning her down when she is trying to sleep. They have even spoken with a professional medium and he has told them not to stay there at night anymore if they don't have to.
Needless to say my brother has plans on moving ASAP.
Needless to say my brother has plans on moving ASAP.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
LoKick
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Date: October 29, 2013 10:59PM
Why has no one mentioned Squirrel Hill in Oakton, VA?! Built circa 1700, it's the oldest continuously lived in property on the East coast. Apparently it was a farmette owned by George Washington himself. It's said to be haunted by a young girl who had lived and died there named Pearl Kitchen. The property is pretty cool, it backs up to Wayland Street Park. There's currently major renovations being done but you can still see the original house.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Hmmmm....
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Date: October 30, 2013 08:35AM
LoKick Wrote:
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> Why has no one mentioned Squirrel Hill in Oakton,
> VA?! Built circa 1700, it's the oldest
> continuously lived in property on the East coast.
> Apparently it was a farmette owned by George
> Washington himself. It's said to be haunted by a
> young girl who had lived and died there named
> Pearl Kitchen. The property is pretty cool, it
> backs up to Wayland Street Park. There's currently
> major renovations being done but you can still see
> the original house.
Thanks, I've lived here all my life and never had even heard of this place before.
I found this online from Nancy Kitchen, who was looking for information about her relatives. http://boards.ancestry.com/thread.aspx?mv=flat&m=719&p=surnames.kitchen
Look what someone posted...
Hi I live at Squirrel Hill in Oakton, at the turn of the 20th century it was called Kitchen's Place. Are you familiar with the House? I beleive your ancestor's lived here, after marrying into the Waples family. If your interested in seeing the place please email me at squirrel.hill@hotmail.com. Just thought you would be interested. My friend bought this place from a Lady named Mary Kitchen I believe, it is supposedly haunted by little Pearl Kitchen. -Myke
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> Why has no one mentioned Squirrel Hill in Oakton,
> VA?! Built circa 1700, it's the oldest
> continuously lived in property on the East coast.
> Apparently it was a farmette owned by George
> Washington himself. It's said to be haunted by a
> young girl who had lived and died there named
> Pearl Kitchen. The property is pretty cool, it
> backs up to Wayland Street Park. There's currently
> major renovations being done but you can still see
> the original house.
Thanks, I've lived here all my life and never had even heard of this place before.
I found this online from Nancy Kitchen, who was looking for information about her relatives. http://boards.ancestry.com/thread.aspx?mv=flat&m=719&p=surnames.kitchen
Look what someone posted...
Hi I live at Squirrel Hill in Oakton, at the turn of the 20th century it was called Kitchen's Place. Are you familiar with the House? I beleive your ancestor's lived here, after marrying into the Waples family. If your interested in seeing the place please email me at squirrel.hill@hotmail.com. Just thought you would be interested. My friend bought this place from a Lady named Mary Kitchen I believe, it is supposedly haunted by little Pearl Kitchen. -Myke
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Michael99
()
Date: October 30, 2013 08:42AM
My parents live on a farm in Purcellville, VA. People that have stayed there say they have heard a baby cry in the house and have seen figures of people dated from back in the civil war walking around outside at night.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
HL1991
()
Date: October 31, 2013 07:40AM
Not in Fairfax anymore, I now live downtown in the White Rock section of Lynchburg. We bought our home last year. Of course our home is a fixer-upper and when we started remodeling things started happening. My two-year-old's bedroom was in my current office till I got his room painted and while in my office he would tell me that Grandpa came to see him last night, asking him where did grandpa go he would point to the closet and say there.
Other things have happened in our home, we can walk into the office and step into a strong perfume scent that you can tell an older woman would wear. We have heard footsteps up and down our hallway at night. I've had my husband come out of the bathroom mad at me because he said I was banging on the door and wouldn't answer him when he asked me what!
I had to explain to my husband that it wasn't me and that I had been sitting on the sofa the whole time. Also had tons of things happen in the kids room. After getting it remodeled and getting my boys moved in it there is a metal baby gate at the door, I've heard the gate rattle like someone didn't see it and ran into it. Thinking that it's my oldest climbing it I've told him to go to bed and a few minutes later I'll hear him scream and cry out in the night. Go to see what's wrong and he's ok.
On the same night I heard the gate rattle again, again I tell my son to go to bed and a few minutes later he screams out again. As I go check on him this time one of his toys went off and said goodbye. Now this toy hasn't worked in months because the batteries are dead. I've also had other random toys of theirs go off.
Had my oldest son tell me grandma or grandpa comes to play with him. So yes we do have a ghost or two, they don't really bother us, we see them as family and they tend to enjoy playing with our boys. I have had to ask them to come back and play with them during the day and not late at night because the boys sleep at night and the ghost seems to understand and they don't bother the boys at night that often. I enjoy them here and I'll randomly talk to them when no one is here and I feel that my ghost are.
Other things have happened in our home, we can walk into the office and step into a strong perfume scent that you can tell an older woman would wear. We have heard footsteps up and down our hallway at night. I've had my husband come out of the bathroom mad at me because he said I was banging on the door and wouldn't answer him when he asked me what!
I had to explain to my husband that it wasn't me and that I had been sitting on the sofa the whole time. Also had tons of things happen in the kids room. After getting it remodeled and getting my boys moved in it there is a metal baby gate at the door, I've heard the gate rattle like someone didn't see it and ran into it. Thinking that it's my oldest climbing it I've told him to go to bed and a few minutes later I'll hear him scream and cry out in the night. Go to see what's wrong and he's ok.
On the same night I heard the gate rattle again, again I tell my son to go to bed and a few minutes later he screams out again. As I go check on him this time one of his toys went off and said goodbye. Now this toy hasn't worked in months because the batteries are dead. I've also had other random toys of theirs go off.
Had my oldest son tell me grandma or grandpa comes to play with him. So yes we do have a ghost or two, they don't really bother us, we see them as family and they tend to enjoy playing with our boys. I have had to ask them to come back and play with them during the day and not late at night because the boys sleep at night and the ghost seems to understand and they don't bother the boys at night that often. I enjoy them here and I'll randomly talk to them when no one is here and I feel that my ghost are.
Ghosts of Centreville
Posted by:
craigtmonroe
()
Date: October 31, 2013 08:20AM
Ghosts of Centreville
http://craigtmonroe.wordpress.com/category/history-of-centreville-va/
Thousands of Civil War soldiers died in Centreville from disease and wounds.
The historic preservation community is aware of several unmarked graves.
The Union soldier shown in this picture was removed from the McDonalds on Route 28,
at roughly where the drive through sign is today.
Erosion in the yards of homes in Centreville is always revealing historical artifacts.
Some artifacts date back to PaleoIndian times.
Should you find anything of a historic nature, please contact me, or anyone with the Friends of Historic Centreville.
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http://craigtmonroe.wordpress.com/category/history-of-centreville-va/
Thousands of Civil War soldiers died in Centreville from disease and wounds.
The historic preservation community is aware of several unmarked graves.
The Union soldier shown in this picture was removed from the McDonalds on Route 28,
at roughly where the drive through sign is today.
Erosion in the yards of homes in Centreville is always revealing historical artifacts.
Some artifacts date back to PaleoIndian times.
Should you find anything of a historic nature, please contact me, or anyone with the Friends of Historic Centreville.
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Re: A Haunting Revisited
Posted by:
Jon222
()
Date: November 01, 2013 12:14PM
I lived right by the back entrance to Hidden Pond which is the end of Greeley Boulevard from 1975 until 1984. That park was the stomping grounds for my friends and me day and night. There used to even be a dilapidated pier there over by the open brick house with the fireplace. During the summers we were there almost every day and night. We made tree forts, ground forts, and spent many nights camping out all over the park/pond avoiding the ranger from the parks office/museum. We roamed all the trails on our dirt bikes which went all the way back past Pohick Creek by the cliffs near Orange Hunt even under the Old Keen Mill Road Bridge to Rolling Valley Mall. It is safe to say I know the place.
In 1975 there was a gravel road which started on Rolling Road almost at a 45-degree angle from the Rolling Road Mobil Station (the next right turn is Rivington Road) called Morris Road. It ended right by Hidden Pond Park. This is now called Kenwood Avenue. There were two shack-like houses at the end, one up the hill on the left which was demolished and one intact at the very end of the road at the bottom of a steep hill. My friends and I used to play around there and hunt for cool old stuff and found old photos, knick knacks, cone top beer cans, and things. We heard many creepy strange sounds coming from that house when it was occupied and after it was abandoned. We NEVER saw the occupants, only this mean dog whom we would run from. I do not know if anyone remembers this place but if you do please respond. Older kids would be in the woods there partying at night, and we would spy on them from afar. Then we noticed other people around watching them too. We thought they were parents or nosy neighbors, but they were all different sizes and seemed too oblivious of one another. We never heard a twig or leaf crunch as they moved. One night we tried to follow a few of them, and they either disappeared into the woods or at the edge of the park by the house at the end of Morris Road.
In 1975 there was a gravel road which started on Rolling Road almost at a 45-degree angle from the Rolling Road Mobil Station (the next right turn is Rivington Road) called Morris Road. It ended right by Hidden Pond Park. This is now called Kenwood Avenue. There were two shack-like houses at the end, one up the hill on the left which was demolished and one intact at the very end of the road at the bottom of a steep hill. My friends and I used to play around there and hunt for cool old stuff and found old photos, knick knacks, cone top beer cans, and things. We heard many creepy strange sounds coming from that house when it was occupied and after it was abandoned. We NEVER saw the occupants, only this mean dog whom we would run from. I do not know if anyone remembers this place but if you do please respond. Older kids would be in the woods there partying at night, and we would spy on them from afar. Then we noticed other people around watching them too. We thought they were parents or nosy neighbors, but they were all different sizes and seemed too oblivious of one another. We never heard a twig or leaf crunch as they moved. One night we tried to follow a few of them, and they either disappeared into the woods or at the edge of the park by the house at the end of Morris Road.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
annie in annandale
()
Date: November 03, 2013 05:28PM
This was in 1985 - I was walking on Americana Drive near the ped bridge to Wakfield and I noticed strange lights and heavy mist coming from the woods - I remember walking across the bridge and hearing screams - I afraid yet needed to figure out what was going on. I was young and rather stupid... I crept on my belly and watched as see through people (ghosts) were fighting with each other. I got up and ran back home... This all happened at around 2 am. I really wondered what I saw that night - but that curtailed my night walks.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Kalla in pound va
()
Date: November 03, 2013 07:18PM
Sitting on my bed looking out upon the bridge that connects the forks together I saw what seemed to be a 7 year old girl in a white gown standing by the bridge. I thought nothing of it assuming it could have been anything.That night my friends decided to come and visit me. As I walked down my hill all alone I heard weird noises. I finally got to the bottom where the bridge was when I started hearing a faint scream. The longer I waited the louder it grew. They finally arrived after about 15 minutes of me standing outside. When my friend looked at me she said I was as white as a ghost. As soon as she said that a small figure ran right across the bridge terrifying us to death.
I will never go down to that bridge ever again.
I will never go down to that bridge ever again.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
joeydude19
()
Date: November 06, 2013 06:54AM
I used to live on Courthouse road in Stafford. The house was demolished because the land was needed for the new Stafford Hospital. When I was younger me and my family would hear very loud noises in the house. One time we heard what sounded like a dresser falling down the stairs. That was very disturbing. We could not find where the noises came from. Also another day we heard what sounded like glass breaking every 10 seconds in the garage. Nothing was found. Also our two next door neighbors belonged to an older brother and a sister. The sister lived to the left and the brother to the right. They both passed the same year and their houses were abandoned.
One day a friend dared me to sneak into the sister's house. The door was unlocked. I entered. Her furniture was still in it. I was really scared; something did not seem right. As I walked in the house with my flashlight I heard a noise upstairs. As I got halfway upstairs I heard what sounded like an old fashion radio playing. I was overcome with fear and ran back home. The house is still there and abandoned.
One other thing to note, in our backyard where the new Stafford Hospital is built there were big holes in ground which used to be where Civil War soldiers lived. I know this because me and my dad metal detected the holes and found lots of Civil War artifacts in them. I am a firm believer that they built the hospital on sacred haunted land. I wonder if there are any stories from within the hospital. If so or have any questions contact my email joeydude19@yahoo.com.
One day a friend dared me to sneak into the sister's house. The door was unlocked. I entered. Her furniture was still in it. I was really scared; something did not seem right. As I walked in the house with my flashlight I heard a noise upstairs. As I got halfway upstairs I heard what sounded like an old fashion radio playing. I was overcome with fear and ran back home. The house is still there and abandoned.
One other thing to note, in our backyard where the new Stafford Hospital is built there were big holes in ground which used to be where Civil War soldiers lived. I know this because me and my dad metal detected the holes and found lots of Civil War artifacts in them. I am a firm believer that they built the hospital on sacred haunted land. I wonder if there are any stories from within the hospital. If so or have any questions contact my email joeydude19@yahoo.com.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
dawnlojmg
()
Date: November 06, 2013 07:21AM
joeydude19 Wrote:
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> I used to live on Courthouse road in Stafford. The
> house was demolished because the land was needed
> for the new Stafford Hospital. When I was younger
> me and my family would hear very loud noises in
> the house. One time we heard what sounded like a
> dresser falling down the stairs. That was very
> disturbing. We could not find where the noises
> came from. Also another day we heard what sounded
> like glass breaking every 10 seconds in the
> garage. Nothing was found. Also our two next door
> neighbors belonged to an older brother and a
> sister. The sister lived to the left and the
> brother to the right. They both passed the same
> year and their houses were abandoned.
>
> One day a friend dared me to sneak into the
> sister's house. The door was unlocked. I entered.
> Her furniture was still in it. I was really
> scared; something did not seem right. As I walked
> in the house with my flashlight I heard a noise
> upstairs. As I got halfway upstairs I heard what
> sounded like an old fashion radio playing. I was
> overcome with fear and ran back home. The house is
> still there and abandoned.
>
> One other thing to note, in our backyard where the
> new Stafford Hospital is built there were big
> holes in ground which used to be where Civil War
> soldiers lived. I know this because me and my dad
> metal detected the holes and found lots of Civil
> War artifacts in them. I am a firm believer that
> they built the hospital on sacred haunted land. I
> wonder if there are any stories from within the
> hospital. If so or have any questions contact my
> email joeydude19@yahoo.com.
I also uused to live in Stafford, over by Aquia Harbour on Pinta Cove. My mother Jody has made comments on this site as well. Let me tell you.. We moved into a newly built home in the 90s and the weirdest things would happen and no one believed me. I was an only child at the time. When I would fall asleep something would pet my head. Eventually I started to sleep with my head under the blanket and the covers clutched in my hand during the night only to wake up in the middle of the night freezing with the creepiest feeling in the room. My bed covers had been peeled off me and neatly laid on the floor below my bed. My sister was born soon after and my parents came home from a weekend vacation. My mom went upstairs to lay my sister down in her crib and her mobile started going around and playing music. No one was in the house the entire weekend. Another time my sister was in her crib and my mom heard a man's voice singing a lullaby to her over the baby monitor. She said it was in a different language. She researched it and someone told her the Irish Brigade had been stationed in Aquia Harbor several hundred years ago. My brother's Matchbox car also floated in midair off the kitchen counter in front of everyone. I also used to have dreams about bodies buried under the basement. Maybe that's why there are no cemeteries. The houses were built on top of them.
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> I used to live on Courthouse road in Stafford. The
> house was demolished because the land was needed
> for the new Stafford Hospital. When I was younger
> me and my family would hear very loud noises in
> the house. One time we heard what sounded like a
> dresser falling down the stairs. That was very
> disturbing. We could not find where the noises
> came from. Also another day we heard what sounded
> like glass breaking every 10 seconds in the
> garage. Nothing was found. Also our two next door
> neighbors belonged to an older brother and a
> sister. The sister lived to the left and the
> brother to the right. They both passed the same
> year and their houses were abandoned.
>
> One day a friend dared me to sneak into the
> sister's house. The door was unlocked. I entered.
> Her furniture was still in it. I was really
> scared; something did not seem right. As I walked
> in the house with my flashlight I heard a noise
> upstairs. As I got halfway upstairs I heard what
> sounded like an old fashion radio playing. I was
> overcome with fear and ran back home. The house is
> still there and abandoned.
>
> One other thing to note, in our backyard where the
> new Stafford Hospital is built there were big
> holes in ground which used to be where Civil War
> soldiers lived. I know this because me and my dad
> metal detected the holes and found lots of Civil
> War artifacts in them. I am a firm believer that
> they built the hospital on sacred haunted land. I
> wonder if there are any stories from within the
> hospital. If so or have any questions contact my
> email joeydude19@yahoo.com.
I also uused to live in Stafford, over by Aquia Harbour on Pinta Cove. My mother Jody has made comments on this site as well. Let me tell you.. We moved into a newly built home in the 90s and the weirdest things would happen and no one believed me. I was an only child at the time. When I would fall asleep something would pet my head. Eventually I started to sleep with my head under the blanket and the covers clutched in my hand during the night only to wake up in the middle of the night freezing with the creepiest feeling in the room. My bed covers had been peeled off me and neatly laid on the floor below my bed. My sister was born soon after and my parents came home from a weekend vacation. My mom went upstairs to lay my sister down in her crib and her mobile started going around and playing music. No one was in the house the entire weekend. Another time my sister was in her crib and my mom heard a man's voice singing a lullaby to her over the baby monitor. She said it was in a different language. She researched it and someone told her the Irish Brigade had been stationed in Aquia Harbor several hundred years ago. My brother's Matchbox car also floated in midair off the kitchen counter in front of everyone. I also used to have dreams about bodies buried under the basement. Maybe that's why there are no cemeteries. The houses were built on top of them.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Random Person
()
Date: November 07, 2013 07:37AM
That's creepy. Me and my wife were driving on White Oak Rd in King George / Stafford area and we were driving from MD. There was an on coming car, Jeep Wrangler, and I saw something human shaped like a shadow person run from left to right go across the road. On the left side is a sharp 15-25 drop to nothing and on the right side there was about a 3ft dirt bank.
I was to myself thinking what was that then I said 'that was a little weird' out loud, then my wife said OMG I saw that too. But she thought that maybe was something in her eye. I went hell no, that was something that wasn't a person about 15 yards away from us.
I was to myself thinking what was that then I said 'that was a little weird' out loud, then my wife said OMG I saw that too. But she thought that maybe was something in her eye. I went hell no, that was something that wasn't a person about 15 yards away from us.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Weyers
()
Date: November 10, 2013 05:33PM
While passing the Deno's gas station Route 11 Fort Defiance one winter night at around 12:30 am in 1995 my friend said did you see that girl sitting with her hands around her knees at the gas pump. I was looking at the gas pumps but saw nothing. Heading south on Route 11 about 100 yards down the road this guy pops up from nowhere standing along the road in a black cape with a white face that had no facial characteristics. No eyes, no nose etc.
I about jumped over into the drivers seat. One of the scariest things in my life.
I about jumped over into the drivers seat. One of the scariest things in my life.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Linda
()
Date: November 16, 2013 09:10PM
Linda Wrote:
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> Nico Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Linda Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Where specifically in Great Falls?
> >
> > on a small bridge crossing a crek near the park
>
> Near Great Falls Park? Can you be more specific?
> Georgetown Pike area? Beach Mill? There are a few
> bridges in GF.
>
> Thx!
Ah, you are talking about River Bend Road I believe. It's the road before the turn into the park itself (Old Dominion). You'd take a right onto that road if you were coming down Georgetown Pike.
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> Nico Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Linda Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Where specifically in Great Falls?
> >
> > on a small bridge crossing a crek near the park
>
> Near Great Falls Park? Can you be more specific?
> Georgetown Pike area? Beach Mill? There are a few
> bridges in GF.
>
> Thx!
Ah, you are talking about River Bend Road I believe. It's the road before the turn into the park itself (Old Dominion). You'd take a right onto that road if you were coming down Georgetown Pike.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Hobart
()
Date: November 18, 2013 05:17AM
I recently was doing the field work toward by thesis on whether or not Liverworts (an aquatic zone plant) can tolerate heavy siltation in flooding at Hidden Pond. While there early one morning, with my field partners (girlfriend Mimi and my dog), we became aware of being watched. It was woman, in 19th century clothing, she just stood and watched us, then walked away, or rather faded. Being scientist, I don't believe in ghosts, or anything, however, I cannot explain this. My girlfriend Mimi says that the place has a reputation for the paranormal. I just think it was a case of poor light refraction but does anyone know anymore about the area?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost Hunter
()
Date: November 18, 2013 06:59AM
Hobart Wrote:
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> I recently was doing the field work toward by
> thesis on whether or not Liverworts (an aquatic
> zone plant) can tolerate heavy siltation in
> flooding at Hidden Pond. While there early one
> morning, with my field partners (girlfriend Mimi
> and my dog), we became aware of being watched. It
> was woman, in 19th century clothing, she just
> stood and watched us, then walked away, or rather
> faded. Being scientist, I don't believe in ghosts,
> or anything, however, I cannot explain this. My
> girlfriend Mimi says that the place has a
> reputation for the paranormal. I just think it was
> a case of poor light refraction but does anyone
> know anymore about the area?
Hobart, there have been alot of reports of paranormal activity in that area. If you go up the Fairfax Underground search feature and do a search on "Hidden Pond", you'll find alot of ghost stories. In fact, many of them are in this very thread.
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> I recently was doing the field work toward by
> thesis on whether or not Liverworts (an aquatic
> zone plant) can tolerate heavy siltation in
> flooding at Hidden Pond. While there early one
> morning, with my field partners (girlfriend Mimi
> and my dog), we became aware of being watched. It
> was woman, in 19th century clothing, she just
> stood and watched us, then walked away, or rather
> faded. Being scientist, I don't believe in ghosts,
> or anything, however, I cannot explain this. My
> girlfriend Mimi says that the place has a
> reputation for the paranormal. I just think it was
> a case of poor light refraction but does anyone
> know anymore about the area?
Hobart, there have been alot of reports of paranormal activity in that area. If you go up the Fairfax Underground search feature and do a search on "Hidden Pond", you'll find alot of ghost stories. In fact, many of them are in this very thread.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
gainesville2013
()
Date: November 20, 2013 06:44AM
Not in fairfax but close by in gainesville. I was walking around some condos, when I first walk through them I felt fine but when I was coming back everything felt different. When I got closer I started to hear crying and weeps. I didn't pay much attention to it. As I got closer to that condo I didn't hear the crying and weeping anymore but I could hear what clearly was a woman's laughter. As I came around the corner I saw what I thought to be a girl playing on the ground just outside of the condo. At the moment I saw her everything changed, the environment, the wind, myself. Now this was around 11:30 pm. So I thought it was it was kind of strange that there was a little girl playing at this time.
As I walked past her she started to change. When I was across the street from her it's like she grew she looked bigger. Once I was behind and far from her I looked back. She looked like an old woman. Hair completely white, she was wearing a white dress. There was something behind her, a thick black mass. As I move away from her or it the black mass changes size and moved around. I decide to just keep walking. When I was faraway from the condo everything went back to normal I felt safe again, I kept walking on the side walk. A car went past me at the same time a small black thing went across my face almost hitting me.
Could this black thing be the same black mass behind the strange woman or just a bird, I don't know I'm not sure and honestly I don't want to know.
Submitted by anonymous
As I walked past her she started to change. When I was across the street from her it's like she grew she looked bigger. Once I was behind and far from her I looked back. She looked like an old woman. Hair completely white, she was wearing a white dress. There was something behind her, a thick black mass. As I move away from her or it the black mass changes size and moved around. I decide to just keep walking. When I was faraway from the condo everything went back to normal I felt safe again, I kept walking on the side walk. A car went past me at the same time a small black thing went across my face almost hitting me.
Could this black thing be the same black mass behind the strange woman or just a bird, I don't know I'm not sure and honestly I don't want to know.
Submitted by anonymous
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
asdfasdfasdfasdf
()
Date: November 20, 2013 07:26AM
sufferkate Wrote:
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> Aside: This is not really a ghost story. It's
> about something strange that happened to me years
> ago. I am not psychotic, or crazy, nor was my
> roommate. This is my strange story:
>
> I went to work in New York City during the late
> summer and early fall of 1995.
>
> My brother had died in an accident the previous
> Easter, and I was finding it difficult to
> concentrate in Memphis, where so many people, it
> seemed, knew about it.
>
> My roommate and I decided that we both needed a
> change of scene, and as she was from New Jersey,
> we easily secured positions at clubs in the Nanuet
> area.
>
> For the term, we had rented a suite of rooms in a
> hotel that, although part of a chain, was rather
> seedy and not at all up to the usual standards of
> said chain. What did I care, though? I was gone
> from a place where everyone I ran into wanted to
> tell me how very, very sorry they were “to hear
> about Jason.”
>
> I’d end up sobbing in the dressing room, the
> entire night a wash.
>
> ASIDE:
>
> I'm writing this from the other side of a passage
> of years, and although we are not in touch now, I
> want to stress that we were once very good
> friends, and that I cared about Emily a great
> deal.
>
> We had been through a lot together. She was with
> me when I received the news about my brother, and
> she held me up - literally - several times over
> the weeks that followed.
>
> She had witnessed some high strangeness while we
> lived together, and even though she wasn't
> comfortable with it (nor was I), she'd learned to
> take a lot of it in stride.
>
> When everything was over, though, we couldn't get
> far enough away from one another.
>
> RETURN:
>
> The suite Emily and I rented was paid for by her
> sugar daddy, a much older man she’d met at a
> club in Memphis - and with the understanding that
> I would repay half the amount as I earned it.
>
> It was set up so that as one entered, the bathroom
> door was to the immediate left, with the closet
> recessed in an alcove behind the door. A few steps
> brought you into the living room, with the bedroom
> area through an archway to the right. To the left,
> a desk and chair sat against the bathroom wall.
> There were three telephones in the suite. One on
> the desk, one on the bedside table, and the other
> on the table next to the sofa.
>
> The bedroom was furnished with an armoire
> containing another television, a king-sized bed
> with a padded dressing bench at the foot, and a
> full length mirror. The armoire was angled so that
> one could see the television from the living room.
> There was a larger television in the living room,
> with a large refrigerator next to it. A microwave
> sat atop it.
>
> On the night I will describe, Emily and I had been
> out with her friends. We had been working in N.Y.
> for a week, and so felt justified in taking a
> night off to hit the town. That had been the plan,
> but Emily had been taken ill right after dinner,
> so we returned to the suite after telling her
> friends good-night.
>
> We had argued in the cab on the way back, and when
> she said she was going to shower, I simply nodded
> and said nothing. She went into the bathroom and
> shut the door, and I sat down on the edge of the
> bed. I wasn't upset with Em, because I knew she
> really was not feeling well, and I'd known her
> long enough to put aside anything she might say in
> anger - or sickness.
>
> The lights were on in the living area of the
> suite, so I didn't turn on either of the two lamps
> in the bedroom. There was plenty of light to see
> by.
>
> Glancing at the phone to make sure we had no
> pending messages, I opened the armoire doors to
> turn on the television. I planned to put Emily to
> bed as soon as she came out of the shower, and I
> wanted to see if there was anything on she'd like
> to watch.
>
> Movement on the surface of the television screen
> caught my eye, and I realized that the blank,
> darkened screen essentially functioned as a
> mirror, reflecting the archway to the living room
> and the space beyond.
>
> What I was seeing in the 'reflection' did not
> immediately register, but it seemed there was
> someone else in the suite with us! I spun around
> to look at the doorway, and the desk/chair area.
>
> You guessed it. Nobody there.
>
> I turned back to the television. There WAS someone
> standing there! A woman! A woman in a very
> familiar black dress, with long platinum hair. The
> figure stood in front of the desk, evidently in
> deep thought.
>
> She looked just like me, in fact, and was wearing
> my favorite dress.
>
> Even though the night had been warm - muggy, even
> - I suddenly felt very cold.
>
> I kept looking at the television, and turning my
> head to look at the empty space where the figure
> stood in the reflection. I leaned in very close,
> thinking to change the angle and hopefully, figure
> out what was making me think I was seeing myself
> one room over.
>
> It was still there.
>
> Dimly, I realized that I could still hear the
> shower, and though I wanted to call out for Emily
> - to scream for her, if you want the truth - I
> could not make a sound. I was freezing and my
> teeth were clenched, and all I could manage was a
> choking whimper.
>
> I wanted to run, to barricade myself in with
> another human being, but I could not even go to
> the door of the bathroom. I would have to pass
> right by the thing I saw in the reflection,
> wouldn't I?
>
> Somehow, I knew I didn't want to catch its
> attention. The 'not-me' in the reflection didn't
> seem to be aware of the observer me, and that was
> a tiny relief.
>
> Then the figure moved, pulling out the 'chair.'
> The real chair beyond the archway did NOT move,
> and that's a good thing. I don't know what I'd
> have done, but the mind has ways to cope with
> stress like that.
>
> I think it's called 'going crazy,' and I was
> nearly afraid of that as I was the apparition in
> the reflection.
>
> The 'not-me' walked slowly around the chair, then
> sat. It seemed to be studying something on the
> desk, but I couldn't make it out.
>
> By then I was as close to the television screen as
> I could get, because that was as far away from the
> doorway - and the 'not-me' - that I could position
> myself. It occurred to me that I might be seeing a
> possible future, and if that were the case,
> 'not-me' would never know I was there.
>
> The 'not-me' stood up from the chair and turned,
> facing me, although it was still looking down, as
> though searching for something on the floor. 'Her'
> hand pushed back her hair, and she slowly turned
> in a circle.
>
> I watched, horrified, but fascinated. It circled
> the chair, still absorbed in its search.
>
> I was terrified that 'it' was going to look up and
> 'see' me, and I really, really did not want that
> to happen. I was filled with a sense of dread, and
> I shut my eyes.
>
> The room was still chilly, and I heard the shower
> go off. Emily would spend up to twenty additional
> minutes lotioning herself, combing her hair,
> flossing her teeth - we'd lived together for a
> while, so I knew her habits.
>
> This time, the bathroom door jerked open, and she
> stormed right out, drying her hair with a towel.
>
> Giving me a quizzical look, she said, "What? What?
> Why were you screaming my name?"
>
> Was I? I didn't think so, although I knew I'd been
> screaming for her in my head for at least ten
> minutes.
>
> "Just, can you come in here for a minute?" I
> responded. "Come sit here on the bed and look at
> the t.v. Then tell me what you see."
>
> I didn't look at anything while she passed by the
> 'not-me.' She sat on the bed, close to my original
> place, and for a minute or so, Emily did not say
> anything. She shivered, and I noticed I could see
> her breath. She turned her head as well, looking
> back and forth several times from the screen to
> the archway.
>
> Finally, she spoke. "Oh my GOD, that's YOU!"
>
> So she saw it, too. I was momentarily relieved
> that I wasn't going crazy, unless Emily was
> meandering down the same psychotic path. I'd heard
> of mass hypnosis, but we'd each had one glass of
> red wine at dinner. Her friends finished the
> bottle, and it sat at the table from the moment of
> uncorking.
>
> Nobody had dosed us, in other words.
>
> "What does this mean? That IS you, isn't it? Are
> you somehow doing this?" Emily kept on, giving
> voice to the questions I wasn't calm enough to ask
> myself.
>
> WAS I somehow doing this? Projecting an image of
> myself, like a - like some shamans can? Is this
> what I was capable of, in moments of emotional
> distress? I hoped not, but I had only read about
> it, and I had no idea if there was another
> explanation.
>
> "I don't know," I managed. "I don't think I could
> do this. Let me try something."
>
> I moved a little on the floor so that I could see
> 'not-me.' She was holding on to the back of the
> desk chair, and seemed to be - dancing? - swaying
> to music we couldn't hear.
>
> Basically, I thought that if I was somehow
> responsible for this, I could either predict its
> next move, or control it. Couldn't I?
>
> Fixing on the eidolon, I tried to make it sit down
> again. For a moment, nothing happened. The figure
> went on gently undulating to some ghostly melody.
> Then it walked around the chair again, and sat,
> palms on its knees, back ramrod-straight.
>
> "Oh, my gawwwwd," whispered Emily. "Jesus, it's
> YOU - you're doing this, aren't you?"
>
> I still did not know.
>
> Answer the phone, I thought.
>
> The figure stirred, and her hand went to the
> receiver on the desk phone. Her posture and
> movement was indicative of the silent
> 'conversation.'
>
> Emily's face was now less than an inch from my
> own.
>
> "Are. You. Doing. That?" she spat, condensation
> fogging the air with her every word. Her eyes were
> huge.
>
> "I think so," I replied. "I don't know why this is
> happening, Emily, I promise," I went on. "I'm
> going to try to make it go away."
>
> I peeked at the screen again. 'Not-me' was still
> on the 'phone.'
>
> GOAWAYGOAWAYGOAWAY. Leave NOW. Get up and GO...out
> the door, or however you have to. YOU'RE NOT
> WELCOME HERE.
>
> I kept my eyes trained on the 'not-me,' directing
> as much force as I could into my thoughts.
>
> JUST GET OUT. NOW.
>
> 'Not-me' slowly lowered the phone to the cradle
> and stood, smoothing her dress.
>
> "Push the chair in," I muttered through clenched
> teeth.
>
> It pushed the 'chair' back under the desk, and
> slowly walked past the archway into the hall by
> the bathroom.
>
> We waited. The room felt slightly warmer. I
> thought it was gone, but did not know for sure.
>
> "Is she gone?" whispered Emily.
>
> "I don't know. How would I know? I didn't exactly
> hear the door," I grated. I was fed up, and
> drained. We were a tableaux: A waxworks display of
> Damsels in Distress.
>
> Then the phones rang. We sprang apart as though
> hit with a cattle prod. Emily ran one way -
> straight for the desk phone through the arch. I
> reached the bedside phone, first.
>
> "Ye-hello?" I panted.
>
> Silence. Not a buzz nor a click; not a hint of
> static.
>
> Emily had the extension to her ear, and I could
> hear her breathing.
>
> "Hello?" she tried. "Who IS this?"
>
> "It's nobody, Em. Just put it down, it's just more
> weird ****," I said, cradling my own handset.
>
> Emily, though, had had enough. She was dressing
> with the intensity and concentration of somebody
> late for work, hopping around to put her pants on;
> crashing into things.
>
> "Oh no it isn't, it's somebody ******* with us!"
> was her explanation. "Come on, right now. We're
> going to the desk."
>
> To the desk? The front desk? As though the night
> clerk could explain what just happened?
>
> I thought it was a bad idea, imagining the
> smirking and eye-rolling on behalf of the hotel
> employees. Hell, if she went ballistic, we'd be
> thrown out - this, I knew from experience.
>
> I couldn't let her go down there alone, though.
> Who knew what she might say? I grabbed my bag and
> followed her out the door. Too impatient to wait
> for the elevators, we charged down the stairs,
> emerging into the lobby at full speed.
>
> Three clerks were on duty, and all three stood at
> the counter, heads turned to peer out the glass
> doors into the darkened parking lot. The doors
> whooshed open, then shut, again and again. For a
> moment, Emily and I stood on the other side of the
> counter, observing this strange phenomenon.
>
> Those doors were moving far too quickly for a
> person to get through them without injury. What
> the hell was happening here? Why did the clerks
> look like someone goosed them?
>
> "Uh, hi," I began. Three heads snapped around,
> fixing Em and me in a classic 'deer-in-headlights'
> gaze. Nobody said anything for a second.
>
> I cleared my throat, and tried again.
>
> "Some strange things are happening on the top
> floor, and I was wondering if there would be a way
> for the phones in our suite to ring without ya'll
> putting a call through."
>
> There, that seemed nice and innocuous.
>
> The doors continued to open and close off to my
> left. Emily had walked quite close to them, and I
> thought she might be trying to determine whether
> she could make a run for it.
>
> The clerk licked her lips, glanced at the other
> two. "We're having some electrical problems right
> now," she finally said, eyes on the counter in
> front of her.
>
> "Like this?" I indicated the doors. Three heads
> nodded. "Anything else?" I asked, curious.
>
> The male clerk spoke then. "Ma'am, if you wish to
> exit, you should probably use that other door,"
> and he pointed across the room, to a single,
> non-electric door which probably led to another
> part of the parking area.
>
> Turning to me, he continued, "The elevators are
> malfunctioning, and the security cameras are not
> working properly."
>
> For the first time, I noticed the bank of monitors
> beneath the top level of the counter. I leaned
> over to get a closer look. Two or three of the
> seven had gone completely black, while another
> seemed to be showing a recording of a couple
> walking up and down the second floor hall. The two
> would approach and pass under the camera, and a
> second later, would re-appear walking backwards,
> away from the camera. Then again, forwards,
> beneath the range of sight.
>
> "These things record and play back?" I sputtered.
>
>
> "No, not usually," replied the third clerk,
> another woman. "The tape loops to a reel in the
> security office, which is locked unless a guard is
> on premises. We save them for twenty-four to
> forty-eight hours, then record over them. This
> hasn't ever happened before," she admitted.
>
> "Is the guard here?" I asked, interested in
> hearing his take on the situation. The woman shook
> her head. "We're short-handed tonight," she said.
>
> "Those people on the screen," I began, pointing.
> The monitor abruptly went black. "I was going to
> ask if they were current guests," I finished
> lamely.
>
> Back at the counter beside me, Emily opened her
> mouth. I kicked her foot gently, a warning against
> reporting our strange 'visitor.'
>
> "Well, we came down because the phones rang, and
> no one was there," I explained. "Did one of us
> have a telephone call within the last half hour?"
>
>
> Much shaking of heads in the negative. The other
> woman said, "This just started happening about
> thirty, forty-five minutes ago. The phones haven't
> worked properly since then."
>
> Now the younger woman rejoined the discussion.
> "Right after you came in tonight, right about
> then, I think." Oh, really?
>
> "Have you called someone about this?" I asked,
> pointing at the doors again. Three heads nodded.
> Those clerks were scared, or they'd never have
> offered up so much information.
>
> One of the female clerks walked back up the stairs
> with us, and on the way, Emily gave her a brief
> rundown of what we'd experienced. The clerk was
> well and truly freaked out by our story. However,
> nothing prepared the three of us for what had
> happened to our suite in the interim.
>
> As we rounded the corner, I casually inquired how
> many guests shared the top floor with us. At the
> same time, I heard the unmistakable 'bzzz-click'
> of an electronic lock opening, and right in front
> of our eyes, our suite door cracked itself open an
> inch or two.
>
> I halted so abruptly that Emily ran into me, and
> the clerk grabbed my arm to steady me. I looked at
> her.
>
> "Does THAT happen often?" I asked. She shook her
> head and said, "I think you're the only two guests
> in a suite up here right now."
>
> So! Back down to the lobby we went, returning with
> the male night manager and the clerk who had
> originally accompanied us.
>
> This time, the suite door was firmly shut.
>
> "I'm not going in there," Emily stated. I think we
> all shared that sentiment, but hey, we had Mr.
> Night Manager there for that very reason.
>
> He cracked the door, then pushed it open most of
> the way. In the hallway, we three brave women
> stood together in a huddle, peering in.
>
> The living room was trashed. Completely wrecked;
> lamps on the floor, furniture turned over. The
> microwave was also on the floor, and the fridge
> was on its side.
>
> Unbelieving, I stepped forward and pushed the door
> open wider.
>
> There were clothes from both our suitcases
> scattered everywhere. Costumes, underthings, and
> t-shirts hung from the sprinklers mounted on the
> ceiling. Worse, the lock on Emily's travel trunk
> had been - well, crushed - and all the designer
> things she was so proud of were also thrown
> everywhere. There was a Fendi sandal in the
> toilet, and the curtains over the window at the
> far end of the living area were torn from the
> mounted rods and were lying in a heap on the
> floor.
>
> Emily and I stared at each other, open-mouthed.
>
> "Was it like this when you came downstairs?" asked
> Mr. Night Manager, rather idiotically. Still
> staring around us, we shook our heads. The female
> clerk had entered by then, and stood there,
> looking shocked.
>
> "Well, what about when the door opened the first
> time you came up here?" he went on.
>
> The female clerk answered him this time. "They
> don't know," she snapped. "We didn't look in, we
> just left."
>
> Emily had begun picking up clothing and shoes,
> accessories and makeup. Several small eyeshadows
> had been broken and scattered, then ground into
> the carpet.
>
> "Who could have done this?" I asked. "Does anyone
> else have access to a pass-key around here?"
>
> The clerks exchanged a look that I'd have missed
> if I blinked.
>
> "No," they answered, simultaneously.
>
> The phones rang again. We all looked at one
> another. Mr. Night Manager answered the phone
> closest to him.
>
> "Suite ***, this is Stan." Then, "Yeah. Nope,
> nobody. The suite's been wrecked, though. No,
> probably not. Yeah, I know. Will do." He hung up,
> turning to face us.
>
> "That was Lisa, down at the front. We're going to
> switch suites for you tonight. Do you want us to
> help you get your things together?"
>
> "No, but please don't leave us here alone for
> another second," I blurted.
>
> The other clerk was helping Emily toss our stuff
> any which way into the suitcases. Everywhere I
> looked, I found more broken, torn up personal
> items. My journal was halfway shredded, with what
> looked like bite marks on the cover.
>
> "Who could have done this?" I asked again.
>
> Nobody had an answer (not even [especially!] the
> police officer who took the report), but a day or
> so later, in the hallway leading to the fitness
> room, I encountered the female clerk. She wanted
> to talk to me, and had, in fact, been looking for
> me or for Emily.
>
> We sat on the steps while she talked. What
> happened to Emily and me in our suite had occurred
> before, she thought, but not while she worked
> there.
>
> She had heard things, as all old, decrepit hotels
> have histories, but she'd largely disregarded a
> lot of it as just...fantastic ghost stories.
> Tales, told and re-told among third-shifters to
> pass the boredom of another long night.
>
> The suite we had been in was at the crux of most
> of the problems, she went on to tell me. As
> nothing had happened in her six years there, she'd
> assigned it without a second thought. From the
> moment we arrived, she said, there had been
> electrical malfunctions at the switchboard.
>
> Malfunctions? Like what?
>
> Well, such as every single line lighting up, calls
> coming in from rooms that were unoccupied as well
> as the occupied ones. Nobody was on any of the
> inbound lines. There was a bank of pay phones in a
> hallway off the lobby, and they'd ring
> simultaneously. The security guard had attempted
> to answer them, more than once.
>
> More problems with the doors, as we'd observed
> from the lobby. The people we'd both seen on the
> monitor downstairs had not been guests at that
> hotel since June, she thought. There was no way to
> explain why they hadn't been taped over, or why
> that particular loop had keep repeating.
>
> Worse, their security guard had actually quit that
> night. He just walked out, she explained, right
> before the doors started acting weird. They were
> still waiting for another to be assigned.
>
> We were interrupted then by another clerk I had
> never seen before; an older woman who gave off the
> 'management' vibe. My new friend jumped up
> guiltily and went off with her to attend to
> whatever needed doing, and I went to find Emily.
>
> We were blowing this crazy joint, hell or high
> water.
This is just downright creepy.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Aside: This is not really a ghost story. It's
> about something strange that happened to me years
> ago. I am not psychotic, or crazy, nor was my
> roommate. This is my strange story:
>
> I went to work in New York City during the late
> summer and early fall of 1995.
>
> My brother had died in an accident the previous
> Easter, and I was finding it difficult to
> concentrate in Memphis, where so many people, it
> seemed, knew about it.
>
> My roommate and I decided that we both needed a
> change of scene, and as she was from New Jersey,
> we easily secured positions at clubs in the Nanuet
> area.
>
> For the term, we had rented a suite of rooms in a
> hotel that, although part of a chain, was rather
> seedy and not at all up to the usual standards of
> said chain. What did I care, though? I was gone
> from a place where everyone I ran into wanted to
> tell me how very, very sorry they were “to hear
> about Jason.”
>
> I’d end up sobbing in the dressing room, the
> entire night a wash.
>
> ASIDE:
>
> I'm writing this from the other side of a passage
> of years, and although we are not in touch now, I
> want to stress that we were once very good
> friends, and that I cared about Emily a great
> deal.
>
> We had been through a lot together. She was with
> me when I received the news about my brother, and
> she held me up - literally - several times over
> the weeks that followed.
>
> She had witnessed some high strangeness while we
> lived together, and even though she wasn't
> comfortable with it (nor was I), she'd learned to
> take a lot of it in stride.
>
> When everything was over, though, we couldn't get
> far enough away from one another.
>
> RETURN:
>
> The suite Emily and I rented was paid for by her
> sugar daddy, a much older man she’d met at a
> club in Memphis - and with the understanding that
> I would repay half the amount as I earned it.
>
> It was set up so that as one entered, the bathroom
> door was to the immediate left, with the closet
> recessed in an alcove behind the door. A few steps
> brought you into the living room, with the bedroom
> area through an archway to the right. To the left,
> a desk and chair sat against the bathroom wall.
> There were three telephones in the suite. One on
> the desk, one on the bedside table, and the other
> on the table next to the sofa.
>
> The bedroom was furnished with an armoire
> containing another television, a king-sized bed
> with a padded dressing bench at the foot, and a
> full length mirror. The armoire was angled so that
> one could see the television from the living room.
> There was a larger television in the living room,
> with a large refrigerator next to it. A microwave
> sat atop it.
>
> On the night I will describe, Emily and I had been
> out with her friends. We had been working in N.Y.
> for a week, and so felt justified in taking a
> night off to hit the town. That had been the plan,
> but Emily had been taken ill right after dinner,
> so we returned to the suite after telling her
> friends good-night.
>
> We had argued in the cab on the way back, and when
> she said she was going to shower, I simply nodded
> and said nothing. She went into the bathroom and
> shut the door, and I sat down on the edge of the
> bed. I wasn't upset with Em, because I knew she
> really was not feeling well, and I'd known her
> long enough to put aside anything she might say in
> anger - or sickness.
>
> The lights were on in the living area of the
> suite, so I didn't turn on either of the two lamps
> in the bedroom. There was plenty of light to see
> by.
>
> Glancing at the phone to make sure we had no
> pending messages, I opened the armoire doors to
> turn on the television. I planned to put Emily to
> bed as soon as she came out of the shower, and I
> wanted to see if there was anything on she'd like
> to watch.
>
> Movement on the surface of the television screen
> caught my eye, and I realized that the blank,
> darkened screen essentially functioned as a
> mirror, reflecting the archway to the living room
> and the space beyond.
>
> What I was seeing in the 'reflection' did not
> immediately register, but it seemed there was
> someone else in the suite with us! I spun around
> to look at the doorway, and the desk/chair area.
>
> You guessed it. Nobody there.
>
> I turned back to the television. There WAS someone
> standing there! A woman! A woman in a very
> familiar black dress, with long platinum hair. The
> figure stood in front of the desk, evidently in
> deep thought.
>
> She looked just like me, in fact, and was wearing
> my favorite dress.
>
> Even though the night had been warm - muggy, even
> - I suddenly felt very cold.
>
> I kept looking at the television, and turning my
> head to look at the empty space where the figure
> stood in the reflection. I leaned in very close,
> thinking to change the angle and hopefully, figure
> out what was making me think I was seeing myself
> one room over.
>
> It was still there.
>
> Dimly, I realized that I could still hear the
> shower, and though I wanted to call out for Emily
> - to scream for her, if you want the truth - I
> could not make a sound. I was freezing and my
> teeth were clenched, and all I could manage was a
> choking whimper.
>
> I wanted to run, to barricade myself in with
> another human being, but I could not even go to
> the door of the bathroom. I would have to pass
> right by the thing I saw in the reflection,
> wouldn't I?
>
> Somehow, I knew I didn't want to catch its
> attention. The 'not-me' in the reflection didn't
> seem to be aware of the observer me, and that was
> a tiny relief.
>
> Then the figure moved, pulling out the 'chair.'
> The real chair beyond the archway did NOT move,
> and that's a good thing. I don't know what I'd
> have done, but the mind has ways to cope with
> stress like that.
>
> I think it's called 'going crazy,' and I was
> nearly afraid of that as I was the apparition in
> the reflection.
>
> The 'not-me' walked slowly around the chair, then
> sat. It seemed to be studying something on the
> desk, but I couldn't make it out.
>
> By then I was as close to the television screen as
> I could get, because that was as far away from the
> doorway - and the 'not-me' - that I could position
> myself. It occurred to me that I might be seeing a
> possible future, and if that were the case,
> 'not-me' would never know I was there.
>
> The 'not-me' stood up from the chair and turned,
> facing me, although it was still looking down, as
> though searching for something on the floor. 'Her'
> hand pushed back her hair, and she slowly turned
> in a circle.
>
> I watched, horrified, but fascinated. It circled
> the chair, still absorbed in its search.
>
> I was terrified that 'it' was going to look up and
> 'see' me, and I really, really did not want that
> to happen. I was filled with a sense of dread, and
> I shut my eyes.
>
> The room was still chilly, and I heard the shower
> go off. Emily would spend up to twenty additional
> minutes lotioning herself, combing her hair,
> flossing her teeth - we'd lived together for a
> while, so I knew her habits.
>
> This time, the bathroom door jerked open, and she
> stormed right out, drying her hair with a towel.
>
> Giving me a quizzical look, she said, "What? What?
> Why were you screaming my name?"
>
> Was I? I didn't think so, although I knew I'd been
> screaming for her in my head for at least ten
> minutes.
>
> "Just, can you come in here for a minute?" I
> responded. "Come sit here on the bed and look at
> the t.v. Then tell me what you see."
>
> I didn't look at anything while she passed by the
> 'not-me.' She sat on the bed, close to my original
> place, and for a minute or so, Emily did not say
> anything. She shivered, and I noticed I could see
> her breath. She turned her head as well, looking
> back and forth several times from the screen to
> the archway.
>
> Finally, she spoke. "Oh my GOD, that's YOU!"
>
> So she saw it, too. I was momentarily relieved
> that I wasn't going crazy, unless Emily was
> meandering down the same psychotic path. I'd heard
> of mass hypnosis, but we'd each had one glass of
> red wine at dinner. Her friends finished the
> bottle, and it sat at the table from the moment of
> uncorking.
>
> Nobody had dosed us, in other words.
>
> "What does this mean? That IS you, isn't it? Are
> you somehow doing this?" Emily kept on, giving
> voice to the questions I wasn't calm enough to ask
> myself.
>
> WAS I somehow doing this? Projecting an image of
> myself, like a - like some shamans can? Is this
> what I was capable of, in moments of emotional
> distress? I hoped not, but I had only read about
> it, and I had no idea if there was another
> explanation.
>
> "I don't know," I managed. "I don't think I could
> do this. Let me try something."
>
> I moved a little on the floor so that I could see
> 'not-me.' She was holding on to the back of the
> desk chair, and seemed to be - dancing? - swaying
> to music we couldn't hear.
>
> Basically, I thought that if I was somehow
> responsible for this, I could either predict its
> next move, or control it. Couldn't I?
>
> Fixing on the eidolon, I tried to make it sit down
> again. For a moment, nothing happened. The figure
> went on gently undulating to some ghostly melody.
> Then it walked around the chair again, and sat,
> palms on its knees, back ramrod-straight.
>
> "Oh, my gawwwwd," whispered Emily. "Jesus, it's
> YOU - you're doing this, aren't you?"
>
> I still did not know.
>
> Answer the phone, I thought.
>
> The figure stirred, and her hand went to the
> receiver on the desk phone. Her posture and
> movement was indicative of the silent
> 'conversation.'
>
> Emily's face was now less than an inch from my
> own.
>
> "Are. You. Doing. That?" she spat, condensation
> fogging the air with her every word. Her eyes were
> huge.
>
> "I think so," I replied. "I don't know why this is
> happening, Emily, I promise," I went on. "I'm
> going to try to make it go away."
>
> I peeked at the screen again. 'Not-me' was still
> on the 'phone.'
>
> GOAWAYGOAWAYGOAWAY. Leave NOW. Get up and GO...out
> the door, or however you have to. YOU'RE NOT
> WELCOME HERE.
>
> I kept my eyes trained on the 'not-me,' directing
> as much force as I could into my thoughts.
>
> JUST GET OUT. NOW.
>
> 'Not-me' slowly lowered the phone to the cradle
> and stood, smoothing her dress.
>
> "Push the chair in," I muttered through clenched
> teeth.
>
> It pushed the 'chair' back under the desk, and
> slowly walked past the archway into the hall by
> the bathroom.
>
> We waited. The room felt slightly warmer. I
> thought it was gone, but did not know for sure.
>
> "Is she gone?" whispered Emily.
>
> "I don't know. How would I know? I didn't exactly
> hear the door," I grated. I was fed up, and
> drained. We were a tableaux: A waxworks display of
> Damsels in Distress.
>
> Then the phones rang. We sprang apart as though
> hit with a cattle prod. Emily ran one way -
> straight for the desk phone through the arch. I
> reached the bedside phone, first.
>
> "Ye-hello?" I panted.
>
> Silence. Not a buzz nor a click; not a hint of
> static.
>
> Emily had the extension to her ear, and I could
> hear her breathing.
>
> "Hello?" she tried. "Who IS this?"
>
> "It's nobody, Em. Just put it down, it's just more
> weird ****," I said, cradling my own handset.
>
> Emily, though, had had enough. She was dressing
> with the intensity and concentration of somebody
> late for work, hopping around to put her pants on;
> crashing into things.
>
> "Oh no it isn't, it's somebody ******* with us!"
> was her explanation. "Come on, right now. We're
> going to the desk."
>
> To the desk? The front desk? As though the night
> clerk could explain what just happened?
>
> I thought it was a bad idea, imagining the
> smirking and eye-rolling on behalf of the hotel
> employees. Hell, if she went ballistic, we'd be
> thrown out - this, I knew from experience.
>
> I couldn't let her go down there alone, though.
> Who knew what she might say? I grabbed my bag and
> followed her out the door. Too impatient to wait
> for the elevators, we charged down the stairs,
> emerging into the lobby at full speed.
>
> Three clerks were on duty, and all three stood at
> the counter, heads turned to peer out the glass
> doors into the darkened parking lot. The doors
> whooshed open, then shut, again and again. For a
> moment, Emily and I stood on the other side of the
> counter, observing this strange phenomenon.
>
> Those doors were moving far too quickly for a
> person to get through them without injury. What
> the hell was happening here? Why did the clerks
> look like someone goosed them?
>
> "Uh, hi," I began. Three heads snapped around,
> fixing Em and me in a classic 'deer-in-headlights'
> gaze. Nobody said anything for a second.
>
> I cleared my throat, and tried again.
>
> "Some strange things are happening on the top
> floor, and I was wondering if there would be a way
> for the phones in our suite to ring without ya'll
> putting a call through."
>
> There, that seemed nice and innocuous.
>
> The doors continued to open and close off to my
> left. Emily had walked quite close to them, and I
> thought she might be trying to determine whether
> she could make a run for it.
>
> The clerk licked her lips, glanced at the other
> two. "We're having some electrical problems right
> now," she finally said, eyes on the counter in
> front of her.
>
> "Like this?" I indicated the doors. Three heads
> nodded. "Anything else?" I asked, curious.
>
> The male clerk spoke then. "Ma'am, if you wish to
> exit, you should probably use that other door,"
> and he pointed across the room, to a single,
> non-electric door which probably led to another
> part of the parking area.
>
> Turning to me, he continued, "The elevators are
> malfunctioning, and the security cameras are not
> working properly."
>
> For the first time, I noticed the bank of monitors
> beneath the top level of the counter. I leaned
> over to get a closer look. Two or three of the
> seven had gone completely black, while another
> seemed to be showing a recording of a couple
> walking up and down the second floor hall. The two
> would approach and pass under the camera, and a
> second later, would re-appear walking backwards,
> away from the camera. Then again, forwards,
> beneath the range of sight.
>
> "These things record and play back?" I sputtered.
>
>
> "No, not usually," replied the third clerk,
> another woman. "The tape loops to a reel in the
> security office, which is locked unless a guard is
> on premises. We save them for twenty-four to
> forty-eight hours, then record over them. This
> hasn't ever happened before," she admitted.
>
> "Is the guard here?" I asked, interested in
> hearing his take on the situation. The woman shook
> her head. "We're short-handed tonight," she said.
>
> "Those people on the screen," I began, pointing.
> The monitor abruptly went black. "I was going to
> ask if they were current guests," I finished
> lamely.
>
> Back at the counter beside me, Emily opened her
> mouth. I kicked her foot gently, a warning against
> reporting our strange 'visitor.'
>
> "Well, we came down because the phones rang, and
> no one was there," I explained. "Did one of us
> have a telephone call within the last half hour?"
>
>
> Much shaking of heads in the negative. The other
> woman said, "This just started happening about
> thirty, forty-five minutes ago. The phones haven't
> worked properly since then."
>
> Now the younger woman rejoined the discussion.
> "Right after you came in tonight, right about
> then, I think." Oh, really?
>
> "Have you called someone about this?" I asked,
> pointing at the doors again. Three heads nodded.
> Those clerks were scared, or they'd never have
> offered up so much information.
>
> One of the female clerks walked back up the stairs
> with us, and on the way, Emily gave her a brief
> rundown of what we'd experienced. The clerk was
> well and truly freaked out by our story. However,
> nothing prepared the three of us for what had
> happened to our suite in the interim.
>
> As we rounded the corner, I casually inquired how
> many guests shared the top floor with us. At the
> same time, I heard the unmistakable 'bzzz-click'
> of an electronic lock opening, and right in front
> of our eyes, our suite door cracked itself open an
> inch or two.
>
> I halted so abruptly that Emily ran into me, and
> the clerk grabbed my arm to steady me. I looked at
> her.
>
> "Does THAT happen often?" I asked. She shook her
> head and said, "I think you're the only two guests
> in a suite up here right now."
>
> So! Back down to the lobby we went, returning with
> the male night manager and the clerk who had
> originally accompanied us.
>
> This time, the suite door was firmly shut.
>
> "I'm not going in there," Emily stated. I think we
> all shared that sentiment, but hey, we had Mr.
> Night Manager there for that very reason.
>
> He cracked the door, then pushed it open most of
> the way. In the hallway, we three brave women
> stood together in a huddle, peering in.
>
> The living room was trashed. Completely wrecked;
> lamps on the floor, furniture turned over. The
> microwave was also on the floor, and the fridge
> was on its side.
>
> Unbelieving, I stepped forward and pushed the door
> open wider.
>
> There were clothes from both our suitcases
> scattered everywhere. Costumes, underthings, and
> t-shirts hung from the sprinklers mounted on the
> ceiling. Worse, the lock on Emily's travel trunk
> had been - well, crushed - and all the designer
> things she was so proud of were also thrown
> everywhere. There was a Fendi sandal in the
> toilet, and the curtains over the window at the
> far end of the living area were torn from the
> mounted rods and were lying in a heap on the
> floor.
>
> Emily and I stared at each other, open-mouthed.
>
> "Was it like this when you came downstairs?" asked
> Mr. Night Manager, rather idiotically. Still
> staring around us, we shook our heads. The female
> clerk had entered by then, and stood there,
> looking shocked.
>
> "Well, what about when the door opened the first
> time you came up here?" he went on.
>
> The female clerk answered him this time. "They
> don't know," she snapped. "We didn't look in, we
> just left."
>
> Emily had begun picking up clothing and shoes,
> accessories and makeup. Several small eyeshadows
> had been broken and scattered, then ground into
> the carpet.
>
> "Who could have done this?" I asked. "Does anyone
> else have access to a pass-key around here?"
>
> The clerks exchanged a look that I'd have missed
> if I blinked.
>
> "No," they answered, simultaneously.
>
> The phones rang again. We all looked at one
> another. Mr. Night Manager answered the phone
> closest to him.
>
> "Suite ***, this is Stan." Then, "Yeah. Nope,
> nobody. The suite's been wrecked, though. No,
> probably not. Yeah, I know. Will do." He hung up,
> turning to face us.
>
> "That was Lisa, down at the front. We're going to
> switch suites for you tonight. Do you want us to
> help you get your things together?"
>
> "No, but please don't leave us here alone for
> another second," I blurted.
>
> The other clerk was helping Emily toss our stuff
> any which way into the suitcases. Everywhere I
> looked, I found more broken, torn up personal
> items. My journal was halfway shredded, with what
> looked like bite marks on the cover.
>
> "Who could have done this?" I asked again.
>
> Nobody had an answer (not even [especially!] the
> police officer who took the report), but a day or
> so later, in the hallway leading to the fitness
> room, I encountered the female clerk. She wanted
> to talk to me, and had, in fact, been looking for
> me or for Emily.
>
> We sat on the steps while she talked. What
> happened to Emily and me in our suite had occurred
> before, she thought, but not while she worked
> there.
>
> She had heard things, as all old, decrepit hotels
> have histories, but she'd largely disregarded a
> lot of it as just...fantastic ghost stories.
> Tales, told and re-told among third-shifters to
> pass the boredom of another long night.
>
> The suite we had been in was at the crux of most
> of the problems, she went on to tell me. As
> nothing had happened in her six years there, she'd
> assigned it without a second thought. From the
> moment we arrived, she said, there had been
> electrical malfunctions at the switchboard.
>
> Malfunctions? Like what?
>
> Well, such as every single line lighting up, calls
> coming in from rooms that were unoccupied as well
> as the occupied ones. Nobody was on any of the
> inbound lines. There was a bank of pay phones in a
> hallway off the lobby, and they'd ring
> simultaneously. The security guard had attempted
> to answer them, more than once.
>
> More problems with the doors, as we'd observed
> from the lobby. The people we'd both seen on the
> monitor downstairs had not been guests at that
> hotel since June, she thought. There was no way to
> explain why they hadn't been taped over, or why
> that particular loop had keep repeating.
>
> Worse, their security guard had actually quit that
> night. He just walked out, she explained, right
> before the doors started acting weird. They were
> still waiting for another to be assigned.
>
> We were interrupted then by another clerk I had
> never seen before; an older woman who gave off the
> 'management' vibe. My new friend jumped up
> guiltily and went off with her to attend to
> whatever needed doing, and I went to find Emily.
>
> We were blowing this crazy joint, hell or high
> water.
This is just downright creepy.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
asdfasdfasdfasdf
()
Date: November 20, 2013 07:28AM
I found this and thought it was worth sharing. Not part of Fairfax, but still very relevant to the area....
MANASSAS NATIONAL BATTLEFIELD, VA
http://www.castleofspirits.com/stories07/manassas.html
In the war between the states, the North and South met up twice in what is known as the battles of Bull Run. June 1861 and again in August 1862. Around 24,000 men died in those two conflicts. I think some of them still think it's still going on.
In April 1964 me and two of my friends went camping up on a wooded area of the park. My oldest sister owned a house not more then a 1/2 mile from the park. It was Easter break from school and we had four days of camping and hiking to do. She picked us up and took us back to her house. We told her about where we were headed and off we went. We went about a mile or so and found the spot we wanted for the night. It was up on a small rolling hill and had a wonderful view of the area.
We set up the tent and got the campfire going. After we cooked our food it started to rain so in the tent we headed. As a bunch of 12 year old boys would do we started talking about the girls at school and what ever else 12 year olds talked about. Not once did the subject of ghost come up. We all started to dose off when we heard what sounded like Jug band music. By this I mean someone blowing on a jug and playing a harmonica. I had never heard the tune they were playing but it was foot tapping. You could hear men talking and clapping along with the music.
We at first thought some other group of people had camped close to us. We got out of the tent and could see a campfire down the hill from us about 100 or so feet. There seem to be about 10 or more people that we could see around the campfire. They were glowing blue in color. That might have been from the flames of the fire. You could see what looked like rifles, some had crossed in their arms. As we were looking down the hill everything went dark. There was no campfire or music or people in blue.
I think we all felt fear at the same time. We started running as fast and hard as we could. We took nothing with us. We ran the wrong way hitting trees and each other and when we did get back to my sisters house we all were shaking in her hallway next to her bedroom.
After the sun came up we went to get our stuff. We decided to go down the hill to see about the campfire and people we had seen just hours before. The underbrush was too much to have had a camp there and we could not find any traces of a campfire.
We stayed at my sisters house the rest of the time, and went hiking only. No more camping for that trip.
I had never been so frightened in my life, but could not have asked for a better camping trip. What an adventure that was.
I have not seen my friends in twenty or more years as we all went different ways and I no longer live in Virginia but the last time I saw one of them was around 1986, the camping trip was brought up and relived once again.
I still wonder if they were Northern or Southern troops and if they were reliving a happy night before their last battle.
Whatever it was, it sure got me thinking about ghosts and wanting to find out more.
MANASSAS NATIONAL BATTLEFIELD, VA
http://www.castleofspirits.com/stories07/manassas.html
In the war between the states, the North and South met up twice in what is known as the battles of Bull Run. June 1861 and again in August 1862. Around 24,000 men died in those two conflicts. I think some of them still think it's still going on.
In April 1964 me and two of my friends went camping up on a wooded area of the park. My oldest sister owned a house not more then a 1/2 mile from the park. It was Easter break from school and we had four days of camping and hiking to do. She picked us up and took us back to her house. We told her about where we were headed and off we went. We went about a mile or so and found the spot we wanted for the night. It was up on a small rolling hill and had a wonderful view of the area.
We set up the tent and got the campfire going. After we cooked our food it started to rain so in the tent we headed. As a bunch of 12 year old boys would do we started talking about the girls at school and what ever else 12 year olds talked about. Not once did the subject of ghost come up. We all started to dose off when we heard what sounded like Jug band music. By this I mean someone blowing on a jug and playing a harmonica. I had never heard the tune they were playing but it was foot tapping. You could hear men talking and clapping along with the music.
We at first thought some other group of people had camped close to us. We got out of the tent and could see a campfire down the hill from us about 100 or so feet. There seem to be about 10 or more people that we could see around the campfire. They were glowing blue in color. That might have been from the flames of the fire. You could see what looked like rifles, some had crossed in their arms. As we were looking down the hill everything went dark. There was no campfire or music or people in blue.
I think we all felt fear at the same time. We started running as fast and hard as we could. We took nothing with us. We ran the wrong way hitting trees and each other and when we did get back to my sisters house we all were shaking in her hallway next to her bedroom.
After the sun came up we went to get our stuff. We decided to go down the hill to see about the campfire and people we had seen just hours before. The underbrush was too much to have had a camp there and we could not find any traces of a campfire.
We stayed at my sisters house the rest of the time, and went hiking only. No more camping for that trip.
I had never been so frightened in my life, but could not have asked for a better camping trip. What an adventure that was.
I have not seen my friends in twenty or more years as we all went different ways and I no longer live in Virginia but the last time I saw one of them was around 1986, the camping trip was brought up and relived once again.
I still wonder if they were Northern or Southern troops and if they were reliving a happy night before their last battle.
Whatever it was, it sure got me thinking about ghosts and wanting to find out more.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ooooscary
()
Date: November 20, 2013 07:47AM
Also the Skyline Towers in falls church is haunted as hell. I used to live there when I was a kid and there were so many suicides in that building for some reason. 1 man jumped off his balcony from the 6th floor. There's also said to be a black widow that walks along the hallways of the building. I have never seen her but security in the building has. They change security alot because they eventually get scared. The last guy that was there before I moved was found in the hallway from the building utility loading dock passed out and covered in blood from a nose bleed because he saw her I was told. Or maybe he just tripped and banged his nose LOL. Either way he didn't come back.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost Hunter
()
Date: November 20, 2013 07:58AM
Ooooscary Wrote:
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> Also the Skyline Towers in falls church is haunted
> as hell. I used to live there when I was a kid and
> there were so many suicides in that building for
> some reason. 1 man jumped off his balcony from the
> 6th floor. There's also said to be a black widow
> that walks along the hallways of the building. I
> have never seen her but security in the building
> has. They change security alot because they
> eventually get scared. The last guy that was there
> before I moved was found in the hallway from the
> building utility loading dock passed out and
> covered in blood from a nose bleed because he saw
> her I was told. Or maybe he just tripped and
> banged his nose LOL. Either way he didn't come
> back.
Wow, that's very interesting. There was a recent murder/suicide there as well...
Two Die in Apparent Murder-Suicide in Fairfax County
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/1219468/1220574.html#msg-1220574
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> Also the Skyline Towers in falls church is haunted
> as hell. I used to live there when I was a kid and
> there were so many suicides in that building for
> some reason. 1 man jumped off his balcony from the
> 6th floor. There's also said to be a black widow
> that walks along the hallways of the building. I
> have never seen her but security in the building
> has. They change security alot because they
> eventually get scared. The last guy that was there
> before I moved was found in the hallway from the
> building utility loading dock passed out and
> covered in blood from a nose bleed because he saw
> her I was told. Or maybe he just tripped and
> banged his nose LOL. Either way he didn't come
> back.
Wow, that's very interesting. There was a recent murder/suicide there as well...
Two Die in Apparent Murder-Suicide in Fairfax County
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/1219468/1220574.html#msg-1220574
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Jasper
()
Date: November 20, 2013 08:12AM
I've had some pretty spooky unexplained things happen to me. In 1990 my first son was born. My wife and I had put him in his crib bundled (he was a newborn) and we went to sleep. In the middle of the night I heard the baby cry so I got up from the bed as I saw my wife didn't and went to go pick him up. I gently lifted him and starting walking back and forth patting his back and humming to him. Then I hear my wife say Honey, what are you holding? The baby's right here. As I turned my head towards her and see the baby in her arms and quickly throw whatever I had to the other side of the room and the blanket just collapsed flat on the ground. I never found an explanation but I've never been more freaked out. My second experience was 3 years after that. I ran into a family friend of mine I haven't seen in a while and he invited us to spend Thanksgiving with them. The night went good and it was time for everyone to eat at the table. I went into the kitchen to get some things and as I walk in I already felt as something wasn't right. I then heard a child's voice saying help me help me please. It was coming from a corner door in the kitchen. All the children were at the table already but you never know so I get closer to the door and the voice gets louder. As I open the door I see stairs to go down and it was dark. I thought "why would there be a basement in the kitchen" then the voice got deeper. My senses said walk away. So I closed the door. Suddenly the knob started shaking. When I quickly opened it again the "stairs" disappeared. It was just a kitchen spice closet. I'll never know what that was and if I would have gone down those stairs what would have happened.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
FuuuuckNo
()
Date: November 20, 2013 08:52AM
Oh my god... I don't fuck with Skyline appts. My friend invited me for a sleep over like 6 years ago. I was sleeping in one of the beds and something just grabbed me by my ankles and started pulling me toward the bottom of the bed. As i was being pulled i could see my friend and the other girl sleeping in the bunk beds across from me. I couldn't speak I just couldn't do anything. All I did was pray. It let go of me and I scooted back up, crossed my legs Indian style and covered myself completely with the blanket. I fell asleep praying. They never said anything to me the next day nor did I because I didn't wanna sound crazy. I sleep in the same position till today
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Skyline Towers
()
Date: November 20, 2013 10:35AM
Found this article on Skyline Towers and it seemed relevant to the conversation:
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THE DAY THAT SHOOK BAILEY'S CROSSROADS
http://tbwb.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-that-shook-baileys-crossroads.html
[November 29th] -- I was thinking about the Senators the other day, and got to thinking about my time growing up as a kid in an area from roughly T.C. Williams High School (it wasn't there yet) to Seven Corners Shopping Center. I saw a lot of things happen from 1960-1974 -- some I remember, some I don't. But I do remember that day in March, 1973.
The Skyline Apartments in Northern Virginia is today one of the most attractive complexes that were built in the mid 1970's. It has been renovated several times to keep up with the times, and provides a warm and attractive place to live
I doubt that many people know today that one of its buildings collapsed, killing several workers.
The construction of the Skyline Towers began in the early 1970's. The site was just north of Bailey's Crossroads in Northern Virginia, on the site of the old "piper cub airport." It had a more proper name, the "Washington-Virginia Airport." It sat on a prime piece of real estate that bordered both Seminary Road and Rout 7. Because of it's location, the Pentagon often used it for helicoptor and small aircraft trials. I remember the Goodyear blimp landing there sometime in the early to mid 1960's, and heard about some old WWII planes dressed up as Japanese fighters landing there on their way to stardom in the movie "Tora Tora Tora." By 1970, however, the encroachment of housing and telephone lines made it difficult for pilots to safely land there, and the airport that was built on Mary Cornelius’ property during World War II was sold to developers for apartment construction.
I lived on the 7th floor of the Woodlake Towers Apartments, and once the building's construction reached the third floor, I could see the towers grow from our balcony. By my senior year, 1974, the skeleton for the first building had just about reached its apex. Although the buildings began to loom over the area, we didn't give them much thought.
That is, until "that" day.
I was riding school bus #724 home from J.E.B. Stuart High School when a police car whizzed by, siren on, very unusual in Fairfax County. Within a few moments, another squad car shot past the bus heading down Columbia Pike towards Bailey's Crossroads. Suddenly, the local fire company blared its siren and its fire engines and emergency vehicles shot in the same direction. We knew something was happening, but we weren't sure what.
I entered my apartment, turned on WTTG channel 5 and made my favorite post school-day snack, a cheese sandwich with sesame crust bread. I lounged on the couch for a couple minutes and then walked by the balcony and glanced in the direction of the Skyline Towers. Something seemed different. Instead of just one building, there were two. I didn't understand. I pointed my telescope towards the building and the story became painfully clear. Part of the top floor caved in, in turn forcing each concrete slab down on the lower floor, beginning a downward domino effect that tore the building in two. Dust was still in the air and helicopters were circling the building. It was horrendous.
If memory serves, 11 men died when the concrete floors pancaked on their way down. A few months later, it was determined that the general contractor used substandard materials and to make matters worse, didn't use enough rebarb in the poor quality concrete. It was a disaster waiting to happen.
Today, the towers are beautiful and serve their tenants well. But 30 years ago, the first building suffered a loss of both integrity and lives. I'd bet this story would come as a surprise to most living in the community today.
"Screech's Best Friend" From "Nats 320" left a comment that said in part, "There is a Burke & Herbert Bank located on Seminary Road, which, at the time of the airport's existence--was on the south side of the runway. ToyRUs was on the North Side of the runway on Rte 7--Leesburg Pike. Even today, that Burke & Herbert Bank has the RED RUNWAY LANDING LIGHTS on top of its building--lining up with the NW-SE Runway that existed at that time. TRU later moved back--onto the site of the actual runway, and still exists there today." There you go, Screech. I found pictures of the bank showing the landing lights. Thanks for pointing that out.
Attachments:
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THE DAY THAT SHOOK BAILEY'S CROSSROADS
http://tbwb.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-that-shook-baileys-crossroads.html
[November 29th] -- I was thinking about the Senators the other day, and got to thinking about my time growing up as a kid in an area from roughly T.C. Williams High School (it wasn't there yet) to Seven Corners Shopping Center. I saw a lot of things happen from 1960-1974 -- some I remember, some I don't. But I do remember that day in March, 1973.
The Skyline Apartments in Northern Virginia is today one of the most attractive complexes that were built in the mid 1970's. It has been renovated several times to keep up with the times, and provides a warm and attractive place to live
I doubt that many people know today that one of its buildings collapsed, killing several workers.
The construction of the Skyline Towers began in the early 1970's. The site was just north of Bailey's Crossroads in Northern Virginia, on the site of the old "piper cub airport." It had a more proper name, the "Washington-Virginia Airport." It sat on a prime piece of real estate that bordered both Seminary Road and Rout 7. Because of it's location, the Pentagon often used it for helicoptor and small aircraft trials. I remember the Goodyear blimp landing there sometime in the early to mid 1960's, and heard about some old WWII planes dressed up as Japanese fighters landing there on their way to stardom in the movie "Tora Tora Tora." By 1970, however, the encroachment of housing and telephone lines made it difficult for pilots to safely land there, and the airport that was built on Mary Cornelius’ property during World War II was sold to developers for apartment construction.
I lived on the 7th floor of the Woodlake Towers Apartments, and once the building's construction reached the third floor, I could see the towers grow from our balcony. By my senior year, 1974, the skeleton for the first building had just about reached its apex. Although the buildings began to loom over the area, we didn't give them much thought.
That is, until "that" day.
I was riding school bus #724 home from J.E.B. Stuart High School when a police car whizzed by, siren on, very unusual in Fairfax County. Within a few moments, another squad car shot past the bus heading down Columbia Pike towards Bailey's Crossroads. Suddenly, the local fire company blared its siren and its fire engines and emergency vehicles shot in the same direction. We knew something was happening, but we weren't sure what.
I entered my apartment, turned on WTTG channel 5 and made my favorite post school-day snack, a cheese sandwich with sesame crust bread. I lounged on the couch for a couple minutes and then walked by the balcony and glanced in the direction of the Skyline Towers. Something seemed different. Instead of just one building, there were two. I didn't understand. I pointed my telescope towards the building and the story became painfully clear. Part of the top floor caved in, in turn forcing each concrete slab down on the lower floor, beginning a downward domino effect that tore the building in two. Dust was still in the air and helicopters were circling the building. It was horrendous.
If memory serves, 11 men died when the concrete floors pancaked on their way down. A few months later, it was determined that the general contractor used substandard materials and to make matters worse, didn't use enough rebarb in the poor quality concrete. It was a disaster waiting to happen.
Today, the towers are beautiful and serve their tenants well. But 30 years ago, the first building suffered a loss of both integrity and lives. I'd bet this story would come as a surprise to most living in the community today.
"Screech's Best Friend" From "Nats 320" left a comment that said in part, "There is a Burke & Herbert Bank located on Seminary Road, which, at the time of the airport's existence--was on the south side of the runway. ToyRUs was on the North Side of the runway on Rte 7--Leesburg Pike. Even today, that Burke & Herbert Bank has the RED RUNWAY LANDING LIGHTS on top of its building--lining up with the NW-SE Runway that existed at that time. TRU later moved back--onto the site of the actual runway, and still exists there today." There you go, Screech. I found pictures of the bank showing the landing lights. Thanks for pointing that out.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Skyline Towers
()
Date: November 20, 2013 10:36AM
There has been rumors for years that 2 bodies were never found and their ghosts haunt the parking deck under the East Tower. Never believed it.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost Hunter
()
Date: November 20, 2013 10:37AM
This poor guy tried to rent his apartment at one point. No one would because there were "too many ghosts there".
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read.php?2,313660,313791,quote=1
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read.php?2,313660,313791,quote=1
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
gloria46231
()
Date: November 20, 2013 02:08PM
gainesville2013 Wrote:
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> Not in fairfax but close by in gainesville. I was
> walking around some condos, when I first walk
> through them I felt fine but when I was coming
> back everything felt different. When I got closer
> I started to hear crying and weeps. I didn't pay
> much attention to it. As I got closer to that
> condo I didn't hear the crying and weeping anymore
> but I could hear what clearly was a woman's
> laughter. As I came around the corner I saw what I
> thought to be a girl playing on the ground just
> outside of the condo. At the moment I saw her
> everything changed, the environment, the wind,
> myself. Now this was around 11:30 pm. So I thought
> it was it was kind of strange that there was a
> little girl playing at this time.
>
> As I walked past her she started to change. When I
> was across the street from her it's like she grew
> she looked bigger. Once I was behind and far from
> her I looked back. She looked like an old woman.
> Hair completely white, she was wearing a white
> dress. There was something behind her, a thick
> black mass. As I move away from her or it the
> black mass changes size and moved around. I decide
> to just keep walking. When I was faraway from the
> condo everything went back to normal I felt safe
> again, I kept walking on the side walk. A car went
> past me at the same time a small black thing went
> across my face almost hitting me.
>
> Could this black thing be the same black mass
> behind the strange woman or just a bird, I don't
> know I'm not sure and honestly I don't want to
> know.
Are they the condos across from the elementary school? Please email me and let me know @ gloria46231@yahoo.com.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Not in fairfax but close by in gainesville. I was
> walking around some condos, when I first walk
> through them I felt fine but when I was coming
> back everything felt different. When I got closer
> I started to hear crying and weeps. I didn't pay
> much attention to it. As I got closer to that
> condo I didn't hear the crying and weeping anymore
> but I could hear what clearly was a woman's
> laughter. As I came around the corner I saw what I
> thought to be a girl playing on the ground just
> outside of the condo. At the moment I saw her
> everything changed, the environment, the wind,
> myself. Now this was around 11:30 pm. So I thought
> it was it was kind of strange that there was a
> little girl playing at this time.
>
> As I walked past her she started to change. When I
> was across the street from her it's like she grew
> she looked bigger. Once I was behind and far from
> her I looked back. She looked like an old woman.
> Hair completely white, she was wearing a white
> dress. There was something behind her, a thick
> black mass. As I move away from her or it the
> black mass changes size and moved around. I decide
> to just keep walking. When I was faraway from the
> condo everything went back to normal I felt safe
> again, I kept walking on the side walk. A car went
> past me at the same time a small black thing went
> across my face almost hitting me.
>
> Could this black thing be the same black mass
> behind the strange woman or just a bird, I don't
> know I'm not sure and honestly I don't want to
> know.
Are they the condos across from the elementary school? Please email me and let me know @ gloria46231@yahoo.com.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Brandon Kriner
()
Date: November 21, 2013 07:30AM
Skyline Towers Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Found this article on Skyline Towers and it seemed
> relevant to the conversation:
>
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>
> THE DAY THAT SHOOK BAILEY'S CROSSROADS
> http://tbwb.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-that-shook-ba
> ileys-crossroads.html
>
> [November 29th] -- I was thinking about the
> Senators the other day, and got to thinking about
> my time growing up as a kid in an area from
> roughly T.C. Williams High School (it wasn't there
> yet) to Seven Corners Shopping Center. I saw a lot
> of things happen from 1960-1974 -- some I
> remember, some I don't. But I do remember that day
> in March, 1973.
>
> The Skyline Apartments in Northern Virginia is
> today one of the most attractive complexes that
> were built in the mid 1970's. It has been
> renovated several times to keep up with the times,
> and provides a warm and attractive place to live
>
> I doubt that many people know today that one of
> its buildings collapsed, killing several workers.
>
> The construction of the Skyline Towers began in
> the early 1970's. The site was just north of
> Bailey's Crossroads in Northern Virginia, on the
> site of the old "piper cub airport." It had a more
> proper name, the "Washington-Virginia Airport." It
> sat on a prime piece of real estate that bordered
> both Seminary Road and Rout 7. Because of it's
> location, the Pentagon often used it for
> helicoptor and small aircraft trials. I remember
> the Goodyear blimp landing there sometime in the
> early to mid 1960's, and heard about some old WWII
> planes dressed up as Japanese fighters landing
> there on their way to stardom in the movie "Tora
> Tora Tora." By 1970, however, the encroachment of
> housing and telephone lines made it difficult for
> pilots to safely land there, and the airport that
> was built on Mary Cornelius’ property during
> World War II was sold to developers for apartment
> construction.
>
> I lived on the 7th floor of the Woodlake Towers
> Apartments, and once the building's construction
> reached the third floor, I could see the towers
> grow from our balcony. By my senior year, 1974,
> the skeleton for the first building had just about
> reached its apex. Although the buildings began to
> loom over the area, we didn't give them much
> thought.
>
> That is, until "that" day.
>
> I was riding school bus #724 home from J.E.B.
> Stuart High School when a police car whizzed by,
> siren on, very unusual in Fairfax County. Within a
> few moments, another squad car shot past the bus
> heading down Columbia Pike towards Bailey's
> Crossroads. Suddenly, the local fire company
> blared its siren and its fire engines and
> emergency vehicles shot in the same direction. We
> knew something was happening, but we weren't sure
> what.
>
> I entered my apartment, turned on WTTG channel 5
> and made my favorite post school-day snack, a
> cheese sandwich with sesame crust bread. I lounged
> on the couch for a couple minutes and then walked
> by the balcony and glanced in the direction of the
> Skyline Towers. Something seemed different.
> Instead of just one building, there were two. I
> didn't understand. I pointed my telescope towards
> the building and the story became painfully clear.
> Part of the top floor caved in, in turn forcing
> each concrete slab down on the lower floor,
> beginning a downward domino effect that tore the
> building in two. Dust was still in the air and
> helicopters were circling the building. It was
> horrendous.
>
> If memory serves, 11 men died when the concrete
> floors pancaked on their way down. A few months
> later, it was determined that the general
> contractor used substandard materials and to make
> matters worse, didn't use enough rebarb in the
> poor quality concrete. It was a disaster waiting
> to happen.
>
> Today, the towers are beautiful and serve their
> tenants well. But 30 years ago, the first building
> suffered a loss of both integrity and lives. I'd
> bet this story would come as a surprise to most
> living in the community today.
>
> "Screech's Best Friend" From "Nats 320" left a
> comment that said in part, "There is a Burke &
> Herbert Bank located on Seminary Road, which, at
> the time of the airport's existence--was on the
> south side of the runway. ToyRUs was on the North
> Side of the runway on Rte 7--Leesburg Pike. Even
> today, that Burke & Herbert Bank has the RED
> RUNWAY LANDING LIGHTS on top of its
> building--lining up with the NW-SE Runway that
> existed at that time. TRU later moved back--onto
> the site of the actual runway, and still exists
> there today." There you go, Screech. I found
> pictures of the bank showing the landing lights.
> Thanks for pointing that out.
There is a Burke & Herbert Bank located on Seminary Road, which, at the time of the airport's existence--was on the south side of the runway. ToyRUs was on the North Side of the runway on Rte 7--Leesburg Pike. Even today, that Burke & Herbert Bank has the RED RUNWAY LANDING LIGHTS on top of its building--lining up with the NW-SE Runway that existed at that time. TRU later moved back--onto the site of the actual runway, and still exists there today.
As amazing as it may seem--My brother, Michael and I were at the Jack In The Box with some TC WIlliams/Hammond HS friends, less than 500 yards away, east of RTE 7, when the building collapsed. The sound was EARTHQUAKE LIKE. That Jack In The Box, is now a Popeyes Fried Chicken.
There has been rumors for years that 2 bodies were never found and their ghosts haunt the parking deck under the East Tower. Never believed it.
You'll be pleased to know that the Seven Corners and Bailey's Crossroads areas are still firmly entrenched in the 1960s and 70s...kind of run down at this point, actually. And yes, and its true, Baileys CrossRoads and Seven Corners are just part of the strip mall set the area has become.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Found this article on Skyline Towers and it seemed
> relevant to the conversation:
>
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>
> THE DAY THAT SHOOK BAILEY'S CROSSROADS
> http://tbwb.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-that-shook-ba
> ileys-crossroads.html
>
> [November 29th] -- I was thinking about the
> Senators the other day, and got to thinking about
> my time growing up as a kid in an area from
> roughly T.C. Williams High School (it wasn't there
> yet) to Seven Corners Shopping Center. I saw a lot
> of things happen from 1960-1974 -- some I
> remember, some I don't. But I do remember that day
> in March, 1973.
>
> The Skyline Apartments in Northern Virginia is
> today one of the most attractive complexes that
> were built in the mid 1970's. It has been
> renovated several times to keep up with the times,
> and provides a warm and attractive place to live
>
> I doubt that many people know today that one of
> its buildings collapsed, killing several workers.
>
> The construction of the Skyline Towers began in
> the early 1970's. The site was just north of
> Bailey's Crossroads in Northern Virginia, on the
> site of the old "piper cub airport." It had a more
> proper name, the "Washington-Virginia Airport." It
> sat on a prime piece of real estate that bordered
> both Seminary Road and Rout 7. Because of it's
> location, the Pentagon often used it for
> helicoptor and small aircraft trials. I remember
> the Goodyear blimp landing there sometime in the
> early to mid 1960's, and heard about some old WWII
> planes dressed up as Japanese fighters landing
> there on their way to stardom in the movie "Tora
> Tora Tora." By 1970, however, the encroachment of
> housing and telephone lines made it difficult for
> pilots to safely land there, and the airport that
> was built on Mary Cornelius’ property during
> World War II was sold to developers for apartment
> construction.
>
> I lived on the 7th floor of the Woodlake Towers
> Apartments, and once the building's construction
> reached the third floor, I could see the towers
> grow from our balcony. By my senior year, 1974,
> the skeleton for the first building had just about
> reached its apex. Although the buildings began to
> loom over the area, we didn't give them much
> thought.
>
> That is, until "that" day.
>
> I was riding school bus #724 home from J.E.B.
> Stuart High School when a police car whizzed by,
> siren on, very unusual in Fairfax County. Within a
> few moments, another squad car shot past the bus
> heading down Columbia Pike towards Bailey's
> Crossroads. Suddenly, the local fire company
> blared its siren and its fire engines and
> emergency vehicles shot in the same direction. We
> knew something was happening, but we weren't sure
> what.
>
> I entered my apartment, turned on WTTG channel 5
> and made my favorite post school-day snack, a
> cheese sandwich with sesame crust bread. I lounged
> on the couch for a couple minutes and then walked
> by the balcony and glanced in the direction of the
> Skyline Towers. Something seemed different.
> Instead of just one building, there were two. I
> didn't understand. I pointed my telescope towards
> the building and the story became painfully clear.
> Part of the top floor caved in, in turn forcing
> each concrete slab down on the lower floor,
> beginning a downward domino effect that tore the
> building in two. Dust was still in the air and
> helicopters were circling the building. It was
> horrendous.
>
> If memory serves, 11 men died when the concrete
> floors pancaked on their way down. A few months
> later, it was determined that the general
> contractor used substandard materials and to make
> matters worse, didn't use enough rebarb in the
> poor quality concrete. It was a disaster waiting
> to happen.
>
> Today, the towers are beautiful and serve their
> tenants well. But 30 years ago, the first building
> suffered a loss of both integrity and lives. I'd
> bet this story would come as a surprise to most
> living in the community today.
>
> "Screech's Best Friend" From "Nats 320" left a
> comment that said in part, "There is a Burke &
> Herbert Bank located on Seminary Road, which, at
> the time of the airport's existence--was on the
> south side of the runway. ToyRUs was on the North
> Side of the runway on Rte 7--Leesburg Pike. Even
> today, that Burke & Herbert Bank has the RED
> RUNWAY LANDING LIGHTS on top of its
> building--lining up with the NW-SE Runway that
> existed at that time. TRU later moved back--onto
> the site of the actual runway, and still exists
> there today." There you go, Screech. I found
> pictures of the bank showing the landing lights.
> Thanks for pointing that out.
There is a Burke & Herbert Bank located on Seminary Road, which, at the time of the airport's existence--was on the south side of the runway. ToyRUs was on the North Side of the runway on Rte 7--Leesburg Pike. Even today, that Burke & Herbert Bank has the RED RUNWAY LANDING LIGHTS on top of its building--lining up with the NW-SE Runway that existed at that time. TRU later moved back--onto the site of the actual runway, and still exists there today.
As amazing as it may seem--My brother, Michael and I were at the Jack In The Box with some TC WIlliams/Hammond HS friends, less than 500 yards away, east of RTE 7, when the building collapsed. The sound was EARTHQUAKE LIKE. That Jack In The Box, is now a Popeyes Fried Chicken.
There has been rumors for years that 2 bodies were never found and their ghosts haunt the parking deck under the East Tower. Never believed it.
You'll be pleased to know that the Seven Corners and Bailey's Crossroads areas are still firmly entrenched in the 1960s and 70s...kind of run down at this point, actually. And yes, and its true, Baileys CrossRoads and Seven Corners are just part of the strip mall set the area has become.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
timbo
()
Date: November 21, 2013 07:37AM
Me living in Virginia now for 18 years has never been as amazing and memorable than living in Baileys Crossroads. My friend use to live in Skyline plaza and said that they wanted to move because of they scary things they were hearing at night (they lived on the basement floor). I went to Baileys Elem, Glasgow and am now a Senior at J.E.B. Stuart HS. I love Baileys CrossRoads.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Bob Taylor
()
Date: November 21, 2013 07:46AM
I read this thread and it brought back many memories. I was working there that day. I worked for Charles E. Smith Building Corp and ran the "Man Lift" (another name for personnel elevator) for the site. I could talk for hours about that day and it would take me weeks to put that down in printed words, so I'll just make a few comments about the article and a couple of the comments.
It didn't collapse in 1974. It collapsed on Mar 2, 1973.
It was not the first building constructed. It was actually building 3. The first set of 2 buildings was completed and building 1 was already occupied with building 2 about to be occupied. (This I know because I was dating a girl who lived in building 1 and I'd visit her for lunch).
It was said that 11 men died. It was really 14. 3 men were in the garage that collapsed. Of the 11, a company called Mayfair Drywall from Rockport MD lost it's entire crew on site that day. They were working on the 5th floor and never heard any warnings from all the workers scrambling to get out.
Someone else said they were stripping the concrete from the top floor. Then top floor was the 23rd and was the one being poured. the 22nd floor was the one being stripped. The labor crew for Robert Miller Concrete Constr. had been on the 20th floor that morning stripping under the 21st floor which they finished just before lunch. It was Friday afternoon just after lunch when they moved to the 21st and began cutting the steel column bands. It was then that they noticed the concrete columns holding up the still uncured 22nd floor had started to expand and the ceiling was sagging. They evacuated. The crane operator (last name Taylor, but no relation to me) noticed the crane was beginning to list to the side and climbed down. As everybody on the top floor ran one way, Mr Taylor and a labored named Butch ran in the other direction. The building then collapsed in the middle, leaving the 2 of them atop the now skinny tower that now had no stairway. They spent close to man hour on that swaying tower before a helicopter from Ft Belvoir picked them off the top.
I also remember half of a stairway surviving intact with my foreman Martin "Shorty" Lawton crawling out from it alive and covered entirely in gray concrete dust from head to toe. It was just weird to look at.
After the head count at our trailers. I wandered over to the FairLanes bowling alley next door to make a phone call to my family up in the Boston area because they were sure to hear it on the news that night. A waitress walked up to me as I was dialing, put a cold beer in my hand, and said, "This is on me".
The rest of the story would take hours to retell, so I'll just leave it that.
It didn't collapse in 1974. It collapsed on Mar 2, 1973.
It was not the first building constructed. It was actually building 3. The first set of 2 buildings was completed and building 1 was already occupied with building 2 about to be occupied. (This I know because I was dating a girl who lived in building 1 and I'd visit her for lunch).
It was said that 11 men died. It was really 14. 3 men were in the garage that collapsed. Of the 11, a company called Mayfair Drywall from Rockport MD lost it's entire crew on site that day. They were working on the 5th floor and never heard any warnings from all the workers scrambling to get out.
Someone else said they were stripping the concrete from the top floor. Then top floor was the 23rd and was the one being poured. the 22nd floor was the one being stripped. The labor crew for Robert Miller Concrete Constr. had been on the 20th floor that morning stripping under the 21st floor which they finished just before lunch. It was Friday afternoon just after lunch when they moved to the 21st and began cutting the steel column bands. It was then that they noticed the concrete columns holding up the still uncured 22nd floor had started to expand and the ceiling was sagging. They evacuated. The crane operator (last name Taylor, but no relation to me) noticed the crane was beginning to list to the side and climbed down. As everybody on the top floor ran one way, Mr Taylor and a labored named Butch ran in the other direction. The building then collapsed in the middle, leaving the 2 of them atop the now skinny tower that now had no stairway. They spent close to man hour on that swaying tower before a helicopter from Ft Belvoir picked them off the top.
I also remember half of a stairway surviving intact with my foreman Martin "Shorty" Lawton crawling out from it alive and covered entirely in gray concrete dust from head to toe. It was just weird to look at.
After the head count at our trailers. I wandered over to the FairLanes bowling alley next door to make a phone call to my family up in the Boston area because they were sure to hear it on the news that night. A waitress walked up to me as I was dialing, put a cold beer in my hand, and said, "This is on me".
The rest of the story would take hours to retell, so I'll just leave it that.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
BrentJ
()
Date: November 21, 2013 08:25AM
Before moving overseas in August, I lived the last 5 years in the Skyline Square condo complex, which is one of the four Skyline complexes. The story of the collapsed tower and the fact that the whole place is on the site of a former airport is well-known and soon reported to newcomers in Skyline Square, at least. Possibly because we still have a fair number of original owners that moved in when the complex was new. I even had the airport lights on the bank pointed out to me early on.
But help me on this, I thought the building that collapsed was actually part of what today is the Skyline PLAZA condo complex, on George Mason Drive at Rt 7, instead of Skyline Towers apartment buildings on Seminary Rd at Carlin Springs road. Wasn't Skyline Plaza the first of the four complexes to be built on the site? I know mine was built in 1982, and that was one of the later ones.
But help me on this, I thought the building that collapsed was actually part of what today is the Skyline PLAZA condo complex, on George Mason Drive at Rt 7, instead of Skyline Towers apartment buildings on Seminary Rd at Carlin Springs road. Wasn't Skyline Plaza the first of the four complexes to be built on the site? I know mine was built in 1982, and that was one of the later ones.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Radfordgurl2010
()
Date: November 21, 2013 08:27AM
I once saw a man walk out on the lower structure of the railroad bridge here and when he got to the middle he jumped. Before he hit the water below he vanished into thin air and there was no splash. I though it must be a trick of my mind or something.
I asked around and someone told me that there have been others who have seen the same thing. Does anyone know if there have been any suicides on this particular bridge that could explain this haunting.
If someone who reads this has seen this as well please post your experience.
I asked around and someone told me that there have been others who have seen the same thing. Does anyone know if there have been any suicides on this particular bridge that could explain this haunting.
If someone who reads this has seen this as well please post your experience.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Herndonite
()
Date: November 21, 2013 08:30AM
I'm visiting my mother here in Danville, me and my 3 year old boy. He was playing in our room laughing, he was alone in there. We asked who he was talking to, he said his friend.. While we were sitting here a phone had been dead in my purse for a month wouldn't cut on.
We hear a little boy singing from my purse, the phone was on and fully charged. There were no songs or anything on this phone.
We hear a little boy singing from my purse, the phone was on and fully charged. There were no songs or anything on this phone.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Bob Taylor
()
Date: November 21, 2013 08:31AM
BrentJ Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Before moving overseas in August, I lived the last
> 5 years in the Skyline Square condo complex, which
> is one of the four Skyline complexes. The story of
> the collapsed tower and the fact that the whole
> place is on the site of a former airport is
> well-known and soon reported to newcomers in
> Skyline Square, at least. Possibly because we
> still have a fair number of original owners that
> moved in when the complex was new. I even had the
> airport lights on the bank pointed out to me early
> on.
>
> But help me on this, I thought the building that
> collapsed was actually part of what today is the
> Skyline PLAZA condo complex, on George Mason Drive
> at Rt 7, instead of Skyline Towers apartment
> buildings on Seminary Rd at Carlin Springs road.
> Wasn't Skyline Plaza the first of the four
> complexes to be built on the site? I know mine was
> built in 1982, and that was one of the later ones.
Did a little bit of checking and and I have to correct myself on a couple of points. It was the 24th floor that was being poured, the crew had moved to the 22nd floor and was stripping the underside of the 23rd floor.
I see people referring to Miller and Long Construction Co, but I still remember the name Robert Miller Concrete Constr. Maybe I'm wrong or maybe it was a division of Miller and Long. The crane operator's name was Joe Taylor. Besides myself and Joe, there was another Taylor on the job. Charlie Taylor was the job's building superintendent for Charles E Smith.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Before moving overseas in August, I lived the last
> 5 years in the Skyline Square condo complex, which
> is one of the four Skyline complexes. The story of
> the collapsed tower and the fact that the whole
> place is on the site of a former airport is
> well-known and soon reported to newcomers in
> Skyline Square, at least. Possibly because we
> still have a fair number of original owners that
> moved in when the complex was new. I even had the
> airport lights on the bank pointed out to me early
> on.
>
> But help me on this, I thought the building that
> collapsed was actually part of what today is the
> Skyline PLAZA condo complex, on George Mason Drive
> at Rt 7, instead of Skyline Towers apartment
> buildings on Seminary Rd at Carlin Springs road.
> Wasn't Skyline Plaza the first of the four
> complexes to be built on the site? I know mine was
> built in 1982, and that was one of the later ones.
Did a little bit of checking and and I have to correct myself on a couple of points. It was the 24th floor that was being poured, the crew had moved to the 22nd floor and was stripping the underside of the 23rd floor.
I see people referring to Miller and Long Construction Co, but I still remember the name Robert Miller Concrete Constr. Maybe I'm wrong or maybe it was a division of Miller and Long. The crane operator's name was Joe Taylor. Besides myself and Joe, there was another Taylor on the job. Charlie Taylor was the job's building superintendent for Charles E Smith.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Danville Confederate prison
()
Date: November 23, 2013 04:06PM
Went to the old Danville Confederate prison and captured this image on the 3rd floor where almost 1000 soldiers died.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Steve
()
Date: November 26, 2013 06:56AM
Boo Boo Jeff Wrote:
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> I was over at Hidden Pond playing tennis the other
> evening with my girlfriend when we decided to walk
> over to the water fountain on trail towards the
> nature center. While there we saw a misty figure
> just float across the meadow into the brush.
>
> My girlfriend was scared but I followed it some
> and it just vanished.
Jeff, I found an old map while doing an Eagle Scout project at the park, that place called Morris road was on it-it is now a new development that I don't think was there back in the 70s. While working on the trail at the park (there is a wooden bridge there but the ranger who runs the place said there used to be an old metal pipe with a dirt road over it.
Did Morris road run up to where Greeley is and the park entrance? Because it sure looks like an old road. The rangers said that it shows up on an old post office route map from the early 1900s. Anyway right by the wood bridge (built by Eagle Scouts) there is a pile of bricks like a caved in building - was there an old brick building there as well?.
-------------------------------------------------------
> I was over at Hidden Pond playing tennis the other
> evening with my girlfriend when we decided to walk
> over to the water fountain on trail towards the
> nature center. While there we saw a misty figure
> just float across the meadow into the brush.
>
> My girlfriend was scared but I followed it some
> and it just vanished.
Jeff, I found an old map while doing an Eagle Scout project at the park, that place called Morris road was on it-it is now a new development that I don't think was there back in the 70s. While working on the trail at the park (there is a wooden bridge there but the ranger who runs the place said there used to be an old metal pipe with a dirt road over it.
Did Morris road run up to where Greeley is and the park entrance? Because it sure looks like an old road. The rangers said that it shows up on an old post office route map from the early 1900s. Anyway right by the wood bridge (built by Eagle Scouts) there is a pile of bricks like a caved in building - was there an old brick building there as well?.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
sandra levy
()
Date: November 26, 2013 08:56AM
Love reading these stories and made me think of our own paranormal experiences in our family. My family has lived in Seaford Va since 1963. We moved to Back Creek from Crockett Road
(which has it's own ghosts!! ) in the late 1970s. We were the first non family to own the Montgomery house on Back Creek Road. It is haunted as all get out! First dad put a porch swing
up in front of the picture window. You always felt that someone was staring at you and annoyed with you when you were on the swing. Something evil lives in the garage!! You can feel it
just seething!
I hated the garage even in the daytime with all the overhead doors open!! At night I would run past it into the house! After we moved in we would hear huge ''crashes'' daytime or nighttime
like a dresser fell over we would run upstairs and nothing. We would find the bathroom door locked and the water in the sink turned on with the drain stop closed. We frequently realized this
was happening when the water started to come through the light fixture in the kitchen. Last but not nearly least I felt pressure on my feet one night and woke up and Mrs. Montgomery was
sitting on the end of my bed. I literally could not breathe. We found out later that Mrs. Montgomery would always sit in a chair by the picture window...
She was the one who was irritated that we blocked her view when we were on the swing. Seaford has a ton of haunted properties and areas as it has been around since the early 1700s. We could
tell stories all day about that place. Everything we found out about the people that lived in our house matched up with everything we experienced. If you buy an old family home the spirits
recognize the difference between strangers and relatives..It stirs them up! Beware!!
(which has it's own ghosts!! ) in the late 1970s. We were the first non family to own the Montgomery house on Back Creek Road. It is haunted as all get out! First dad put a porch swing
up in front of the picture window. You always felt that someone was staring at you and annoyed with you when you were on the swing. Something evil lives in the garage!! You can feel it
just seething!
I hated the garage even in the daytime with all the overhead doors open!! At night I would run past it into the house! After we moved in we would hear huge ''crashes'' daytime or nighttime
like a dresser fell over we would run upstairs and nothing. We would find the bathroom door locked and the water in the sink turned on with the drain stop closed. We frequently realized this
was happening when the water started to come through the light fixture in the kitchen. Last but not nearly least I felt pressure on my feet one night and woke up and Mrs. Montgomery was
sitting on the end of my bed. I literally could not breathe. We found out later that Mrs. Montgomery would always sit in a chair by the picture window...
She was the one who was irritated that we blocked her view when we were on the swing. Seaford has a ton of haunted properties and areas as it has been around since the early 1700s. We could
tell stories all day about that place. Everything we found out about the people that lived in our house matched up with everything we experienced. If you buy an old family home the spirits
recognize the difference between strangers and relatives..It stirs them up! Beware!!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Boo Boo Jeff
()
Date: November 26, 2013 09:02AM
Steve Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Boo Boo Jeff Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I was over at Hidden Pond playing tennis the
> other
> > evening with my girlfriend when we decided to
> walk
> > over to the water fountain on trail towards the
> > nature center. While there we saw a misty
> figure
> > just float across the meadow into the brush.
> >
> > My girlfriend was scared but I followed it some
> > and it just vanished.
>
> Jeff, I found an old map while doing an Eagle
> Scout project at the park, that place called
> Morris road was on it-it is now a new development
> that I don't think was there back in the 70s.
> While working on the trail at the park (there is a
> wooden bridge there but the ranger who runs the
> place said there used to be an old metal pipe with
> a dirt road over it.
>
> Did Morris road run up to where Greeley is and the
> park entrance? Because it sure looks like an old
> road. The rangers said that it shows up on an old
> post office route map from the early 1900s. Anyway
> right by the wood bridge (built by Eagle Scouts)
> there is a pile of bricks like a caved in building
> - was there an old brick building there as well?.
Steve, I think Morris road did run up to where Greeley is and the park entrance, but I can't be sure.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Boo Boo Jeff Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I was over at Hidden Pond playing tennis the
> other
> > evening with my girlfriend when we decided to
> walk
> > over to the water fountain on trail towards the
> > nature center. While there we saw a misty
> figure
> > just float across the meadow into the brush.
> >
> > My girlfriend was scared but I followed it some
> > and it just vanished.
>
> Jeff, I found an old map while doing an Eagle
> Scout project at the park, that place called
> Morris road was on it-it is now a new development
> that I don't think was there back in the 70s.
> While working on the trail at the park (there is a
> wooden bridge there but the ranger who runs the
> place said there used to be an old metal pipe with
> a dirt road over it.
>
> Did Morris road run up to where Greeley is and the
> park entrance? Because it sure looks like an old
> road. The rangers said that it shows up on an old
> post office route map from the early 1900s. Anyway
> right by the wood bridge (built by Eagle Scouts)
> there is a pile of bricks like a caved in building
> - was there an old brick building there as well?.
Steve, I think Morris road did run up to where Greeley is and the park entrance, but I can't be sure.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
deannah
()
Date: November 26, 2013 09:20AM
My family and I moved onto Fort Belvoir, Virginia on June 23, 2011. We were assigned this beautiful Victorian style home. It's new construction but the neighborhood has been here for quite some time so who know's what was here before us. George Washington's Mount Vernon is right down the road from the back gate by our neighborhood so it makes me wonder if this property possibly belonged to Mount Vernon at one time.
Anyway we wanted to get out of the hotel even though we had no furniture yet so we bought some air mattresses and decided to make due until our furniture was delivered. We walked through the house checking out every room, our dog was right along with us sniffing it all out. I noticed that Bandit (our dog) seemed uneasy while we were upstairs, her hackles were up almost the entire time we were up there. That's not like her at all, and her hair stayed like that until we came back downstairs. I didn't want to make a big deal out of it so I just brushed it off.
My hubby and kids decided to go run over to the store and pick up a desk for our laptop and tv we just bought. I stayed behind and decided to call my dad to let him know we got the house and were out of the hotel. We didn't have any chairs so I sat on the stairs while we talked, my dog was laying at my feet as usual. It was a pretty short call since he was working so when I hung up with him I planned to call my mom at home.
I hung up the phone and then I heard whispering coming from upstairs. My dog heard it too and she stood up, her hair went back up, and she just stared up the stairs. I sat there for a second thinking it must have been coming from outside, maybe in the neighbors back yard. But before I could get up to look I heard it again. It sounded like a little boy's voice. My dog looked at me and then up the stairs, and at this point I'm a little creeped out.
I got up and went to the backdoor and didn't hear or see anyone out there so I came in and went to the front door and checked and there wasn't anyone outside at all. The whole time my dog was right behind me, not letting me get very far from her. It made me wonder if that was why she was so nervous when we were upstairs earlier. Maybe she saw or sensed that was something up there.
We had only had the house for about an hour when the activity started. I'd never been in a place and had things start happening so fast. I didn't say anything to my family because I wanted to see if anything else happened to anyone other than myself before I told them what I heard.
Last week we were all sitting down having dinner at the table. My bedroom is directly above the dining room where our table sits. We were talking while eating and everything was good when we heard the floor up above us creak as if someone was walking around. These weren't big steps, but like a small child almost running. This time it wasn't just me that heard it, everyone did and they just looked up at the ceiling. It wasn't the dog because she won't go up there alone and we were all at the table with no one else in the house.
So I told my husband and kids what had happened the day we got the house. All of them weren't too surprised given some of the strange things that have happened over the years.
Anyway we wanted to get out of the hotel even though we had no furniture yet so we bought some air mattresses and decided to make due until our furniture was delivered. We walked through the house checking out every room, our dog was right along with us sniffing it all out. I noticed that Bandit (our dog) seemed uneasy while we were upstairs, her hackles were up almost the entire time we were up there. That's not like her at all, and her hair stayed like that until we came back downstairs. I didn't want to make a big deal out of it so I just brushed it off.
My hubby and kids decided to go run over to the store and pick up a desk for our laptop and tv we just bought. I stayed behind and decided to call my dad to let him know we got the house and were out of the hotel. We didn't have any chairs so I sat on the stairs while we talked, my dog was laying at my feet as usual. It was a pretty short call since he was working so when I hung up with him I planned to call my mom at home.
I hung up the phone and then I heard whispering coming from upstairs. My dog heard it too and she stood up, her hair went back up, and she just stared up the stairs. I sat there for a second thinking it must have been coming from outside, maybe in the neighbors back yard. But before I could get up to look I heard it again. It sounded like a little boy's voice. My dog looked at me and then up the stairs, and at this point I'm a little creeped out.
I got up and went to the backdoor and didn't hear or see anyone out there so I came in and went to the front door and checked and there wasn't anyone outside at all. The whole time my dog was right behind me, not letting me get very far from her. It made me wonder if that was why she was so nervous when we were upstairs earlier. Maybe she saw or sensed that was something up there.
We had only had the house for about an hour when the activity started. I'd never been in a place and had things start happening so fast. I didn't say anything to my family because I wanted to see if anything else happened to anyone other than myself before I told them what I heard.
Last week we were all sitting down having dinner at the table. My bedroom is directly above the dining room where our table sits. We were talking while eating and everything was good when we heard the floor up above us creak as if someone was walking around. These weren't big steps, but like a small child almost running. This time it wasn't just me that heard it, everyone did and they just looked up at the ceiling. It wasn't the dog because she won't go up there alone and we were all at the table with no one else in the house.
So I told my husband and kids what had happened the day we got the house. All of them weren't too surprised given some of the strange things that have happened over the years.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
skyline towers
()
Date: November 26, 2013 09:23AM
Skyline Towers Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Found this article on Skyline Towers and it seemed
> relevant to the conversation:
>
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>
> THE DAY THAT SHOOK BAILEY'S CROSSROADS
> http://tbwb.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-that-shook-ba
> ileys-crossroads.html
>
> [November 29th] -- I was thinking about the
> Senators the other day, and got to thinking about
> my time growing up as a kid in an area from
> roughly T.C. Williams High School (it wasn't there
> yet) to Seven Corners Shopping Center. I saw a lot
> of things happen from 1960-1974 -- some I
> remember, some I don't. But I do remember that day
> in March, 1973.
>
> The Skyline Apartments in Northern Virginia is
> today one of the most attractive complexes that
> were built in the mid 1970's. It has been
> renovated several times to keep up with the times,
> and provides a warm and attractive place to live
>
> I doubt that many people know today that one of
> its buildings collapsed, killing several workers.
>
> The construction of the Skyline Towers began in
> the early 1970's. The site was just north of
> Bailey's Crossroads in Northern Virginia, on the
> site of the old "piper cub airport." It had a more
> proper name, the "Washington-Virginia Airport." It
> sat on a prime piece of real estate that bordered
> both Seminary Road and Rout 7. Because of it's
> location, the Pentagon often used it for
> helicoptor and small aircraft trials. I remember
> the Goodyear blimp landing there sometime in the
> early to mid 1960's, and heard about some old WWII
> planes dressed up as Japanese fighters landing
> there on their way to stardom in the movie "Tora
> Tora Tora." By 1970, however, the encroachment of
> housing and telephone lines made it difficult for
> pilots to safely land there, and the airport that
> was built on Mary Cornelius’ property during
> World War II was sold to developers for apartment
> construction.
>
> I lived on the 7th floor of the Woodlake Towers
> Apartments, and once the building's construction
> reached the third floor, I could see the towers
> grow from our balcony. By my senior year, 1974,
> the skeleton for the first building had just about
> reached its apex. Although the buildings began to
> loom over the area, we didn't give them much
> thought.
>
> That is, until "that" day.
>
> I was riding school bus #724 home from J.E.B.
> Stuart High School when a police car whizzed by,
> siren on, very unusual in Fairfax County. Within a
> few moments, another squad car shot past the bus
> heading down Columbia Pike towards Bailey's
> Crossroads. Suddenly, the local fire company
> blared its siren and its fire engines and
> emergency vehicles shot in the same direction. We
> knew something was happening, but we weren't sure
> what.
>
> I entered my apartment, turned on WTTG channel 5
> and made my favorite post school-day snack, a
> cheese sandwich with sesame crust bread. I lounged
> on the couch for a couple minutes and then walked
> by the balcony and glanced in the direction of the
> Skyline Towers. Something seemed different.
> Instead of just one building, there were two. I
> didn't understand. I pointed my telescope towards
> the building and the story became painfully clear.
> Part of the top floor caved in, in turn forcing
> each concrete slab down on the lower floor,
> beginning a downward domino effect that tore the
> building in two. Dust was still in the air and
> helicopters were circling the building. It was
> horrendous.
>
> If memory serves, 11 men died when the concrete
> floors pancaked on their way down. A few months
> later, it was determined that the general
> contractor used substandard materials and to make
> matters worse, didn't use enough rebarb in the
> poor quality concrete. It was a disaster waiting
> to happen.
>
> Today, the towers are beautiful and serve their
> tenants well. But 30 years ago, the first building
> suffered a loss of both integrity and lives. I'd
> bet this story would come as a surprise to most
> living in the community today.
>
> "Screech's Best Friend" From "Nats 320" left a
> comment that said in part, "There is a Burke &
> Herbert Bank located on Seminary Road, which, at
> the time of the airport's existence--was on the
> south side of the runway. ToyRUs was on the North
> Side of the runway on Rte 7--Leesburg Pike. Even
> today, that Burke & Herbert Bank has the RED
> RUNWAY LANDING LIGHTS on top of its
> building--lining up with the NW-SE Runway that
> existed at that time. TRU later moved back--onto
> the site of the actual runway, and still exists
> there today." There you go, Screech. I found
> pictures of the bank showing the landing lights.
> Thanks for pointing that out.
Excellent writeup on Skyline. You might want to check out The Solomon Scandals (Twilight Time Books, 2009), my novel inspired by Skyline and related events. You can order from bn.com or borrow the book from some Fairfax County Library branches. The Web site is at solomonscandals.com, and a Skyline page is at http://www.solomonscandals.com/?p=249. - David Rothman, davidrothmanNOSPAMpobox.com.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Found this article on Skyline Towers and it seemed
> relevant to the conversation:
>
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>
> THE DAY THAT SHOOK BAILEY'S CROSSROADS
> http://tbwb.blogspot.com/2006/11/day-that-shook-ba
> ileys-crossroads.html
>
> [November 29th] -- I was thinking about the
> Senators the other day, and got to thinking about
> my time growing up as a kid in an area from
> roughly T.C. Williams High School (it wasn't there
> yet) to Seven Corners Shopping Center. I saw a lot
> of things happen from 1960-1974 -- some I
> remember, some I don't. But I do remember that day
> in March, 1973.
>
> The Skyline Apartments in Northern Virginia is
> today one of the most attractive complexes that
> were built in the mid 1970's. It has been
> renovated several times to keep up with the times,
> and provides a warm and attractive place to live
>
> I doubt that many people know today that one of
> its buildings collapsed, killing several workers.
>
> The construction of the Skyline Towers began in
> the early 1970's. The site was just north of
> Bailey's Crossroads in Northern Virginia, on the
> site of the old "piper cub airport." It had a more
> proper name, the "Washington-Virginia Airport." It
> sat on a prime piece of real estate that bordered
> both Seminary Road and Rout 7. Because of it's
> location, the Pentagon often used it for
> helicoptor and small aircraft trials. I remember
> the Goodyear blimp landing there sometime in the
> early to mid 1960's, and heard about some old WWII
> planes dressed up as Japanese fighters landing
> there on their way to stardom in the movie "Tora
> Tora Tora." By 1970, however, the encroachment of
> housing and telephone lines made it difficult for
> pilots to safely land there, and the airport that
> was built on Mary Cornelius’ property during
> World War II was sold to developers for apartment
> construction.
>
> I lived on the 7th floor of the Woodlake Towers
> Apartments, and once the building's construction
> reached the third floor, I could see the towers
> grow from our balcony. By my senior year, 1974,
> the skeleton for the first building had just about
> reached its apex. Although the buildings began to
> loom over the area, we didn't give them much
> thought.
>
> That is, until "that" day.
>
> I was riding school bus #724 home from J.E.B.
> Stuart High School when a police car whizzed by,
> siren on, very unusual in Fairfax County. Within a
> few moments, another squad car shot past the bus
> heading down Columbia Pike towards Bailey's
> Crossroads. Suddenly, the local fire company
> blared its siren and its fire engines and
> emergency vehicles shot in the same direction. We
> knew something was happening, but we weren't sure
> what.
>
> I entered my apartment, turned on WTTG channel 5
> and made my favorite post school-day snack, a
> cheese sandwich with sesame crust bread. I lounged
> on the couch for a couple minutes and then walked
> by the balcony and glanced in the direction of the
> Skyline Towers. Something seemed different.
> Instead of just one building, there were two. I
> didn't understand. I pointed my telescope towards
> the building and the story became painfully clear.
> Part of the top floor caved in, in turn forcing
> each concrete slab down on the lower floor,
> beginning a downward domino effect that tore the
> building in two. Dust was still in the air and
> helicopters were circling the building. It was
> horrendous.
>
> If memory serves, 11 men died when the concrete
> floors pancaked on their way down. A few months
> later, it was determined that the general
> contractor used substandard materials and to make
> matters worse, didn't use enough rebarb in the
> poor quality concrete. It was a disaster waiting
> to happen.
>
> Today, the towers are beautiful and serve their
> tenants well. But 30 years ago, the first building
> suffered a loss of both integrity and lives. I'd
> bet this story would come as a surprise to most
> living in the community today.
>
> "Screech's Best Friend" From "Nats 320" left a
> comment that said in part, "There is a Burke &
> Herbert Bank located on Seminary Road, which, at
> the time of the airport's existence--was on the
> south side of the runway. ToyRUs was on the North
> Side of the runway on Rte 7--Leesburg Pike. Even
> today, that Burke & Herbert Bank has the RED
> RUNWAY LANDING LIGHTS on top of its
> building--lining up with the NW-SE Runway that
> existed at that time. TRU later moved back--onto
> the site of the actual runway, and still exists
> there today." There you go, Screech. I found
> pictures of the bank showing the landing lights.
> Thanks for pointing that out.
Excellent writeup on Skyline. You might want to check out The Solomon Scandals (Twilight Time Books, 2009), my novel inspired by Skyline and related events. You can order from bn.com or borrow the book from some Fairfax County Library branches. The Web site is at solomonscandals.com, and a Skyline page is at http://www.solomonscandals.com/?p=249. - David Rothman, davidrothmanNOSPAMpobox.com.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
rachelciceraro
()
Date: November 26, 2013 09:28AM
sandra levy Wrote:
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> Love reading these stories and made me think of
> our own paranormal experiences in our family. My
> family has lived in Seaford Va since 1963. We
> moved to Back Creek from Crockett Road
> (which has it's own ghosts!! ) in the late 1970s.
> We were the first non family to own the Montgomery
> house on Back Creek Road. It is haunted as all get
> out! First dad put a porch swing
> up in front of the picture window. You always felt
> that someone was staring at you and annoyed with
> you when you were on the swing. Something evil
> lives in the garage!! You can feel it
> just seething!
>
> I hated the garage even in the daytime with all
> the overhead doors open!! At night I would run
> past it into the house! After we moved in we would
> hear huge ''crashes'' daytime or nighttime
> like a dresser fell over we would run upstairs and
> nothing. We would find the bathroom door locked
> and the water in the sink turned on with the drain
> stop closed. We frequently realized this
> was happening when the water started to come
> through the light fixture in the kitchen. Last but
> not nearly least I felt pressure on my feet one
> night and woke up and Mrs. Montgomery was
> sitting on the end of my bed. I literally could
> not breathe. We found out later that Mrs.
> Montgomery would always sit in a chair by the
> picture window...
>
> She was the one who was irritated that we blocked
> her view when we were on the swing. Seaford has a
> ton of haunted properties and areas as it has been
> around since the early 1700s. We could
> tell stories all day about that place. Everything
> we found out about the people that lived in our
> house matched up with everything we experienced.
> If you buy an old family home the spirits
> recognize the difference between strangers and
> relatives..It stirs them up! Beware!!
My family has owned this house since 1996. We have had far scarier experiences. The longer we lived there the more evil the presence.
We own this house to this day an I am grateful now as an adult that I've moved out. My daughter refuses to stay the night with her grandma
because of the tall faceless shadow figure that watches her sleep. We've had stuff move right in front of us, light switches go up and down.
Heavy footsteps walk the stairs and the upstairs hallway.
My brothers and I were going into the attic to retrieve Christmas decorations teasing each other about the ghost that we named Isabel,
the light bulb hanging in the attic closet shattered as if someone squeezed it. To many scary stories to even think about. I've heard
rumors that someone committed suicide on the front porch by lighting themselves on fire. Would be interesting to hear the stories of
who lived there before us. Feel free to email me at rachelciceraro@gmail.com.
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> Love reading these stories and made me think of
> our own paranormal experiences in our family. My
> family has lived in Seaford Va since 1963. We
> moved to Back Creek from Crockett Road
> (which has it's own ghosts!! ) in the late 1970s.
> We were the first non family to own the Montgomery
> house on Back Creek Road. It is haunted as all get
> out! First dad put a porch swing
> up in front of the picture window. You always felt
> that someone was staring at you and annoyed with
> you when you were on the swing. Something evil
> lives in the garage!! You can feel it
> just seething!
>
> I hated the garage even in the daytime with all
> the overhead doors open!! At night I would run
> past it into the house! After we moved in we would
> hear huge ''crashes'' daytime or nighttime
> like a dresser fell over we would run upstairs and
> nothing. We would find the bathroom door locked
> and the water in the sink turned on with the drain
> stop closed. We frequently realized this
> was happening when the water started to come
> through the light fixture in the kitchen. Last but
> not nearly least I felt pressure on my feet one
> night and woke up and Mrs. Montgomery was
> sitting on the end of my bed. I literally could
> not breathe. We found out later that Mrs.
> Montgomery would always sit in a chair by the
> picture window...
>
> She was the one who was irritated that we blocked
> her view when we were on the swing. Seaford has a
> ton of haunted properties and areas as it has been
> around since the early 1700s. We could
> tell stories all day about that place. Everything
> we found out about the people that lived in our
> house matched up with everything we experienced.
> If you buy an old family home the spirits
> recognize the difference between strangers and
> relatives..It stirs them up! Beware!!
My family has owned this house since 1996. We have had far scarier experiences. The longer we lived there the more evil the presence.
We own this house to this day an I am grateful now as an adult that I've moved out. My daughter refuses to stay the night with her grandma
because of the tall faceless shadow figure that watches her sleep. We've had stuff move right in front of us, light switches go up and down.
Heavy footsteps walk the stairs and the upstairs hallway.
My brothers and I were going into the attic to retrieve Christmas decorations teasing each other about the ghost that we named Isabel,
the light bulb hanging in the attic closet shattered as if someone squeezed it. To many scary stories to even think about. I've heard
rumors that someone committed suicide on the front porch by lighting themselves on fire. Would be interesting to hear the stories of
who lived there before us. Feel free to email me at rachelciceraro@gmail.com.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Williamsburg trip
()
Date: November 27, 2013 09:52AM
While visiting Old Williamsburg in November 2013 with my family we took the candle light ghost tour. I witnessed many things, one of which I will share here. At the last stop on the tour at the house where the former occupant curing Colonial times had her carriage reassembled on the back porch I noticed lights. The lights were above and to the left of the roof of the house. They appeared to be lining the drive going up the hill behind the house. It appeared to be white rope lights with a number of yard stick lights. After the tour I asked the guide about the lights on the hill, and she informed me that there were no hills there and went on to tell me that I had a special experience.
My oldest grandson and I both saw and felt many supernatural events during the tour. My seven-year-old grandson's experience was the one that touched me the most. The guide had shared the story with us about the lady attending a ball and became upset. She broke her shoe, so she pulled up her skirt so she could run faster. She then entered the home, ran up the stairs, turned around, and flung herself down the stairs killing herself. After the tour the guide and
I heard my grandson say ''stepped on foot. '' She asked him if someone had stepped on his foot. He responded ''no, the lady. '' She asked if someone had stepped on a lady's foot. At this point he got frustrated and with insistence said ''the lady stepped on her own foot. '' She asked him what he meant and he told her ''the lady with the real long dress stepped on her own foot and fell down the steps. She didn't mean to hurt herself, it was an accident. ''
At no time during the tour had anyone talked about the appearance of the attire people wore in days gone by. The guide looked at me bewildered and said ''now we know the truth. '' I feel very blessed with my abilities, but I feel even more blessed by my oldest and youngest grandsons' ability to see hear and feel the supernatural.
My oldest grandson and I both saw and felt many supernatural events during the tour. My seven-year-old grandson's experience was the one that touched me the most. The guide had shared the story with us about the lady attending a ball and became upset. She broke her shoe, so she pulled up her skirt so she could run faster. She then entered the home, ran up the stairs, turned around, and flung herself down the stairs killing herself. After the tour the guide and
I heard my grandson say ''stepped on foot. '' She asked him if someone had stepped on his foot. He responded ''no, the lady. '' She asked if someone had stepped on a lady's foot. At this point he got frustrated and with insistence said ''the lady stepped on her own foot. '' She asked him what he meant and he told her ''the lady with the real long dress stepped on her own foot and fell down the steps. She didn't mean to hurt herself, it was an accident. ''
At no time during the tour had anyone talked about the appearance of the attire people wore in days gone by. The guide looked at me bewildered and said ''now we know the truth. '' I feel very blessed with my abilities, but I feel even more blessed by my oldest and youngest grandsons' ability to see hear and feel the supernatural.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
A Haunting in Haymarket
()
Date: November 27, 2013 11:10AM
I lived in Fairfax County for much of my life, and recently moved out to Haymarket about 2 years ago. We rent a house out in Piedmont and I think its haunted. Some of our roomates say they have seen or heard spirits moving around downstairs during the day when no else in home. The owner has a satellite clock that automatically corrects it’s time when syncing up to the satellite in orbit. This one is very odd, because once and a while, it will be waaaaay off by about 8 to 10 hours. It’s pretty creepy to see the arms of the clock moving quickly to correct itself. I myself have dreams about a witch in our closet, coming out and saying scary or odd things to me. All in all though not much has happened since we’ve been there, that is until last night.
We have a young son that is 18 months old, last night he was playing with the roomates downstairs in the large family room we have. The napkin holder in the kitchen jumped off the kitchen table and landed on the floor next to my son. (See the attached picture below). As you can see it’s of pretty solid weight and is flat, so it wouldn’t tip over. The only other thing is that one of the teenagers that lives with us, says that she feels like a creepy presence has started to follow her. She said that she was in Walmart one day and he felt the presence there in the store standing right next to her (too close). We take pictures all the time in the house and nothing unusual has showed up on them. However, there does seem to be some negativity in air (some of the roomates lately in the past 6-8 months) haven’t been getting along and get into yelling matches usually over nothing.
The owner is an Asian man, and the reason I say that is, the house has several “Feng Shui deflectors” on it (see picture below). I looked them up and A “Feng Shui deflector” contains a small Bagua mirror in it’s center. The Bagua mirror protects and adjusts negative Chi directed at the house from outside forces and repel evil spirits and people with bad intentions towards you. There are at least 4 to 5 of them on the house that I have seen all on the outside (according to tradition it’s very bad to hang them up inside). I’ve asked him if the house is haunted and he didn’t come out and say yes, nor did he say no. He did admit that there were some small occurances that he couldn’t easily explain, but they were very few and far between. He raised a family in the house and later he and his wife moved to Maryland.
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We have a young son that is 18 months old, last night he was playing with the roomates downstairs in the large family room we have. The napkin holder in the kitchen jumped off the kitchen table and landed on the floor next to my son. (See the attached picture below). As you can see it’s of pretty solid weight and is flat, so it wouldn’t tip over. The only other thing is that one of the teenagers that lives with us, says that she feels like a creepy presence has started to follow her. She said that she was in Walmart one day and he felt the presence there in the store standing right next to her (too close). We take pictures all the time in the house and nothing unusual has showed up on them. However, there does seem to be some negativity in air (some of the roomates lately in the past 6-8 months) haven’t been getting along and get into yelling matches usually over nothing.
The owner is an Asian man, and the reason I say that is, the house has several “Feng Shui deflectors” on it (see picture below). I looked them up and A “Feng Shui deflector” contains a small Bagua mirror in it’s center. The Bagua mirror protects and adjusts negative Chi directed at the house from outside forces and repel evil spirits and people with bad intentions towards you. There are at least 4 to 5 of them on the house that I have seen all on the outside (according to tradition it’s very bad to hang them up inside). I’ve asked him if the house is haunted and he didn’t come out and say yes, nor did he say no. He did admit that there were some small occurances that he couldn’t easily explain, but they were very few and far between. He raised a family in the house and later he and his wife moved to Maryland.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
?????
()
Date: November 27, 2013 02:05PM
A Haunting in Haymarket Wrote:
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> I lived in Fairfax County for much of my life, and
> recently moved out to Haymarket about 2 years ago.
> We rent a house out in Piedmont and I think its
> haunted. Some of our roomates say they have seen
> or heard spirits moving around downstairs during
> the day when no else in home. The owner has a
> satellite clock that automatically corrects it’s
> time when syncing up to the satellite in orbit.
> This one is very odd, because once and a while, it
> will be waaaaay off by about 8 to 10 hours. It’s
> pretty creepy to see the arms of the clock moving
> quickly to correct itself. I myself have dreams
> about a witch in our closet, coming out and saying
> scary or odd things to me. All in all though not
> much has happened since we’ve been there, that
> is until last night.
>
> We have a young son that is 18 months old, last
> night he was playing with the roomates downstairs
> in the large family room we have. The napkin
> holder in the kitchen jumped off the kitchen table
> and landed on the floor next to my son. (See the
> attached picture below). As you can see it’s of
> pretty solid weight and is flat, so it wouldn’t
> tip over. The only other thing is that one of the
> teenagers that lives with us, says that she feels
> like a creepy presence has started to follow her.
> She said that she was in Walmart one day and he
> felt the presence there in the store standing
> right next to her (too close). We take pictures
> all the time in the house and nothing unusual has
> showed up on them. However, there does seem to be
> some negativity in air (some of the roomates
> lately in the past 6-8 months) haven’t been
> getting along and get into yelling matches usually
> over nothing.
>
> The owner is an Asian man, and the reason I say
> that is, the house has several “Feng Shui
> deflectors” on it (see picture below). I looked
> them up and A “Feng Shui deflector” contains a
> small Bagua mirror in it’s center. The Bagua
> mirror protects and adjusts negative Chi directed
> at the house from outside forces and repel evil
> spirits and people with bad intentions towards
> you. There are at least 4 to 5 of them on the
> house that I have seen all on the outside
> (according to tradition it’s very bad to hang
> them up inside). I’ve asked him if the house is
> haunted and he didn’t come out and say yes, nor
> did he say no. He did admit that there were some
> small occurances that he couldn’t easily
> explain, but they were very few and far between.
> He raised a family in the house and later he and
> his wife moved to Maryland.
Piedmont as in the gated community? How can there be a ghost there? The place has only been around what? 10-15 years?
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> I lived in Fairfax County for much of my life, and
> recently moved out to Haymarket about 2 years ago.
> We rent a house out in Piedmont and I think its
> haunted. Some of our roomates say they have seen
> or heard spirits moving around downstairs during
> the day when no else in home. The owner has a
> satellite clock that automatically corrects it’s
> time when syncing up to the satellite in orbit.
> This one is very odd, because once and a while, it
> will be waaaaay off by about 8 to 10 hours. It’s
> pretty creepy to see the arms of the clock moving
> quickly to correct itself. I myself have dreams
> about a witch in our closet, coming out and saying
> scary or odd things to me. All in all though not
> much has happened since we’ve been there, that
> is until last night.
>
> We have a young son that is 18 months old, last
> night he was playing with the roomates downstairs
> in the large family room we have. The napkin
> holder in the kitchen jumped off the kitchen table
> and landed on the floor next to my son. (See the
> attached picture below). As you can see it’s of
> pretty solid weight and is flat, so it wouldn’t
> tip over. The only other thing is that one of the
> teenagers that lives with us, says that she feels
> like a creepy presence has started to follow her.
> She said that she was in Walmart one day and he
> felt the presence there in the store standing
> right next to her (too close). We take pictures
> all the time in the house and nothing unusual has
> showed up on them. However, there does seem to be
> some negativity in air (some of the roomates
> lately in the past 6-8 months) haven’t been
> getting along and get into yelling matches usually
> over nothing.
>
> The owner is an Asian man, and the reason I say
> that is, the house has several “Feng Shui
> deflectors” on it (see picture below). I looked
> them up and A “Feng Shui deflector” contains a
> small Bagua mirror in it’s center. The Bagua
> mirror protects and adjusts negative Chi directed
> at the house from outside forces and repel evil
> spirits and people with bad intentions towards
> you. There are at least 4 to 5 of them on the
> house that I have seen all on the outside
> (according to tradition it’s very bad to hang
> them up inside). I’ve asked him if the house is
> haunted and he didn’t come out and say yes, nor
> did he say no. He did admit that there were some
> small occurances that he couldn’t easily
> explain, but they were very few and far between.
> He raised a family in the house and later he and
> his wife moved to Maryland.
Piedmont as in the gated community? How can there be a ghost there? The place has only been around what? 10-15 years?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Haunted - Sarver Hollow Shelter
()
Date: November 27, 2013 02:40PM
Haunted Hikes
http://www.blueridgeoutdoors.com/hiking/haunted-hikes/
Think about all of the things that have happened in the Southern Appalachians: Cherokee history, the frontiersmen history, the Revolutionary War, the Civil War. You also have two predominant cultures—Cherokee and the Scotch-Irish—with rich storytelling traditions.
It’s a recipe for ghost tales. And even if you don’t believe in ghosts, you’ve got to love the tale. We’ve found five spooky hikes that center around abandoned cemeteries and gravesites, each of which comes complete with its own ghost story. Hike to one of these cemeteries after dark and recount the legends of the area, and even non-believers will get a tingle up their spine.
Sarver Hollow Shelter
Appalachian Trail, Va.
The Sarver Hollow Shelter is relatively new, built in 2002 by the Roanoke Appalachian Trail Club to fill in a 22-mile gap between resting spots for thru-hikers trekking between Roanoke and Blacksburg. But, like all good horror stories surrounding new construction, this shelter was built near the site of an old homestead that, according to legend, has been haunted for decades. Henry Sarver built his family a two-story cabin in the 1850s and his family scratched out a life from the rocky terrain for more than 70 years, living in the cabin from the Civil War to the Great Depression. A family cemetery near the home site shows that many of the Sarver children died young. One of the only gravestones that you can read belongs to Mary Sarver, who died in 1909 at the age of 9. It seems that after the Great Depression, the Sarvers abandoned their home in the mountains, leaving it essentially intact. For years before the shelter was built, thru-hikers would camp inside the dilapidated Sarver home. Some time during the 90s, the roof collapsed on the home. Today, the cabin is completely in ruins, but you can still find the stone chimney and the family cemetery.
Hikers tell of a ghost that walks the woods after dark and often shakes campers awake in the middle of the night. Some say the ghost even shows up in photos they’ve taken of the home. Other hikers claim they’ve heard footsteps in the woods around the shelter. For whatever reason, hikers have named the ghost “George,” even though the Sarver patriarch’s name was Henry.
The Hike
It’s a 2.5-mile hike heading north from Va. 630 to the blue trail leading to the Sarver Cabin. Along the way, you’ll pass the Keffer Oak, a 300-year old live oak, the biggest on the Southern portion of the A.T. Along the ridge of Sinking Creek Mountain, you’ll also get to take in views of Sinking Creek Valley and Craig Creek Valley. It’s a steep drop from the ridge down to the homestead and shelter. The Sarver home site is downslope from the shelter. From there, scope the woods and small fields for the cemetery. If you’ve got the guts, spend the night at the shelter and wait for George to visit.
http://www.blueridgeoutdoors.com/hiking/haunted-hikes/
Think about all of the things that have happened in the Southern Appalachians: Cherokee history, the frontiersmen history, the Revolutionary War, the Civil War. You also have two predominant cultures—Cherokee and the Scotch-Irish—with rich storytelling traditions.
It’s a recipe for ghost tales. And even if you don’t believe in ghosts, you’ve got to love the tale. We’ve found five spooky hikes that center around abandoned cemeteries and gravesites, each of which comes complete with its own ghost story. Hike to one of these cemeteries after dark and recount the legends of the area, and even non-believers will get a tingle up their spine.
Sarver Hollow Shelter
Appalachian Trail, Va.
The Sarver Hollow Shelter is relatively new, built in 2002 by the Roanoke Appalachian Trail Club to fill in a 22-mile gap between resting spots for thru-hikers trekking between Roanoke and Blacksburg. But, like all good horror stories surrounding new construction, this shelter was built near the site of an old homestead that, according to legend, has been haunted for decades. Henry Sarver built his family a two-story cabin in the 1850s and his family scratched out a life from the rocky terrain for more than 70 years, living in the cabin from the Civil War to the Great Depression. A family cemetery near the home site shows that many of the Sarver children died young. One of the only gravestones that you can read belongs to Mary Sarver, who died in 1909 at the age of 9. It seems that after the Great Depression, the Sarvers abandoned their home in the mountains, leaving it essentially intact. For years before the shelter was built, thru-hikers would camp inside the dilapidated Sarver home. Some time during the 90s, the roof collapsed on the home. Today, the cabin is completely in ruins, but you can still find the stone chimney and the family cemetery.
Hikers tell of a ghost that walks the woods after dark and often shakes campers awake in the middle of the night. Some say the ghost even shows up in photos they’ve taken of the home. Other hikers claim they’ve heard footsteps in the woods around the shelter. For whatever reason, hikers have named the ghost “George,” even though the Sarver patriarch’s name was Henry.
The Hike
It’s a 2.5-mile hike heading north from Va. 630 to the blue trail leading to the Sarver Cabin. Along the way, you’ll pass the Keffer Oak, a 300-year old live oak, the biggest on the Southern portion of the A.T. Along the ridge of Sinking Creek Mountain, you’ll also get to take in views of Sinking Creek Valley and Craig Creek Valley. It’s a steep drop from the ridge down to the homestead and shelter. The Sarver home site is downslope from the shelter. From there, scope the woods and small fields for the cemetery. If you’ve got the guts, spend the night at the shelter and wait for George to visit.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Sam from Crozier
()
Date: December 02, 2013 08:33AM
Last friday night I had just gotten back from Washington DC. with my dad. He dropped me off at my mom's house where my cousins were staying. Lain and Liam my cousins said there had been a hooded white figure crouched in the back of the field by the abandoned restaurant. It had been sitting for hours. I said it was ''no way!'' until I went back and saw it for myself. It was motionless. We ran into the house. Then ten minutes later we went back out. It had moved to the right about three yards towards our house. We then went in for the night.
Then next day we went out by Conway's tombstone. He was a six-year-old who died in 1839. His grave is in the field. Then we took a video and went to the abandoned restaurant. We saw or heard nothing. We then looked through the video. A static voice that we did not hear said Conway. We still have the video. We then all of the sudden looked out the window and saw a black hooded figure. He disappeared into the woods.
Then next day we went out by Conway's tombstone. He was a six-year-old who died in 1839. His grave is in the field. Then we took a video and went to the abandoned restaurant. We saw or heard nothing. We then looked through the video. A static voice that we did not hear said Conway. We still have the video. We then all of the sudden looked out the window and saw a black hooded figure. He disappeared into the woods.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
History Buff
()
Date: December 02, 2013 08:44AM
????? Wrote:
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> A Haunting in Haymarket Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I lived in Fairfax County for much of my life,
> and
> > recently moved out to Haymarket about 2 years
> ago.
> > We rent a house out in Piedmont and I think its
> > haunted. Some of our roomates say they have
> seen
> > or heard spirits moving around downstairs
> during
> > the day when no else in home. The owner has a
> > satellite clock that automatically corrects
> it’s
> > time when syncing up to the satellite in orbit.
> > This one is very odd, because once and a while,
> it
> > will be waaaaay off by about 8 to 10 hours.
> It’s
> > pretty creepy to see the arms of the clock
> moving
> > quickly to correct itself. I myself have dreams
> > about a witch in our closet, coming out and
> saying
> > scary or odd things to me. All in all though
> not
> > much has happened since we’ve been there,
> that
> > is until last night.
> >
> > We have a young son that is 18 months old, last
> > night he was playing with the roomates
> downstairs
> > in the large family room we have. The napkin
> > holder in the kitchen jumped off the kitchen
> table
> > and landed on the floor next to my son. (See
> the
> > attached picture below). As you can see it’s
> of
> > pretty solid weight and is flat, so it
> wouldn’t
> > tip over. The only other thing is that one of
> the
> > teenagers that lives with us, says that she
> feels
> > like a creepy presence has started to follow
> her.
> > She said that she was in Walmart one day and he
> > felt the presence there in the store standing
> > right next to her (too close). We take pictures
> > all the time in the house and nothing unusual
> has
> > showed up on them. However, there does seem to
> be
> > some negativity in air (some of the roomates
> > lately in the past 6-8 months) haven’t been
> > getting along and get into yelling matches
> usually
> > over nothing.
> >
> > The owner is an Asian man, and the reason I say
> > that is, the house has several “Feng Shui
> > deflectors” on it (see picture below). I
> looked
> > them up and A “Feng Shui deflector” contains
> a
> > small Bagua mirror in it’s center. The Bagua
> > mirror protects and adjusts negative Chi
> directed
> > at the house from outside forces and repel evil
> > spirits and people with bad intentions towards
> > you. There are at least 4 to 5 of them on the
> > house that I have seen all on the outside
> > (according to tradition it’s very bad to hang
> > them up inside). I’ve asked him if the house
> is
> > haunted and he didn’t come out and say yes,
> nor
> > did he say no. He did admit that there were
> some
> > small occurances that he couldn’t easily
> > explain, but they were very few and far
> between.
> > He raised a family in the house and later he
> and
> > his wife moved to Maryland.
>
> Piedmont as in the gated community? How can there
> be a ghost there? The place has only been around
> what? 10-15 years?
That's where the Piedmont Country Club is instead that gated community. Piedmont has some smaller satellite communities around the area, but they are outside the gates. The whole thing is located down the street from the Manassas Battlefield, so you know that Union/Confederate troops must have died on that soil, either from battle or from wounds after the battle.
Piedmont Country Club
http://www.clubcorp.com/Clubs/Piedmont-Club-Haymarket/Our-Story/Life-at-the-Club
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> A Haunting in Haymarket Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I lived in Fairfax County for much of my life,
> and
> > recently moved out to Haymarket about 2 years
> ago.
> > We rent a house out in Piedmont and I think its
> > haunted. Some of our roomates say they have
> seen
> > or heard spirits moving around downstairs
> during
> > the day when no else in home. The owner has a
> > satellite clock that automatically corrects
> it’s
> > time when syncing up to the satellite in orbit.
> > This one is very odd, because once and a while,
> it
> > will be waaaaay off by about 8 to 10 hours.
> It’s
> > pretty creepy to see the arms of the clock
> moving
> > quickly to correct itself. I myself have dreams
> > about a witch in our closet, coming out and
> saying
> > scary or odd things to me. All in all though
> not
> > much has happened since we’ve been there,
> that
> > is until last night.
> >
> > We have a young son that is 18 months old, last
> > night he was playing with the roomates
> downstairs
> > in the large family room we have. The napkin
> > holder in the kitchen jumped off the kitchen
> table
> > and landed on the floor next to my son. (See
> the
> > attached picture below). As you can see it’s
> of
> > pretty solid weight and is flat, so it
> wouldn’t
> > tip over. The only other thing is that one of
> the
> > teenagers that lives with us, says that she
> feels
> > like a creepy presence has started to follow
> her.
> > She said that she was in Walmart one day and he
> > felt the presence there in the store standing
> > right next to her (too close). We take pictures
> > all the time in the house and nothing unusual
> has
> > showed up on them. However, there does seem to
> be
> > some negativity in air (some of the roomates
> > lately in the past 6-8 months) haven’t been
> > getting along and get into yelling matches
> usually
> > over nothing.
> >
> > The owner is an Asian man, and the reason I say
> > that is, the house has several “Feng Shui
> > deflectors” on it (see picture below). I
> looked
> > them up and A “Feng Shui deflector” contains
> a
> > small Bagua mirror in it’s center. The Bagua
> > mirror protects and adjusts negative Chi
> directed
> > at the house from outside forces and repel evil
> > spirits and people with bad intentions towards
> > you. There are at least 4 to 5 of them on the
> > house that I have seen all on the outside
> > (according to tradition it’s very bad to hang
> > them up inside). I’ve asked him if the house
> is
> > haunted and he didn’t come out and say yes,
> nor
> > did he say no. He did admit that there were
> some
> > small occurances that he couldn’t easily
> > explain, but they were very few and far
> between.
> > He raised a family in the house and later he
> and
> > his wife moved to Maryland.
>
> Piedmont as in the gated community? How can there
> be a ghost there? The place has only been around
> what? 10-15 years?
That's where the Piedmont Country Club is instead that gated community. Piedmont has some smaller satellite communities around the area, but they are outside the gates. The whole thing is located down the street from the Manassas Battlefield, so you know that Union/Confederate troops must have died on that soil, either from battle or from wounds after the battle.
Piedmont Country Club
http://www.clubcorp.com/Clubs/Piedmont-Club-Haymarket/Our-Story/Life-at-the-Club
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
lbss82bruin
()
Date: December 03, 2013 10:27PM
I remember the building collapse at Skyline. The building that collapsed was Skyline Plaza North. That is the one that is colsest to Rt 7 and S George Mason Drive. Skyline Plaza South is next to it and Skyline House are the 2 buildings next to that. Skyline Square and Skyline Towers are over on Seminary Road. I had freinds that lived on the 7th floor of the north building and I also worked security there in the late '80's.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
sooowhaz
()
Date: December 03, 2013 11:37PM
Yo so I was pulled over and cops found a crumb of weed on me. You think I'm gonna get anal raped when I go to jail. Let me know I wanna make sure my butthole is stretched... don't wanna tear a glute.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
skyline memories
()
Date: December 04, 2013 08:10AM
lbss82bruin Wrote:
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> I remember the building collapse at Skyline. The
> building that collapsed was Skyline Plaza North.
> That is the one that is colsest to Rt 7 and S
> George Mason Drive. Skyline Plaza South is next
> to it and Skyline House are the 2 buildings next
> to that. Skyline Square and Skyline Towers are
> over on Seminary Road. I had freinds that lived
> on the 7th floor of the north building and I also
> worked security there in the late '80's.
I had always heard that it was the fact that the concrete had not set enough to build on top of it. Wasn't it the Fairfax Journal that did a lot of reporting on the story? There was a lot of speculation that the owners pushed to get the towers up too fast, as I remember.
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> I remember the building collapse at Skyline. The
> building that collapsed was Skyline Plaza North.
> That is the one that is colsest to Rt 7 and S
> George Mason Drive. Skyline Plaza South is next
> to it and Skyline House are the 2 buildings next
> to that. Skyline Square and Skyline Towers are
> over on Seminary Road. I had freinds that lived
> on the 7th floor of the north building and I also
> worked security there in the late '80's.
I had always heard that it was the fact that the concrete had not set enough to build on top of it. Wasn't it the Fairfax Journal that did a lot of reporting on the story? There was a lot of speculation that the owners pushed to get the towers up too fast, as I remember.
hitchiker ghost of walney road
Posted by:
Walney Road Chantilly VA
()
Date: December 11, 2013 08:44AM
It is said that many years ago before the windy road was paved a man was killed while hitchhiking. On Wednesday or Thursday nights at 11:30 if you drive down Walney and you see a hitchhiker, it is recommended that you stop. He appears up to three times to give you the chance to pick him up. If you still don`t pick him up by the third time, a car will come out of nowhere and kill you.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
an1742
()
Date: December 11, 2013 08:49AM
haha i live on waleny road and have driven past the place this supposedly happens at a hundred times, both late at night and during the day. never seen a "ghost hitchhiker" before.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
dillan7713
()
Date: December 11, 2013 08:59AM
an1742 Wrote:
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> haha i live on waleny road and have driven past
> the place this supposedly happens at a hundred
> times, both late at night and during the day.
> never seen a "ghost hitchhiker" before.
I didn't know this ghost existed I swear. I was just doing some reading on haunted areas of Virginia and came across this Walney Rd ghost. I used to work at American Medical Labs, now Quest Diagnostics, which is right off Westfields Rd. I would take Walney off of 28 then go left onto Westfields. One morning, not Wed or Thurs Night and I don't remember what day of the week it was, I was taking my normal route and a woman in the car in front of me started swerving for no obvious reason. She swerved left, then right, then hard left, then really hard right and ended up in the grass up a hill. I didn't stop, but as I passed she didn't seem to be injured, just really shaken. I've always wondered why she swerved so hard as there was nothing in the road..... now I'm thinking I know why.... crazy
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> haha i live on waleny road and have driven past
> the place this supposedly happens at a hundred
> times, both late at night and during the day.
> never seen a "ghost hitchhiker" before.
I didn't know this ghost existed I swear. I was just doing some reading on haunted areas of Virginia and came across this Walney Rd ghost. I used to work at American Medical Labs, now Quest Diagnostics, which is right off Westfields Rd. I would take Walney off of 28 then go left onto Westfields. One morning, not Wed or Thurs Night and I don't remember what day of the week it was, I was taking my normal route and a woman in the car in front of me started swerving for no obvious reason. She swerved left, then right, then hard left, then really hard right and ended up in the grass up a hill. I didn't stop, but as I passed she didn't seem to be injured, just really shaken. I've always wondered why she swerved so hard as there was nothing in the road..... now I'm thinking I know why.... crazy
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
meghan
()
Date: December 11, 2013 09:02AM
Interesting topic. I lived there since '95 I would take that road to go to Lifetime Gym. On a clear Thursday night there was an accident a man was crushed and his head was found 10 yars away from his car. There have been more deadly accidents on Thursday night. It is a very creepy road!!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Hollywood
()
Date: December 11, 2013 09:07AM
I've heard two different stories about Walney Road. One was the famous hitchhiker story and the other about the ghost of a girl that died in a house fire there. Where did the girl one come from? I've lived in the area all my life and the hitchhiker one has been around for decades.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
truckerjohn
()
Date: December 11, 2013 09:09AM
Once on a thursday night I had just returned north carolina and I got onto walney from 66. I went up the road and came to a police road block. On the other side of the road block there was a crashed car that was upside down at the end of the wooded section of the road. It was so random and it was the only car. It was practically impossible for that to happen right there...It makes you think that it has something to do with the story.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
asdfadfasdfasdfadsf
()
Date: December 11, 2013 09:19AM
Hollywood Wrote:
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> I've heard two different stories about Walney
> Road. One was the famous hitchhiker story and the
> other about the ghost of a girl that died in a
> house fire there. Where did the girl one come
> from? I've lived in the area all my life and the
> hitchhiker one has been around for decades.
I found this in a blog, but nothing about a ghost girl.
Ghost Stories of Northern Virginia: Walney Road
http://supernovarealty.blogspot.com/2012/03/ghost-stories-of-northern-virginia.html
Northern Virginia is a place filled with history. Being so close to the capital of the United States and part of one the first states will do that, and as a place filled with history there are plenty of ghost stories. There are your run of the mill Civil War ghost stories like seeing Civil War soldiers crossing a bridge near Bull Run battlefield, but then there are the real interesting ones. Take for instance this one out of Chantilly, Virginia.
Down route 50 right before the exit to 28 lies Walney Road. It is an unassuming road like man that will be found in Northern Virginia. It has an Anita's on the corner and leads down to an industrial park, but it wasn't always part of a built up area. There was a time before Chantilly was built up that Walney road didn't lead to the Dulles Expo center and wasn't even paved.
Walking down an unpaved road on a bleak night is safer than walking down the middle of 95 but it still comes with dangers, and one dark night a man found out this lesson. He had somewhere to go and a place to be or else he wouldn't have been hitchhiking. Hitchhiking can be dangerous enough under street lights or in daytime but under the cover of night far from civilization does nothing but increase the dangers.
When a car finally does come the hitchhiker must have been overcome with a mixed feeling of joy and urgency. If this car didn't stop it could be morning before another car comes along. This since of urgency combined with the driver's surprise at seeing a person out this far and this late must have lead to the accident.
It is unknown when this person was killed or who they were but now if a person drives down Walney Road late at night and sees a hitchhiker they are given three chances to pick them up. If they do not then a mysterious car will come out of nowhere and make them wish that they had stopped. Or at least that is how the legend goes.
There are even more fascinating stories of ghosts and supernatural happenings in Northern Virginia and as a Realtor in the area it is useful to know them. What person doesn't like a good haunted tale every now and then, and who knew there was a haunting along Walney Road in Chantilly, Va.
I learned something new in real estate everyday
so you don't have to
David Huzzard
www.SuperNoVaRealty.com
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> I've heard two different stories about Walney
> Road. One was the famous hitchhiker story and the
> other about the ghost of a girl that died in a
> house fire there. Where did the girl one come
> from? I've lived in the area all my life and the
> hitchhiker one has been around for decades.
I found this in a blog, but nothing about a ghost girl.
Ghost Stories of Northern Virginia: Walney Road
http://supernovarealty.blogspot.com/2012/03/ghost-stories-of-northern-virginia.html
Northern Virginia is a place filled with history. Being so close to the capital of the United States and part of one the first states will do that, and as a place filled with history there are plenty of ghost stories. There are your run of the mill Civil War ghost stories like seeing Civil War soldiers crossing a bridge near Bull Run battlefield, but then there are the real interesting ones. Take for instance this one out of Chantilly, Virginia.
Down route 50 right before the exit to 28 lies Walney Road. It is an unassuming road like man that will be found in Northern Virginia. It has an Anita's on the corner and leads down to an industrial park, but it wasn't always part of a built up area. There was a time before Chantilly was built up that Walney road didn't lead to the Dulles Expo center and wasn't even paved.
Walking down an unpaved road on a bleak night is safer than walking down the middle of 95 but it still comes with dangers, and one dark night a man found out this lesson. He had somewhere to go and a place to be or else he wouldn't have been hitchhiking. Hitchhiking can be dangerous enough under street lights or in daytime but under the cover of night far from civilization does nothing but increase the dangers.
When a car finally does come the hitchhiker must have been overcome with a mixed feeling of joy and urgency. If this car didn't stop it could be morning before another car comes along. This since of urgency combined with the driver's surprise at seeing a person out this far and this late must have lead to the accident.
It is unknown when this person was killed or who they were but now if a person drives down Walney Road late at night and sees a hitchhiker they are given three chances to pick them up. If they do not then a mysterious car will come out of nowhere and make them wish that they had stopped. Or at least that is how the legend goes.
There are even more fascinating stories of ghosts and supernatural happenings in Northern Virginia and as a Realtor in the area it is useful to know them. What person doesn't like a good haunted tale every now and then, and who knew there was a haunting along Walney Road in Chantilly, Va.
I learned something new in real estate everyday
so you don't have to
David Huzzard
www.SuperNoVaRealty.com
Is Wakefield High School haunted?
Posted by:
Hmmmm....
()
Date: December 11, 2013 09:38AM
Is Wakefield High School haunted? I've heard some stories from people recently and I did a google search and found this...
When sitting in the theatre at night when the school is closed and your alone you can hear sounds of piano being played, students have also said they've seen spotlights shining on the stage even though no one is there to operate them.
When sitting in the theatre at night when the school is closed and your alone you can hear sounds of piano being played, students have also said they've seen spotlights shining on the stage even though no one is there to operate them.
Re: hitchiker ghost of walney road
Posted by:
Ghost Walker
()
Date: December 11, 2013 09:40AM
Walney Road Chantilly VA Wrote:
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> It is said that many years ago before the windy
> road was paved a man was killed while hitchhiking.
> On Wednesday or Thursday nights at 11:30 if you
> drive down Walney and you see a hitchhiker, it is
> recommended that you stop. He appears up to three
> times to give you the chance to pick him up. If
> you still don`t pick him up by the third time, a
> car will come out of nowhere and kill you.
This article says that the ghost comes out on Saturday nights, not thursdays.
NoVA is known to have its fair share of ghosts, like the Bunny Man at Bunny Man Bridge in Clifton. However, one ghost will be sure to make an appearance Saturday night—the Walney Road Ghost.
http://www.northernvirginiamag.com/game-plan/2012/12/24/ghost-stories-in-the-park/
As the story goes, a car hit and killed a man walking along the road on a midnight walk. It is said that anyone who drives on Walney Road at night may see a ghostly hitchhiker wandering the road. NoVA is also known to have been a battleground and passing point during the Civil War. Many Civil War ghosts have been known to frequent the park
After hearing these chilling stories, the group will do a headstone rubbing. Long ago Ellanor Lawrence found and kept a unique headstone on the house grounds. The headstone has no name and is believed to belong to an unknown child. Now, the headstone rubbing is used as a keepsake for tourists.
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> It is said that many years ago before the windy
> road was paved a man was killed while hitchhiking.
> On Wednesday or Thursday nights at 11:30 if you
> drive down Walney and you see a hitchhiker, it is
> recommended that you stop. He appears up to three
> times to give you the chance to pick him up. If
> you still don`t pick him up by the third time, a
> car will come out of nowhere and kill you.
This article says that the ghost comes out on Saturday nights, not thursdays.
NoVA is known to have its fair share of ghosts, like the Bunny Man at Bunny Man Bridge in Clifton. However, one ghost will be sure to make an appearance Saturday night—the Walney Road Ghost.
http://www.northernvirginiamag.com/game-plan/2012/12/24/ghost-stories-in-the-park/
As the story goes, a car hit and killed a man walking along the road on a midnight walk. It is said that anyone who drives on Walney Road at night may see a ghostly hitchhiker wandering the road. NoVA is also known to have been a battleground and passing point during the Civil War. Many Civil War ghosts have been known to frequent the park
After hearing these chilling stories, the group will do a headstone rubbing. Long ago Ellanor Lawrence found and kept a unique headstone on the house grounds. The headstone has no name and is believed to belong to an unknown child. Now, the headstone rubbing is used as a keepsake for tourists.
Re: Is Wakefield High School haunted?
Posted by:
class of '75
()
Date: December 11, 2013 09:43AM
Hmmmm.... Wrote:
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> Is Wakefield High School haunted? I've heard some
> stories from people recently and I did a google
> search and found this...
>
> When sitting in the theatre at night when the
> school is closed and your alone you can hear
> sounds of piano being played, students have also
> said they've seen spotlights shining on the stage
> even though no one is there to operate them.
Yes. It's is said that a piano can be heard from time to time when no one is playing one or if there isn't one around. A boy fell from the catwalk and died in the 60's. He now can be seen walking up there and sitting up in the balcony. Spotlights turn on and off by themselves, and there is a really depressing feeling in the control box above the auditorium felt by those who work there.
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> Is Wakefield High School haunted? I've heard some
> stories from people recently and I did a google
> search and found this...
>
> When sitting in the theatre at night when the
> school is closed and your alone you can hear
> sounds of piano being played, students have also
> said they've seen spotlights shining on the stage
> even though no one is there to operate them.
Yes. It's is said that a piano can be heard from time to time when no one is playing one or if there isn't one around. A boy fell from the catwalk and died in the 60's. He now can be seen walking up there and sitting up in the balcony. Spotlights turn on and off by themselves, and there is a really depressing feeling in the control box above the auditorium felt by those who work there.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
ohrilllay
()
Date: December 11, 2013 11:02AM
10 years ago I lived in a townhouse in Burke (across the street from target on Roberts) that was definitely haunted. It did not seem to be hostile, but somethign was definitely present. Pets would freak out for no reason, lights and other electronics would turn on and off on their own, and a remote control jumped across the room on its own in front of our eyes. I have daydreamed about stopping by to see if this stuff still happens there.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Hmmmm....
()
Date: December 11, 2013 11:42AM
ohrilllay Wrote:
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> 10 years ago I lived in a townhouse in Burke
> (across the street from target on Roberts) that
> was definitely haunted. It did not seem to be
> hostile, but somethign was definitely present.
> Pets would freak out for no reason, lights and
> other electronics would turn on and off on their
> own, and a remote control jumped across the room
> on its own in front of our eyes. I have daydreamed
> about stopping by to see if this stuff still
> happens there.
Did you have any history on the townhouse? Was the ghost limited to your townhouse or your neighbors too?
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> 10 years ago I lived in a townhouse in Burke
> (across the street from target on Roberts) that
> was definitely haunted. It did not seem to be
> hostile, but somethign was definitely present.
> Pets would freak out for no reason, lights and
> other electronics would turn on and off on their
> own, and a remote control jumped across the room
> on its own in front of our eyes. I have daydreamed
> about stopping by to see if this stuff still
> happens there.
Did you have any history on the townhouse? Was the ghost limited to your townhouse or your neighbors too?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
dgfdsgdfgdgdfggf
()
Date: December 11, 2013 02:05PM
>
> Did you have any history on the townhouse? Was the
> ghost limited to your townhouse or your neighbors
> too?
I do not have any additional history but nothing unusual comes up when I search the address, and it is not on the 'unnatural death' map. I am not sure about the other townhomes, but something was definitely going on there.
> Did you have any history on the townhouse? Was the
> ghost limited to your townhouse or your neighbors
> too?
I do not have any additional history but nothing unusual comes up when I search the address, and it is not on the 'unnatural death' map. I am not sure about the other townhomes, but something was definitely going on there.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
The Occoquan Inn
()
Date: December 11, 2013 03:40PM
Curious to see if anyone has any ghost stories about staying at the Occoquan Inn?
Occoquan Inn
http://www.occoquaninn.com/our-ghost-story/
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Occoquan Inn
http://www.occoquaninn.com/our-ghost-story/
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
The Occoquan Inn
()
Date: December 11, 2013 03:47PM
Some interesting information on this ghost's tribe (Doeg, also spelled Doages, Dogues, Taux, Dogi, Tacci, etc.)
Doeg tribe
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doeg_tribe
Doeg History
http://doeghistory.blogspot.com/
Doeg tribe
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doeg_tribe
Doeg History
http://doeghistory.blogspot.com/
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
RMariotte@AOL.com
()
Date: December 12, 2013 08:41AM
Lurker Wrote:
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> Another Reston Ghost story. Apparently many
> people claimed to see this gilr ghost over a
> weekend period -
>
> The Reton Ghost -- isn't that the tortured soul of
> a dotcom company that met an untimely death last
> year? :)
>
> Seriously, I think it's supposed to be the spirit
> of Gwen Ames. As I recall she was strangled near
> the canal section of Lake Anne while all the
> people who lived around there were at some concert
> on the plaza.
We lived in Reston from 1967 until 1972. There were less than 3,000 people there then. We were among the first residents of Golf Course Island, had a great condo. 4 bedroom, 4 bath, 4 level, was on house tour several times and was also written up in Washington Post because we had moved there from Paris and had all French antiques so was different from a modern house with modern furniture. I have so many memories, some good and some bad.
The bad were the first murder, a teenage girl, Gwen Ames, the mystery was never solved but it was really a big thing as everyone knew her and her family, and they were much loved. The second bad thing was that a small girl, think she was about 3 fell through the ice in Lake Anne and drowned. I still remember the sound of the drilling through the lake all winter trying to find the body. The day in the Spring when they finally found her her brother was at our house practicing in a band with our son, Michael. Band was Underground Current I think, they were very popular at the time. It was a very sad winter.
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> Another Reston Ghost story. Apparently many
> people claimed to see this gilr ghost over a
> weekend period -
>
> The Reton Ghost -- isn't that the tortured soul of
> a dotcom company that met an untimely death last
> year? :)
>
> Seriously, I think it's supposed to be the spirit
> of Gwen Ames. As I recall she was strangled near
> the canal section of Lake Anne while all the
> people who lived around there were at some concert
> on the plaza.
We lived in Reston from 1967 until 1972. There were less than 3,000 people there then. We were among the first residents of Golf Course Island, had a great condo. 4 bedroom, 4 bath, 4 level, was on house tour several times and was also written up in Washington Post because we had moved there from Paris and had all French antiques so was different from a modern house with modern furniture. I have so many memories, some good and some bad.
The bad were the first murder, a teenage girl, Gwen Ames, the mystery was never solved but it was really a big thing as everyone knew her and her family, and they were much loved. The second bad thing was that a small girl, think she was about 3 fell through the ice in Lake Anne and drowned. I still remember the sound of the drilling through the lake all winter trying to find the body. The day in the Spring when they finally found her her brother was at our house practicing in a band with our son, Michael. Band was Underground Current I think, they were very popular at the time. It was a very sad winter.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Gary Cox
()
Date: December 12, 2013 08:53AM
RMariotte@AOL.com Wrote:
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> Lurker Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Another Reston Ghost story. Apparently many
> > people claimed to see this gilr ghost over a
> > weekend period -
> >
> > The Reton Ghost -- isn't that the tortured soul
> of
> > a dotcom company that met an untimely death
> last
> > year? :)
> >
> > Seriously, I think it's supposed to be the
> spirit
> > of Gwen Ames. As I recall she was strangled
> near
> > the canal section of Lake Anne while all the
> > people who lived around there were at some
> concert
> > on the plaza.
>
> We lived in Reston from 1967 until 1972. There
> were less than 3,000 people there then. We were
> among the first residents of Golf Course Island,
> had a great condo. 4 bedroom, 4 bath, 4 level, was
> on house tour several times and was also written
> up in Washington Post because we had moved there
> from Paris and had all French antiques so was
> different from a modern house with modern
> furniture. I have so many memories, some good and
> some bad.
>
> The bad were the first murder, a teenage girl,
> Gwen Ames, the mystery was never solved but it was
> really a big thing as everyone knew her and her
> family, and they were much loved. The second bad
> thing was that a small girl, think she was about 3
> fell through the ice in Lake Anne and drowned. I
> still remember the sound of the drilling through
> the lake all winter trying to find the body. The
> day in the Spring when they finally found her her
> brother was at our house practicing in a band with
> our son, Michael. Band was Underground Current I
> think, they were very popular at the time. It was
> a very sad winter.
I grew up on West Ox Road and remember driving with my family up lawyers road to see the bulldozers cut down the first trees for what would be called "The 60 Foot Road". Lawyers was wide and just trees all the way to Rt. 7. Then the the weekend sightings of "The Reston Ghost."
I was at Lake Anne the night Gwen Ames was murdered. I was playing in a band at the center. The center was packed for a big event going on. Later we heard someone was strangled under the little bridge on the path along the center back where townhouses surround the lake. It shocked everyone.
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> Lurker Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Another Reston Ghost story. Apparently many
> > people claimed to see this gilr ghost over a
> > weekend period -
> >
> > The Reton Ghost -- isn't that the tortured soul
> of
> > a dotcom company that met an untimely death
> last
> > year? :)
> >
> > Seriously, I think it's supposed to be the
> spirit
> > of Gwen Ames. As I recall she was strangled
> near
> > the canal section of Lake Anne while all the
> > people who lived around there were at some
> concert
> > on the plaza.
>
> We lived in Reston from 1967 until 1972. There
> were less than 3,000 people there then. We were
> among the first residents of Golf Course Island,
> had a great condo. 4 bedroom, 4 bath, 4 level, was
> on house tour several times and was also written
> up in Washington Post because we had moved there
> from Paris and had all French antiques so was
> different from a modern house with modern
> furniture. I have so many memories, some good and
> some bad.
>
> The bad were the first murder, a teenage girl,
> Gwen Ames, the mystery was never solved but it was
> really a big thing as everyone knew her and her
> family, and they were much loved. The second bad
> thing was that a small girl, think she was about 3
> fell through the ice in Lake Anne and drowned. I
> still remember the sound of the drilling through
> the lake all winter trying to find the body. The
> day in the Spring when they finally found her her
> brother was at our house practicing in a band with
> our son, Michael. Band was Underground Current I
> think, they were very popular at the time. It was
> a very sad winter.
I grew up on West Ox Road and remember driving with my family up lawyers road to see the bulldozers cut down the first trees for what would be called "The 60 Foot Road". Lawyers was wide and just trees all the way to Rt. 7. Then the the weekend sightings of "The Reston Ghost."
I was at Lake Anne the night Gwen Ames was murdered. I was playing in a band at the center. The center was packed for a big event going on. Later we heard someone was strangled under the little bridge on the path along the center back where townhouses surround the lake. It shocked everyone.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Doris H
()
Date: December 12, 2013 09:36AM
As some of you mentioned I also remember when Gwen Ames was murdered. There is so little information on her murder and I am wondering if there is anyone out there that knows the year she was killed. I know where she is buried in the columbarium across the road from Herndon High School but would prefer not to have to go there to look.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Rob Morris
()
Date: December 12, 2013 11:19AM
Doris H Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> As some of you mentioned I also remember when Gwen
> Ames was murdered. There is so little information
> on her murder and I am wondering if there is
> anyone out there that knows the year she was
> killed. I know where she is buried in the
> columbarium across the road from Herndon High
> School but would prefer not to have to go there to
> look.
There was much talk at the time about the Gwen Ames murder, which I believe happened about '72. She was at my school bus stop but rode the high school bus. A lot of people said they knew who did it, but as far as I know, the murder was never solved.
-------------------------------------------------------
> As some of you mentioned I also remember when Gwen
> Ames was murdered. There is so little information
> on her murder and I am wondering if there is
> anyone out there that knows the year she was
> killed. I know where she is buried in the
> columbarium across the road from Herndon High
> School but would prefer not to have to go there to
> look.
There was much talk at the time about the Gwen Ames murder, which I believe happened about '72. She was at my school bus stop but rode the high school bus. A lot of people said they knew who did it, but as far as I know, the murder was never solved.
Gwen Ames murder / Reston Ghost?
Posted by:
The Reston Caper
()
Date: December 12, 2013 01:16PM
chenault Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> 345 Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I looked in depth for more info on the Gwen
> Ames
> > murder. Anyone got any sources of info on it?
>
>
> Gwen was a drug addict that got clean. She had
> been clean a year when the Reston Festival
> happened. She went to the festival and on her way
> home she was strangled. It was believed by law
> enforcement and everyone that it was her former
> dealer,but the police were afraid of him. This
> dealer pretty much ran Lake Anne Plaza. I saw him
> one night and he told a girl I was with, that if
> she didnt take off her cross she could end up the
> way Gwen did. We left the Washington Plaza
> Baptist church and him and his friends had a human
> chain across the road trying to stop us. It was
> frightening. They have never made an arrest in
> her death, that bothers me. Makes me a little
> nervous to write this, but there you go.
and this article from the Washington Post...
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/14/AR2007041401319_3.html
Interesting conversation on the The Reston Ghost sightings being tied to the Gwen Ames murder (or the other girl drowning) and the lack of information on the murder investigation.
I found this other link that would seem to link Gwen Ames murder with that of a suicide of another Reston girl (both were heroin addicts).
http://www.halexandria.org/sol224.htm
The author was interesting in writing a fictional story called, "The Reston Caper by Sol Aris", based on the real life murder and began a real-life investigation of sorts. Here's what she found...
The story revolves around the murder of an 18 year-old girl named Gwen Ames, in downtown Reston, Virginia. And it would appear that today is a most opportune time to be writing about this. I have a couple of different accounts as to the exact date of the murder, but it happened either on June 21 or July 13 of 1972 - so we're right in time for the 35th anniversary. (Addendum: for the sake of exactitude, after these words had already been published on the Internet it was discovered that the murder actually took place on June 4th that year.) Maybe that is what's making me finally try and at least put together this summary - because the feeling that I have to write something down about it has been seriously nagging me for the past two weeks.
Gwen Ames' body was found strangled a mere fifty feet away from the front door of her house, next to a little decorative bridge over a side estuary of artificial Lake Anne in the center of town. The narrow estuary separated Gwen's exclusive neighborhood from Lake Anne Plaza, the commercial and social heart of Reston, where on that day the annual three-day Reston Festival was winding down with the main and final show. The Festival was being organized that year, like every year before and since then, by Gwen's mother - a Ms. Priscilla Ames, one of the socially leading and most likely also the richest citizens of Reston. (Gwen's father never enters the picture and my sources had no idea who he was, Priscilla was a single mother.)
Gwen was only 18 when she died, yet she had evidently been a regular user of heroin for something like two or three years already. This in itself is a bit unusual but not overly so - as teenage users of heroin are known throughout the US. Gwen however, did not hail from the ordinary social strata of young users, who come mostly from poor working-class or welfare families and inner-city ghettos. Not a rich and exclusive suburban household like Gwen's.
Remember we're talking about Heroin here, the "killer drug", well known as such among all drug users. It's nowhere near the same as other "social drugs" which were much more prevalent among many groups of young people in the late sixties and seventies - mostly marijuana and LSD. Aficionados of the latter two had always been completely different people than the heroin users, and the two groups seldom intermix, despite the lies being spread about this by the "war on drugs" people. Most everybody is aware of how dangerous and deadly heroin can be, and relatively few actually try it, usually only those who don't really care about life so much.
Gwen's body carried no other signs of violence, so this was a "straight murder", not an attempted rape or robbery. The perpetrator was never caught, and according to the reports I heard, the murder was never properly investigated, but instead was apparently rather hastily moved back from the list of urgently pending cases. This was a bit strange, because Gwen's mother certainly had the social and political pull to see the investigation all the way through, had she really wanted it. On the other hand, she also had the pull in that little town to slow it down or shut it up altogether.
Therefore, my initial reaction when I first heard about this affair four years ago, was that Priscilla Ames didn't really care if the affair was investigated. The junkie Gwen may have become a serious embarrassment to her wealthy socialite mother. Maybe relations between the two had really grown strained towards the end and no love left between them at all, and it deteriorated to the point where the mother was actually relieved to see her go before things got really bad. Moreover, maybe the socialite mother got pregnant by mistake in the first place and never wanted this girl to begin with, which is what led fatherless Gwen to start using the death drug at an early age.
I even played around with the idea that Priscilla herself may have engineered the "unwanted daughter's" removal, hired some contract killer. That was of course far-fetched and had no evidence for it except the curious lack of investigation. Nonetheless, I felt that my psychological theory about the mother-daughter relationship here seemed to be reasonable and I would've left it at that, except for one little thing. It seems that little Gwen was far from being the only one with this problem in Reston.
The town of Reston is a very special case in Virginia, and in the entire US. It happens to be the "first planned suburban community" planned from scratch as such, and it formed the basis of thousands of like places throughout America. It was founded in 1961, when a New York investor named Robert E. Simon bought all the farm-land in the area for 13 million dollars, and decided to build a "model community" there. (By the way, this was not the first attempt to build a planned community on the spot - in 1892 a "Dr. Carl Wiehle" also drew big plans to create a Utopian Town there, which never properly took off.)
According to what the history books say, the name of Simon's town was created from his initials RES, which he turned into a clever pun on the word "rest", as the town was supposed to be a place of refuge for busy Washington DC people returning home from work. So this particular town is named after its owner/founder. (It's said that he originally played with names like "Simontown", and it's unclear who suggested the Reston pun to him.)
In any case, it turns out that this Robert Simon also had a young daughter, named Margot. And from what I've been able to ascertain, Margot Simon had also died in the year 1972 at the age of 18. Her death appears to have been entirely veneered over, and nobody can tell me anything about it. My main informant about these events said that back then everyone thought for the longest time that Margot had gone away to a boarding school.
How's that for a coincidence - the daughters of the two leading citizens of this "model town", both dead the same year in the prime of their youth, when they should've been becoming very welcome debutantes at social parties around the high-ranking DC crowd. But unfortunately the coincidence did not end there. Margot Simon was also a heroin user, a fact known around town, and she was found in her apartment dead of a heroin overdose.
The apartment was located on the 13th floor of the famous "Heron House." Robert Simon started his "Reston Dream" by building this tall apartment building, and it's widely considered "the first existing example of Modern Virginian architecture." Simon said he was not superstitious and lived on the entire thirteenth floor, where his daughter also had her separate place. The Heron House stands on the south-west side of the Lake Anne Plaza "harbor", on a wide embankment leading south of the Plaza which is for some reason called "the Boardwalk" (though it's not on boards, just a regular paved avenue.) The House is located not two hundred yards away from the cottage in which Priscilla and Gwen Ames lived.
So we have the two leading young ladies of this little town, both of them hooked on heroin and dead the same year at age 18? Even if my witnesses got some of the facts wrong after all this time about the dates and ages of the victims, it was still a very chilling coincidence, to say the least. I began asking some more questions about the town and its residents, and quickly discovered that Gwen and Margot were merely the tip of the iceberg.
Information about this was not easy to come by, everyone seemed to want to forget about that time and leave it in the past. I was getting all my answers on the particular point of drug-use only from one specific source. This person was living back home in Reston at this time and asking people questions, but finding it extremely difficult to get any answers. What eventually evolved however, was that the use of heroin among the young people in that town back in the late sixties - early seventies was *extremely* widespread, it was like every other teenager was on it, and possibly even higher than that.
Many of these people managed to drop their habit later and came back to life, and some of them even still live in the Reston area - these are the ones that I wouldn't want to get hurt today for their "stained" past. But I have also been able to amass a list of about twenty people, all of them from approximately the same age group, and ALL OF THEM from Gwen Ames' immediate crowd of close friends - who have all died from heroin or heroin-related causes between then and now. It's like, there is really nobody left alive now, aside her aged mother Priscilla Ames, who knew Gwen Ames personally and can tell us anything about her. The same can be said about Margot Simon - all her old cronies and friends are dead, but her old father Robert Simon is still alive (and apparently well) at close to 90.
This little statistic certainly gave me pause and made me consider all this a lot more seriously. Mind you, we're talking about a town of less than ten thousand residents in those days, with just one regional High School there that served three settlements. Their graduating class was probably not more than a hundred - hundred and fifty kids tops! And suddenly something like twenty percent of that graduating class is dead from heroin? And not just "any" twenty percent, but the Leading Percentile, people who should have by all rights become the foremost citizens of that town when their time came.
This whole thing was really becoming to sound very unusual. What the hell happened in that particular little town, that did not happen at other places, to make heroin use so prevalent there among the teenage rich and famous? Nobody could tell me this, and the only way to continue investigating was to search for further anomalies or unusual things in that town and in the surrounding area.
And at this point, I think I'll turn this story into installments, because it's really way, way too long. So let me just mail this first part off and catch some necessary z's at this time, but I promise to be back very soon with more, as the time has apparently come to put it all down.
Regards for now,
-------------------------------------------------------
> 345 Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I looked in depth for more info on the Gwen
> Ames
> > murder. Anyone got any sources of info on it?
>
>
> Gwen was a drug addict that got clean. She had
> been clean a year when the Reston Festival
> happened. She went to the festival and on her way
> home she was strangled. It was believed by law
> enforcement and everyone that it was her former
> dealer,but the police were afraid of him. This
> dealer pretty much ran Lake Anne Plaza. I saw him
> one night and he told a girl I was with, that if
> she didnt take off her cross she could end up the
> way Gwen did. We left the Washington Plaza
> Baptist church and him and his friends had a human
> chain across the road trying to stop us. It was
> frightening. They have never made an arrest in
> her death, that bothers me. Makes me a little
> nervous to write this, but there you go.
and this article from the Washington Post...
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/14/AR2007041401319_3.html
Interesting conversation on the The Reston Ghost sightings being tied to the Gwen Ames murder (or the other girl drowning) and the lack of information on the murder investigation.
I found this other link that would seem to link Gwen Ames murder with that of a suicide of another Reston girl (both were heroin addicts).
http://www.halexandria.org/sol224.htm
The author was interesting in writing a fictional story called, "The Reston Caper by Sol Aris", based on the real life murder and began a real-life investigation of sorts. Here's what she found...
The story revolves around the murder of an 18 year-old girl named Gwen Ames, in downtown Reston, Virginia. And it would appear that today is a most opportune time to be writing about this. I have a couple of different accounts as to the exact date of the murder, but it happened either on June 21 or July 13 of 1972 - so we're right in time for the 35th anniversary. (Addendum: for the sake of exactitude, after these words had already been published on the Internet it was discovered that the murder actually took place on June 4th that year.) Maybe that is what's making me finally try and at least put together this summary - because the feeling that I have to write something down about it has been seriously nagging me for the past two weeks.
Gwen Ames' body was found strangled a mere fifty feet away from the front door of her house, next to a little decorative bridge over a side estuary of artificial Lake Anne in the center of town. The narrow estuary separated Gwen's exclusive neighborhood from Lake Anne Plaza, the commercial and social heart of Reston, where on that day the annual three-day Reston Festival was winding down with the main and final show. The Festival was being organized that year, like every year before and since then, by Gwen's mother - a Ms. Priscilla Ames, one of the socially leading and most likely also the richest citizens of Reston. (Gwen's father never enters the picture and my sources had no idea who he was, Priscilla was a single mother.)
Gwen was only 18 when she died, yet she had evidently been a regular user of heroin for something like two or three years already. This in itself is a bit unusual but not overly so - as teenage users of heroin are known throughout the US. Gwen however, did not hail from the ordinary social strata of young users, who come mostly from poor working-class or welfare families and inner-city ghettos. Not a rich and exclusive suburban household like Gwen's.
Remember we're talking about Heroin here, the "killer drug", well known as such among all drug users. It's nowhere near the same as other "social drugs" which were much more prevalent among many groups of young people in the late sixties and seventies - mostly marijuana and LSD. Aficionados of the latter two had always been completely different people than the heroin users, and the two groups seldom intermix, despite the lies being spread about this by the "war on drugs" people. Most everybody is aware of how dangerous and deadly heroin can be, and relatively few actually try it, usually only those who don't really care about life so much.
Gwen's body carried no other signs of violence, so this was a "straight murder", not an attempted rape or robbery. The perpetrator was never caught, and according to the reports I heard, the murder was never properly investigated, but instead was apparently rather hastily moved back from the list of urgently pending cases. This was a bit strange, because Gwen's mother certainly had the social and political pull to see the investigation all the way through, had she really wanted it. On the other hand, she also had the pull in that little town to slow it down or shut it up altogether.
Therefore, my initial reaction when I first heard about this affair four years ago, was that Priscilla Ames didn't really care if the affair was investigated. The junkie Gwen may have become a serious embarrassment to her wealthy socialite mother. Maybe relations between the two had really grown strained towards the end and no love left between them at all, and it deteriorated to the point where the mother was actually relieved to see her go before things got really bad. Moreover, maybe the socialite mother got pregnant by mistake in the first place and never wanted this girl to begin with, which is what led fatherless Gwen to start using the death drug at an early age.
I even played around with the idea that Priscilla herself may have engineered the "unwanted daughter's" removal, hired some contract killer. That was of course far-fetched and had no evidence for it except the curious lack of investigation. Nonetheless, I felt that my psychological theory about the mother-daughter relationship here seemed to be reasonable and I would've left it at that, except for one little thing. It seems that little Gwen was far from being the only one with this problem in Reston.
The town of Reston is a very special case in Virginia, and in the entire US. It happens to be the "first planned suburban community" planned from scratch as such, and it formed the basis of thousands of like places throughout America. It was founded in 1961, when a New York investor named Robert E. Simon bought all the farm-land in the area for 13 million dollars, and decided to build a "model community" there. (By the way, this was not the first attempt to build a planned community on the spot - in 1892 a "Dr. Carl Wiehle" also drew big plans to create a Utopian Town there, which never properly took off.)
According to what the history books say, the name of Simon's town was created from his initials RES, which he turned into a clever pun on the word "rest", as the town was supposed to be a place of refuge for busy Washington DC people returning home from work. So this particular town is named after its owner/founder. (It's said that he originally played with names like "Simontown", and it's unclear who suggested the Reston pun to him.)
In any case, it turns out that this Robert Simon also had a young daughter, named Margot. And from what I've been able to ascertain, Margot Simon had also died in the year 1972 at the age of 18. Her death appears to have been entirely veneered over, and nobody can tell me anything about it. My main informant about these events said that back then everyone thought for the longest time that Margot had gone away to a boarding school.
How's that for a coincidence - the daughters of the two leading citizens of this "model town", both dead the same year in the prime of their youth, when they should've been becoming very welcome debutantes at social parties around the high-ranking DC crowd. But unfortunately the coincidence did not end there. Margot Simon was also a heroin user, a fact known around town, and she was found in her apartment dead of a heroin overdose.
The apartment was located on the 13th floor of the famous "Heron House." Robert Simon started his "Reston Dream" by building this tall apartment building, and it's widely considered "the first existing example of Modern Virginian architecture." Simon said he was not superstitious and lived on the entire thirteenth floor, where his daughter also had her separate place. The Heron House stands on the south-west side of the Lake Anne Plaza "harbor", on a wide embankment leading south of the Plaza which is for some reason called "the Boardwalk" (though it's not on boards, just a regular paved avenue.) The House is located not two hundred yards away from the cottage in which Priscilla and Gwen Ames lived.
So we have the two leading young ladies of this little town, both of them hooked on heroin and dead the same year at age 18? Even if my witnesses got some of the facts wrong after all this time about the dates and ages of the victims, it was still a very chilling coincidence, to say the least. I began asking some more questions about the town and its residents, and quickly discovered that Gwen and Margot were merely the tip of the iceberg.
Information about this was not easy to come by, everyone seemed to want to forget about that time and leave it in the past. I was getting all my answers on the particular point of drug-use only from one specific source. This person was living back home in Reston at this time and asking people questions, but finding it extremely difficult to get any answers. What eventually evolved however, was that the use of heroin among the young people in that town back in the late sixties - early seventies was *extremely* widespread, it was like every other teenager was on it, and possibly even higher than that.
Many of these people managed to drop their habit later and came back to life, and some of them even still live in the Reston area - these are the ones that I wouldn't want to get hurt today for their "stained" past. But I have also been able to amass a list of about twenty people, all of them from approximately the same age group, and ALL OF THEM from Gwen Ames' immediate crowd of close friends - who have all died from heroin or heroin-related causes between then and now. It's like, there is really nobody left alive now, aside her aged mother Priscilla Ames, who knew Gwen Ames personally and can tell us anything about her. The same can be said about Margot Simon - all her old cronies and friends are dead, but her old father Robert Simon is still alive (and apparently well) at close to 90.
This little statistic certainly gave me pause and made me consider all this a lot more seriously. Mind you, we're talking about a town of less than ten thousand residents in those days, with just one regional High School there that served three settlements. Their graduating class was probably not more than a hundred - hundred and fifty kids tops! And suddenly something like twenty percent of that graduating class is dead from heroin? And not just "any" twenty percent, but the Leading Percentile, people who should have by all rights become the foremost citizens of that town when their time came.
This whole thing was really becoming to sound very unusual. What the hell happened in that particular little town, that did not happen at other places, to make heroin use so prevalent there among the teenage rich and famous? Nobody could tell me this, and the only way to continue investigating was to search for further anomalies or unusual things in that town and in the surrounding area.
And at this point, I think I'll turn this story into installments, because it's really way, way too long. So let me just mail this first part off and catch some necessary z's at this time, but I promise to be back very soon with more, as the time has apparently come to put it all down.
Regards for now,
Re: Gwen Ames murder / Reston Ghost?
Posted by:
Ghost Hunter
()
Date: December 13, 2013 06:59AM
The Reston Caper Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Gwen Ames' body was found strangled a mere fifty
> feet away from the front door of her house, next
> to a little decorative bridge over a side estuary
> of artificial Lake Anne in the center of town. The
> narrow estuary separated Gwen's exclusive
> neighborhood from Lake Anne Plaza, the commercial
> and social heart of Reston, where on that day the
> annual three-day Reston Festival was winding down
> with the main and final show. The Festival was
> being organized that year, like every year before
> and since then, by Gwen's mother - a Ms. Priscilla
> Ames, one of the socially leading and most likely
> also the richest citizens of Reston. (Gwen's
> father never enters the picture and my sources had
> no idea who he was, Priscilla was a single
> mother.)
>
>
> Gwen was only 18 when she died, yet she had
> evidently been a regular user of heroin for
> something like two or three years already. This in
> itself is a bit unusual but not overly so - as
> teenage users of heroin are known throughout the
> US. Gwen however, did not hail from the ordinary
> social strata of young users, who come mostly from
> poor working-class or welfare families and
> inner-city ghettos. Not a rich and exclusive
> suburban household like Gwen's.
>
>
> Remember we're talking about Heroin here, the
> "killer drug", well known as such among all drug
> users. It's nowhere near the same as other "social
> drugs" which were much more prevalent among many
> groups of young people in the late sixties and
> seventies - mostly marijuana and LSD. Aficionados
> of the latter two had always been completely
> different people than the heroin users, and the
> two groups seldom intermix, despite the lies being
> spread about this by the "war on drugs" people.
> Most everybody is aware of how dangerous and
> deadly heroin can be, and relatively few actually
> try it, usually only those who don't really care
> about life so much.
>
>
> Gwen's body carried no other signs of violence, so
> this was a "straight murder", not an attempted
> rape or robbery. The perpetrator was never caught,
> and according to the reports I heard, the murder
> was never properly investigated, but instead was
> apparently rather hastily moved back from the list
> of urgently pending cases. This was a bit strange,
> because Gwen's mother certainly had the social and
> political pull to see the investigation all the
> way through, had she really wanted it. On the
> other hand, she also had the pull in that little
> town to slow it down or shut it up altogether.
>
>
> Therefore, my initial reaction when I first heard
> about this affair four years ago, was that
> Priscilla Ames didn't really care if the affair
> was investigated. The junkie Gwen may have become
> a serious embarrassment to her wealthy socialite
> mother. Maybe relations between the two had really
> grown strained towards the end and no love left
> between them at all, and it deteriorated to the
> point where the mother was actually relieved to
> see her go before things got really bad. Moreover,
> maybe the socialite mother got pregnant by mistake
> in the first place and never wanted this girl to
> begin with, which is what led fatherless Gwen to
> start using the death drug at an early age.
>
>
> I even played around with the idea that Priscilla
> herself may have engineered the "unwanted
> daughter's" removal, hired some contract killer.
> That was of course far-fetched and had no evidence
> for it except the curious lack of investigation.
> Nonetheless, I felt that my psychological theory
> about the mother-daughter relationship here seemed
> to be reasonable and I would've left it at that,
> except for one little thing. It seems that little
> Gwen was far from being the only one with this
> problem in Reston.
>
>
> The town of Reston is a very special case in
> Virginia, and in the entire US. It happens to be
> the "first planned suburban community" planned
> from scratch as such, and it formed the basis of
> thousands of like places throughout America. It
> was founded in 1961, when a New York investor
> named Robert E. Simon bought all the farm-land in
> the area for 13 million dollars, and decided to
> build a "model community" there. (By the way, this
> was not the first attempt to build a planned
> community on the spot - in 1892 a "Dr. Carl
> Wiehle" also drew big plans to create a Utopian
> Town there, which never properly took off.)
>
>
> According to what the history books say, the name
> of Simon's town was created from his initials RES,
> which he turned into a clever pun on the word
> "rest", as the town was supposed to be a place of
> refuge for busy Washington DC people returning
> home from work. So this particular town is named
> after its owner/founder. (It's said that he
> originally played with names like "Simontown", and
> it's unclear who suggested the Reston pun to him.)
>
>
>
> In any case, it turns out that this Robert Simon
> also had a young daughter, named Margot. And from
> what I've been able to ascertain, Margot Simon had
> also died in the year 1972 at the age of 18. Her
> death appears to have been entirely veneered over,
> and nobody can tell me anything about it. My main
> informant about these events said that back then
> everyone thought for the longest time that Margot
> had gone away to a boarding school.
>
>
> How's that for a coincidence - the daughters of
> the two leading citizens of this "model town",
> both dead the same year in the prime of their
> youth, when they should've been becoming very
> welcome debutantes at social parties around the
> high-ranking DC crowd. But unfortunately the
> coincidence did not end there. Margot Simon was
> also a heroin user, a fact known around town, and
> she was found in her apartment dead of a heroin
> overdose.
>
>
> The apartment was located on the 13th floor of the
> famous "Heron House." Robert Simon started his
> "Reston Dream" by building this tall apartment
> building, and it's widely considered "the first
> existing example of Modern Virginian
> architecture." Simon said he was not superstitious
> and lived on the entire thirteenth floor, where
> his daughter also had her separate place. The
> Heron House stands on the south-west side of the
> Lake Anne Plaza "harbor", on a wide embankment
> leading south of the Plaza which is for some
> reason called "the Boardwalk" (though it's not on
> boards, just a regular paved avenue.) The House is
> located not two hundred yards away from the
> cottage in which Priscilla and Gwen Ames lived.
>
>
> So we have the two leading young ladies of this
> little town, both of them hooked on heroin and
> dead the same year at age 18? Even if my witnesses
> got some of the facts wrong after all this time
> about the dates and ages of the victims, it was
> still a very chilling coincidence, to say the
> least. I began asking some more questions about
> the town and its residents, and quickly discovered
> that Gwen and Margot were merely the tip of the
> iceberg.
Interesting theory, and there are some important points that you make. The mother was prestigious in the Reston Community and yet the investigation went nowhere and there's very little information about the murder at all. Almost like it was swept under the rug.
I read in this Washington Post article that Fairfax County's chief prosecutor for 40 years, Robert F. Horan Jr. was retiring.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/14/AR2007041401319_3.html
"Of those that have not been solved, the one that bothers him the most is the death of Gwen Ames, 17, who was found strangled near Lake Anne Plaza in Reston in 1972."
Very sad, I'll bet he and the investigating officers have alot of information, but probably just not enough for an arrest or conviction.
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> Gwen Ames' body was found strangled a mere fifty
> feet away from the front door of her house, next
> to a little decorative bridge over a side estuary
> of artificial Lake Anne in the center of town. The
> narrow estuary separated Gwen's exclusive
> neighborhood from Lake Anne Plaza, the commercial
> and social heart of Reston, where on that day the
> annual three-day Reston Festival was winding down
> with the main and final show. The Festival was
> being organized that year, like every year before
> and since then, by Gwen's mother - a Ms. Priscilla
> Ames, one of the socially leading and most likely
> also the richest citizens of Reston. (Gwen's
> father never enters the picture and my sources had
> no idea who he was, Priscilla was a single
> mother.)
>
>
> Gwen was only 18 when she died, yet she had
> evidently been a regular user of heroin for
> something like two or three years already. This in
> itself is a bit unusual but not overly so - as
> teenage users of heroin are known throughout the
> US. Gwen however, did not hail from the ordinary
> social strata of young users, who come mostly from
> poor working-class or welfare families and
> inner-city ghettos. Not a rich and exclusive
> suburban household like Gwen's.
>
>
> Remember we're talking about Heroin here, the
> "killer drug", well known as such among all drug
> users. It's nowhere near the same as other "social
> drugs" which were much more prevalent among many
> groups of young people in the late sixties and
> seventies - mostly marijuana and LSD. Aficionados
> of the latter two had always been completely
> different people than the heroin users, and the
> two groups seldom intermix, despite the lies being
> spread about this by the "war on drugs" people.
> Most everybody is aware of how dangerous and
> deadly heroin can be, and relatively few actually
> try it, usually only those who don't really care
> about life so much.
>
>
> Gwen's body carried no other signs of violence, so
> this was a "straight murder", not an attempted
> rape or robbery. The perpetrator was never caught,
> and according to the reports I heard, the murder
> was never properly investigated, but instead was
> apparently rather hastily moved back from the list
> of urgently pending cases. This was a bit strange,
> because Gwen's mother certainly had the social and
> political pull to see the investigation all the
> way through, had she really wanted it. On the
> other hand, she also had the pull in that little
> town to slow it down or shut it up altogether.
>
>
> Therefore, my initial reaction when I first heard
> about this affair four years ago, was that
> Priscilla Ames didn't really care if the affair
> was investigated. The junkie Gwen may have become
> a serious embarrassment to her wealthy socialite
> mother. Maybe relations between the two had really
> grown strained towards the end and no love left
> between them at all, and it deteriorated to the
> point where the mother was actually relieved to
> see her go before things got really bad. Moreover,
> maybe the socialite mother got pregnant by mistake
> in the first place and never wanted this girl to
> begin with, which is what led fatherless Gwen to
> start using the death drug at an early age.
>
>
> I even played around with the idea that Priscilla
> herself may have engineered the "unwanted
> daughter's" removal, hired some contract killer.
> That was of course far-fetched and had no evidence
> for it except the curious lack of investigation.
> Nonetheless, I felt that my psychological theory
> about the mother-daughter relationship here seemed
> to be reasonable and I would've left it at that,
> except for one little thing. It seems that little
> Gwen was far from being the only one with this
> problem in Reston.
>
>
> The town of Reston is a very special case in
> Virginia, and in the entire US. It happens to be
> the "first planned suburban community" planned
> from scratch as such, and it formed the basis of
> thousands of like places throughout America. It
> was founded in 1961, when a New York investor
> named Robert E. Simon bought all the farm-land in
> the area for 13 million dollars, and decided to
> build a "model community" there. (By the way, this
> was not the first attempt to build a planned
> community on the spot - in 1892 a "Dr. Carl
> Wiehle" also drew big plans to create a Utopian
> Town there, which never properly took off.)
>
>
> According to what the history books say, the name
> of Simon's town was created from his initials RES,
> which he turned into a clever pun on the word
> "rest", as the town was supposed to be a place of
> refuge for busy Washington DC people returning
> home from work. So this particular town is named
> after its owner/founder. (It's said that he
> originally played with names like "Simontown", and
> it's unclear who suggested the Reston pun to him.)
>
>
>
> In any case, it turns out that this Robert Simon
> also had a young daughter, named Margot. And from
> what I've been able to ascertain, Margot Simon had
> also died in the year 1972 at the age of 18. Her
> death appears to have been entirely veneered over,
> and nobody can tell me anything about it. My main
> informant about these events said that back then
> everyone thought for the longest time that Margot
> had gone away to a boarding school.
>
>
> How's that for a coincidence - the daughters of
> the two leading citizens of this "model town",
> both dead the same year in the prime of their
> youth, when they should've been becoming very
> welcome debutantes at social parties around the
> high-ranking DC crowd. But unfortunately the
> coincidence did not end there. Margot Simon was
> also a heroin user, a fact known around town, and
> she was found in her apartment dead of a heroin
> overdose.
>
>
> The apartment was located on the 13th floor of the
> famous "Heron House." Robert Simon started his
> "Reston Dream" by building this tall apartment
> building, and it's widely considered "the first
> existing example of Modern Virginian
> architecture." Simon said he was not superstitious
> and lived on the entire thirteenth floor, where
> his daughter also had her separate place. The
> Heron House stands on the south-west side of the
> Lake Anne Plaza "harbor", on a wide embankment
> leading south of the Plaza which is for some
> reason called "the Boardwalk" (though it's not on
> boards, just a regular paved avenue.) The House is
> located not two hundred yards away from the
> cottage in which Priscilla and Gwen Ames lived.
>
>
> So we have the two leading young ladies of this
> little town, both of them hooked on heroin and
> dead the same year at age 18? Even if my witnesses
> got some of the facts wrong after all this time
> about the dates and ages of the victims, it was
> still a very chilling coincidence, to say the
> least. I began asking some more questions about
> the town and its residents, and quickly discovered
> that Gwen and Margot were merely the tip of the
> iceberg.
Interesting theory, and there are some important points that you make. The mother was prestigious in the Reston Community and yet the investigation went nowhere and there's very little information about the murder at all. Almost like it was swept under the rug.
I read in this Washington Post article that Fairfax County's chief prosecutor for 40 years, Robert F. Horan Jr. was retiring.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/14/AR2007041401319_3.html
"Of those that have not been solved, the one that bothers him the most is the death of Gwen Ames, 17, who was found strangled near Lake Anne Plaza in Reston in 1972."
Very sad, I'll bet he and the investigating officers have alot of information, but probably just not enough for an arrest or conviction.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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Date: December 14, 2013 08:38PM
GMU Hokie Wrote:
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> Perhaps it is the ghost of her sister . . .
>
> http://www.marieclaire.com/celebrity-lifestyle/art
> icles/living/remembering-tasha
>
> I always thought it was the Bush Patrol bullies
> who killed Tasha.
>
> Jean Harris wrote in her memoirs that girls had
> tied others to trees using chains.
>
>
> 345 Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > "The Auditorium at Madeira school in Great
> Falls.
> > I'm a skeptic myself but ive heard shit from
> > credible sources."
> >
> > Any details?
I had never heard of this one until I found it today.
http://www.marieclaire.com/celebrity-lifestyle/articles/remembering-tasha
When the phone rang in my house in London last month, I answered it abruptly, assuming it was a telemarketer. The voice sounded hesitant. "This is the Madeira School," a woman said slowly. "I thought you would want to know that John Gilreath died today."
What do you say when someone tells you that the man who brutally — no, sadistically — murdered your 14-year-old sister on her school campus over 30 years ago has died?
I'm so glad you called?
I just stared straight ahead. John Gilreath was 22 years old when he killed my sister, and nearly 7 feet tall. Two months before the school called, in a bizarre catharsis exercise at a weeklong psychological and spiritual retreat, I had battered his "body" (a cushion) to pieces with a plastic baseball bat. I then buried it and spit and trampled on its grave over and over again. The bashing exercise took me the better part of an hour and left me with several blisters on my hands.
My sister's murder is a chapter of my life I try and close, but every time I do, something comes along to open it up again. The therapists at the Hoffman Institute, in Kent, where I attended the retreat, felt that this painful exercise was a necessary part of closure and that my beating Gilreath to death would somehow atone for the way he beat my sister to death. When the call came to say he was actually dead (he was 58 and had been ill), I didn't know what to think. If you believe that the universe listens to your messages, this was proof. But for me, the call just served as a trigger. Now everyone else concerned, including the administrators and students at the school where she was killed, could "move on," as everyone likes to say. Tasha could finally be forgotten.
Grief, particularly the kind that comes with murder, never fades. You can ignore it, bury it, sublimate it, deny it, or bash it. You can busy yourself with work, but whenever you stop, it comes right back. And each time, the pain feels brand new.
But who am I to complain? My father, who had the worst time of us all, has his own unspeakable anguish. Then there was my eldest sister and my younger brother's pain to think about and, of course, Tasha's. Does writing about my pain mean I am going to give them more of it? If I speak out (because it helps me to do so), does it violate others' silence? Is there a hierarchy of pain? We never spoke about the murder as a family. We had no counseling, and to this day I fear bringing it up. I have not yet told my family about this article. Had they objected, I know I would have dutifully scrapped it. But this is part of my problem. Children of bereaved parents suffer a double bereavement. They lose their sibling and their parents at once. What's more, they're too worried about their parents' agonizing pain to mention their own.
Tasha would be 50 today. She would probably have children. She was a loving, fearless girl with big blue eyes, wavy blonde hair, and a deep love of animals. I imagine she would now be living on some farm in Connecticut with lots of dogs and children. I grieve every summer in Long Island when I see large extended families sitting together on the beach surrounded by children. I think, That could have been me. I am still angry that the forces of darkness chose us and not someone else. Tasha's death could have been prevented in any number of ways. How does one get over that?
I remember very little about my childhood prior to Tasha's murder except that I was euphorically happy. My parents described me as "calm" and "obedient." My father was an American diplomat who, after years of serving in Germany, France, and Russia, returned to Washington, D.C., for a four-year home tour. My Russian mother (who died of stomach cancer a few years ago) was an interpreter for the Nixon White House.
I was 12 on the day that Tasha died. My two sisters both attended the elite Madeira School, a private secondary school in McLean, VA, not far from our house in Arlington. I was still in elementary school. On the morning of October 29, 1973, my sisters left our house on the school bus. I only know the events that followed from a letter written to the Virginia parole board by Susan Craig, a classmate of Tasha's. (Each year, friends and relatives were asked to write letters to protest Gilreath's annual application for parole.) I only read this letter for the first time five years ago. It shocks me even now.
"On Monday, October 29th, Tasha had gone to the Chapel that crisp fall day for a mandatory meeting just before lunch," it says. "She had taken the time to walk a school bike up the steep hill to the Chapel. All of us knew that it was best to stash a bike in the bushes to be sure it was available for the ride down to the dining hall for lunch after chapel. Tasha was probably hungry and thinking of the afternoon schedule when she went to retrieve the bike." She never made it to lunch.
I returned from school that afternoon to find my mother in an agitated mood. Tasha had missed the school bus home. The first call was to the headmistress, who turned out to be absent that day. (Had she been there, she would have sounded the alarm bell much sooner.) My parents called all the friends Tasha might have gone home with. There were no cell phones in those days but also no school shootings. They didn't panic immediately.
We ate dinner as a family, but my parents were growing anxious. They called the police, who wrote it off as typical teenage behavior, and, tragically, only came to investigate several critical hours later. By nightfall, my parents were terrified. I went to bed and said my prayers.
The rest happened as I slept. When the police did finally arrive at the campus at 9 p.m., all they found were Tasha's bicycle and satchel of books near the thick forest that surrounded the school. It had rained heavily, covering any trace of scent for the dogs. The search was called off. My exhausted and worried parents, who had already been to the campus once, apparently fought over what to do next. My mother urged my father to return with Tasha's beloved golden retriever, Tilly. Finally, at 6 a.m., after being up all night, my father drove to the school. Tilly didn't need any time. She found Tasha's body within minutes.
"On Tuesday, October 30th, Tasha's battered, bruised, scraped, and dirt-stained body was found nude from the waist down by her father and family dog," Craig's letter says. "Tasha's hands were bound by blanket scraps and tied to a tree. Her hands were blackened by the tightness of the bonds. Her screams had been silenced by a gag stuffed in her mouth. There were dozens of cross-marked puncture wounds on her back and lower chest that were thought to have been inflicted by a pointed sharp instrument. He had probably used a Phillips-head screwdriver to puncture her flesh." I can hardly type the next few sentences. "Tasha's had been a particularly brutal murder as numerous cuts and bruises on her face and body clearly indicated prolonged torture," it says. "But she had put up a furious resistance. She had bled profusely. The temperature had dropped to 30 while she had been bound. She died from shock, exposure, and fatigue. She had endured 10 hours of agony before she died." I subsequently learned that she was not raped, but there were huge open wounds on her ankles from desperately trying to set herself free. My father found her in the forest, just 400 feet behind the Chapel. What happened next I have never been able to ask him.
Tasha weighed only 90 pounds and was barely 5 feet tall, the size that my 15-year-old son is today. Did my father carry her in his arms? How long were they alone together? I can't help but imagine myself in my father's shoes. I don't want to, but the mind doesn't care what you think.
I woke up the next morning and was packed off to school. Nothing was said. That afternoon, I was called out of class and told to return home. I remember the moment well. A woman from the office walked in with that awkward face that we all know comes with bad news. This bit is very hazy. My parents told us Tasha was dead, and then we were dispatched to my Russian grandparents' house in Maryland to get away from the dozens of reporters camped outside our home. From then on, it's a blur until the funeral.
My Russian Orthodox mother chose to display Tasha's body in the coffin as is customary in a religious funeral. As she stood up to kiss her, I began to shake. I was next in the line. I went up and kissed Tasha's cold face, which was covered in thick costume makeup to hide the bruises. I found it strange that she was dressed in a party dress. (Tasha had always been a tomboy.) Her body was the most grotesque sight I will ever see. Afterward, she was buried on a cold, wet day in an inner-city cemetery in Washington, D.C. When her body was lowered into the ground, I saw my father choke up with tears for the first time. It was also the first time I cried.
John Gilreath should never have been at large. He had been convicted of seven sex-related assaults. He once jumped out at a woman, hit her over the head with a brick, and after she screamed, threw her into the Potomac River. "He then abducted and molested another 14-year-old student at Madeira for two hours," writes Craig. "Gilreath received a suspended 20-year sentence for this attack. Less than two months later, he was arrested back on the school grounds." Gilreath said at my sister's murder trial that he had returned to prove that he had suppressed "irresistible" impulses to assault girls.
"Gilreath was released from state penitentiary by Judge William G. Plummer, who ordered the sentence later be suspended on condition that Gilreath be confined to a private mental institution until such time as the judge approved the release," wrote William Raspberry in The Washington Post on November 9, 1973. But in a succession of shocking legal errors, Gilreath's treatment was suspended, he was released by the Psychiatric Institute without the judge or parole officer's approval, and the Fairfax police never notified the school of his release. So on October 29, Gilreath returned to Madeira and murdered my sister with a screwdriver as her classmates sat a few hundred feet away.
My parents did not attend the trial at which Gilreath was convicted and sentenced to 50 years in prison. But only two weeks after Tasha's death, they testified before a House subcommittee (sitting next to a portrait of Tasha painted by my mother) to amend Senator Walter Mondale's Child Abuse Prevention and Treatment Act to cover child molestation and to provide grants to teach children self-defense. I have the newspaper clipping in front of me. Both look much older than their 40-some years. My mother's eyes look heavy and puffy.
My parents received thousands of letters. The phone rang hundreds of times a day. Camera crews were parked outside our house, but I wasn't aware of any of it. We were cocooned in my grandparents' tearful embraces, which I now realize is the reason the three of us survived those initial weeks. Years later, when I started consulting experts, I learned from David Trickey, a chartered consultant clinical psychologist and trauma expert, that "bereaved children don't need a lot of fancy therapy or anything special. What they need is to feel safe."
Last summer, I took my two boys, ages 15 and 13, to Berlin, where my family had moved shortly after Tasha's death and where we patched up what little we had left of family life. I decided this was the time to finally tell my children what had happened to us. "For kids, not talking about things makes them think, What is it that they're not talking about?" says Trickey. "They often assume it's worse than it was." I had to explain why I need constant reassurance that they have arrived safely at their destinations and why, even now that they are teenagers, they are not allowed to go into the ocean unless I am close by. The story spooked them (I spared them the details), but my closest friend from Berlin, who lost a child himself, said, "Better it comes from you than from someone else."
Berlin is where I had reinvented myself as a happy girl with two siblings and a dead cousin. When asked who the blonde girl was in the family photo, I would reply that it was my cousin who died in a horseback-riding accident. I didn't know anything about post-traumatic stress disorder or delayed grief then. What I did know was that you can't be 13 and stick out. So I killed Tasha off. She only came back into my life at age 16, when I watched the movie The Deer Hunter. The moment Christopher Walken holds the gun to his head in the Russian roulette game and we don't know whether he will live or die was the first time I had felt anything in years. The idea that you can die for any stupid reason at any time profoundly resonated with me. I had to be taken out of the movie theater because I was choking with tears.
It was only 13 years ago that I found out what really happened to Tasha. At the time, I didn't even know the name of her murderer. By then, I had married an Englishman and moved to London. After having just given birth to my second son, in a state of exhaustion, anxiety, postnatal depression, and extreme guilt (for my good fortune), I decided to see a psychiatrist who specializes in bereavement. Dr. Mark Berelowitz, a member of the department of child psychiatry at the Royal Free Hospital in London, explained that murder is the messiest crime of all because the victim is dead and the murderer is probably lying. He suggested I call the Madeira School, go through all the facts, and think about it. The idea, he said, was to kick-start the grieving process I had skipped because I had been too terrorized to feel. Disassociation or numbness, he said, is a common side effect of trauma. After learning the truth about what had happened to Tasha, I spent weeks sobbing and worrying that something equally sinister would befall my children.
About eight years later, still suffering from anxiety, I consulted Chris Brewin, professor of clinical psychology at University College in London. I had read about his latest research on PTSD. He explained that my amnesia around the events before and after Tasha's death was there for a reason. He wasn't sure that living the event over again, or even talking about it, would help. In fact, the psychological debriefing that is now routinely administered after any sort of trauma may not help at all. Going over the horrific details of my sister's death, he argued, might have caused more harm than good.
Why can't I, a happily married woman with two lovely teenage boys, just decide to forget a bit, or at least stop thinking about Tasha's death so much? I think it's because you can't live a happy life when the life of someone you loved ended so unhappily. It's because psychic pain is simply stored, waiting to come back again. Anke Ehlers, a professor of experimental psychology at the Institute of Psychiatry in London, explained to me the psychology of traumatic memories. These memories are so overwhelming, she says, that they have not been fully processed in the brain and keep intruding on everyday life. "The trauma feels as if it's in the here and now," she says. Tasha's murder keeps interfering with her death. "Traumatic memories get in the way of grief," says Ehlers. "All survivors remember is what the victim went through. They're still dealing with life and death." This is also called "pattern matching." When scared, your brain immediately sets about matching it to another scary event in the past.
In my case, I believe all scary moments must end in death. I think the worst possible scenario will always happen: The plane carrying my children to Maine will crash; the school's swine flu outbreak will be fatal. When things are really going well is when it gets really ugly. If my husband gets a promotion, I assume he will have a car accident. Happiness makes me feel anxious because I fear the punishment. I think, Why should I be so lucky?
When my youngest son went away to boarding school, I put away his photographs. I identified with childless or bereaved couples. The pain was so overwhelming that I dosed myself with wine every night and then sobbed in the bathroom. When it didn't stop after four months, I decided I wasn't just another mother missing her children. It was old grief coming to haunt me.
This is when I checked into the Hoffman Institute, where I was awakened to the possibility of a spiritual life and to the idea that if you sit with a painful feeling long enough, it passes. Avoiding difficult thoughts, says Ehlers, only makes them come at you more frequently. I found this extremely helpful. Trauma is like an illness: The more you know, the less scared you are of the symptoms. Even now as I type Tasha's name, I feel she was real and not some flashback from a horror movie.
I have also recently found hope in reading about something called post-traumatic growth. Several studies have found that trauma can be a force for good. "These changes," the study says, "include improved relationships, new possibilities for one's life, a great appreciation of life, greater sense of personal strength and spiritual development."
A grief counselor told me that it's probably too late for me to have any sort of proper "intervention." I can, however, change my mental outlook and even repair some damage (this is called neurogenesis) by improving my general emotional and physical health. This takes work. To create new, positive neural pathways means putting some brakes on my lifestyle. It means accepting that my nervous system will always be dodgy. Yoga, exercise, breathing exercises, rest, and nutrition are just part of it, but so is avoiding physical "triggers," such as the woods, for example, which terrify me. Alcohol, the PTSD sufferer's favorite self-medication, can make everything flare up again — particularly anger. It covers the pain momentarily only to make it much worse later.
About a year-and-a-half ago, I started a self-help book group with six girlfriends, which helps me feel supported and connected. I still worry too much, but I now remind myself that it's more likely to be a tripped switch (or neural leftover from 1973) than an actual emergency. In short, it really helps to know that what I think, feel, and fear is all perfectly normal, given the abnormality of what happened when I was 12. "Think of it as a permanent limp," says Trickey. "What happened to you is going to color your world, but it doesn't have to color your world too much."
I'm never going to get over Tasha, but I might eventually get used to living with her.
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> Perhaps it is the ghost of her sister . . .
>
> http://www.marieclaire.com/celebrity-lifestyle/art
> icles/living/remembering-tasha
>
> I always thought it was the Bush Patrol bullies
> who killed Tasha.
>
> Jean Harris wrote in her memoirs that girls had
> tied others to trees using chains.
>
>
> 345 Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > "The Auditorium at Madeira school in Great
> Falls.
> > I'm a skeptic myself but ive heard shit from
> > credible sources."
> >
> > Any details?
I had never heard of this one until I found it today.
http://www.marieclaire.com/celebrity-lifestyle/articles/remembering-tasha
When the phone rang in my house in London last month, I answered it abruptly, assuming it was a telemarketer. The voice sounded hesitant. "This is the Madeira School," a woman said slowly. "I thought you would want to know that John Gilreath died today."
What do you say when someone tells you that the man who brutally — no, sadistically — murdered your 14-year-old sister on her school campus over 30 years ago has died?
I'm so glad you called?
I just stared straight ahead. John Gilreath was 22 years old when he killed my sister, and nearly 7 feet tall. Two months before the school called, in a bizarre catharsis exercise at a weeklong psychological and spiritual retreat, I had battered his "body" (a cushion) to pieces with a plastic baseball bat. I then buried it and spit and trampled on its grave over and over again. The bashing exercise took me the better part of an hour and left me with several blisters on my hands.
My sister's murder is a chapter of my life I try and close, but every time I do, something comes along to open it up again. The therapists at the Hoffman Institute, in Kent, where I attended the retreat, felt that this painful exercise was a necessary part of closure and that my beating Gilreath to death would somehow atone for the way he beat my sister to death. When the call came to say he was actually dead (he was 58 and had been ill), I didn't know what to think. If you believe that the universe listens to your messages, this was proof. But for me, the call just served as a trigger. Now everyone else concerned, including the administrators and students at the school where she was killed, could "move on," as everyone likes to say. Tasha could finally be forgotten.
Grief, particularly the kind that comes with murder, never fades. You can ignore it, bury it, sublimate it, deny it, or bash it. You can busy yourself with work, but whenever you stop, it comes right back. And each time, the pain feels brand new.
But who am I to complain? My father, who had the worst time of us all, has his own unspeakable anguish. Then there was my eldest sister and my younger brother's pain to think about and, of course, Tasha's. Does writing about my pain mean I am going to give them more of it? If I speak out (because it helps me to do so), does it violate others' silence? Is there a hierarchy of pain? We never spoke about the murder as a family. We had no counseling, and to this day I fear bringing it up. I have not yet told my family about this article. Had they objected, I know I would have dutifully scrapped it. But this is part of my problem. Children of bereaved parents suffer a double bereavement. They lose their sibling and their parents at once. What's more, they're too worried about their parents' agonizing pain to mention their own.
Tasha would be 50 today. She would probably have children. She was a loving, fearless girl with big blue eyes, wavy blonde hair, and a deep love of animals. I imagine she would now be living on some farm in Connecticut with lots of dogs and children. I grieve every summer in Long Island when I see large extended families sitting together on the beach surrounded by children. I think, That could have been me. I am still angry that the forces of darkness chose us and not someone else. Tasha's death could have been prevented in any number of ways. How does one get over that?
I remember very little about my childhood prior to Tasha's murder except that I was euphorically happy. My parents described me as "calm" and "obedient." My father was an American diplomat who, after years of serving in Germany, France, and Russia, returned to Washington, D.C., for a four-year home tour. My Russian mother (who died of stomach cancer a few years ago) was an interpreter for the Nixon White House.
I was 12 on the day that Tasha died. My two sisters both attended the elite Madeira School, a private secondary school in McLean, VA, not far from our house in Arlington. I was still in elementary school. On the morning of October 29, 1973, my sisters left our house on the school bus. I only know the events that followed from a letter written to the Virginia parole board by Susan Craig, a classmate of Tasha's. (Each year, friends and relatives were asked to write letters to protest Gilreath's annual application for parole.) I only read this letter for the first time five years ago. It shocks me even now.
"On Monday, October 29th, Tasha had gone to the Chapel that crisp fall day for a mandatory meeting just before lunch," it says. "She had taken the time to walk a school bike up the steep hill to the Chapel. All of us knew that it was best to stash a bike in the bushes to be sure it was available for the ride down to the dining hall for lunch after chapel. Tasha was probably hungry and thinking of the afternoon schedule when she went to retrieve the bike." She never made it to lunch.
I returned from school that afternoon to find my mother in an agitated mood. Tasha had missed the school bus home. The first call was to the headmistress, who turned out to be absent that day. (Had she been there, she would have sounded the alarm bell much sooner.) My parents called all the friends Tasha might have gone home with. There were no cell phones in those days but also no school shootings. They didn't panic immediately.
We ate dinner as a family, but my parents were growing anxious. They called the police, who wrote it off as typical teenage behavior, and, tragically, only came to investigate several critical hours later. By nightfall, my parents were terrified. I went to bed and said my prayers.
The rest happened as I slept. When the police did finally arrive at the campus at 9 p.m., all they found were Tasha's bicycle and satchel of books near the thick forest that surrounded the school. It had rained heavily, covering any trace of scent for the dogs. The search was called off. My exhausted and worried parents, who had already been to the campus once, apparently fought over what to do next. My mother urged my father to return with Tasha's beloved golden retriever, Tilly. Finally, at 6 a.m., after being up all night, my father drove to the school. Tilly didn't need any time. She found Tasha's body within minutes.
"On Tuesday, October 30th, Tasha's battered, bruised, scraped, and dirt-stained body was found nude from the waist down by her father and family dog," Craig's letter says. "Tasha's hands were bound by blanket scraps and tied to a tree. Her hands were blackened by the tightness of the bonds. Her screams had been silenced by a gag stuffed in her mouth. There were dozens of cross-marked puncture wounds on her back and lower chest that were thought to have been inflicted by a pointed sharp instrument. He had probably used a Phillips-head screwdriver to puncture her flesh." I can hardly type the next few sentences. "Tasha's had been a particularly brutal murder as numerous cuts and bruises on her face and body clearly indicated prolonged torture," it says. "But she had put up a furious resistance. She had bled profusely. The temperature had dropped to 30 while she had been bound. She died from shock, exposure, and fatigue. She had endured 10 hours of agony before she died." I subsequently learned that she was not raped, but there were huge open wounds on her ankles from desperately trying to set herself free. My father found her in the forest, just 400 feet behind the Chapel. What happened next I have never been able to ask him.
Tasha weighed only 90 pounds and was barely 5 feet tall, the size that my 15-year-old son is today. Did my father carry her in his arms? How long were they alone together? I can't help but imagine myself in my father's shoes. I don't want to, but the mind doesn't care what you think.
I woke up the next morning and was packed off to school. Nothing was said. That afternoon, I was called out of class and told to return home. I remember the moment well. A woman from the office walked in with that awkward face that we all know comes with bad news. This bit is very hazy. My parents told us Tasha was dead, and then we were dispatched to my Russian grandparents' house in Maryland to get away from the dozens of reporters camped outside our home. From then on, it's a blur until the funeral.
My Russian Orthodox mother chose to display Tasha's body in the coffin as is customary in a religious funeral. As she stood up to kiss her, I began to shake. I was next in the line. I went up and kissed Tasha's cold face, which was covered in thick costume makeup to hide the bruises. I found it strange that she was dressed in a party dress. (Tasha had always been a tomboy.) Her body was the most grotesque sight I will ever see. Afterward, she was buried on a cold, wet day in an inner-city cemetery in Washington, D.C. When her body was lowered into the ground, I saw my father choke up with tears for the first time. It was also the first time I cried.
John Gilreath should never have been at large. He had been convicted of seven sex-related assaults. He once jumped out at a woman, hit her over the head with a brick, and after she screamed, threw her into the Potomac River. "He then abducted and molested another 14-year-old student at Madeira for two hours," writes Craig. "Gilreath received a suspended 20-year sentence for this attack. Less than two months later, he was arrested back on the school grounds." Gilreath said at my sister's murder trial that he had returned to prove that he had suppressed "irresistible" impulses to assault girls.
"Gilreath was released from state penitentiary by Judge William G. Plummer, who ordered the sentence later be suspended on condition that Gilreath be confined to a private mental institution until such time as the judge approved the release," wrote William Raspberry in The Washington Post on November 9, 1973. But in a succession of shocking legal errors, Gilreath's treatment was suspended, he was released by the Psychiatric Institute without the judge or parole officer's approval, and the Fairfax police never notified the school of his release. So on October 29, Gilreath returned to Madeira and murdered my sister with a screwdriver as her classmates sat a few hundred feet away.
My parents did not attend the trial at which Gilreath was convicted and sentenced to 50 years in prison. But only two weeks after Tasha's death, they testified before a House subcommittee (sitting next to a portrait of Tasha painted by my mother) to amend Senator Walter Mondale's Child Abuse Prevention and Treatment Act to cover child molestation and to provide grants to teach children self-defense. I have the newspaper clipping in front of me. Both look much older than their 40-some years. My mother's eyes look heavy and puffy.
My parents received thousands of letters. The phone rang hundreds of times a day. Camera crews were parked outside our house, but I wasn't aware of any of it. We were cocooned in my grandparents' tearful embraces, which I now realize is the reason the three of us survived those initial weeks. Years later, when I started consulting experts, I learned from David Trickey, a chartered consultant clinical psychologist and trauma expert, that "bereaved children don't need a lot of fancy therapy or anything special. What they need is to feel safe."
Last summer, I took my two boys, ages 15 and 13, to Berlin, where my family had moved shortly after Tasha's death and where we patched up what little we had left of family life. I decided this was the time to finally tell my children what had happened to us. "For kids, not talking about things makes them think, What is it that they're not talking about?" says Trickey. "They often assume it's worse than it was." I had to explain why I need constant reassurance that they have arrived safely at their destinations and why, even now that they are teenagers, they are not allowed to go into the ocean unless I am close by. The story spooked them (I spared them the details), but my closest friend from Berlin, who lost a child himself, said, "Better it comes from you than from someone else."
Berlin is where I had reinvented myself as a happy girl with two siblings and a dead cousin. When asked who the blonde girl was in the family photo, I would reply that it was my cousin who died in a horseback-riding accident. I didn't know anything about post-traumatic stress disorder or delayed grief then. What I did know was that you can't be 13 and stick out. So I killed Tasha off. She only came back into my life at age 16, when I watched the movie The Deer Hunter. The moment Christopher Walken holds the gun to his head in the Russian roulette game and we don't know whether he will live or die was the first time I had felt anything in years. The idea that you can die for any stupid reason at any time profoundly resonated with me. I had to be taken out of the movie theater because I was choking with tears.
It was only 13 years ago that I found out what really happened to Tasha. At the time, I didn't even know the name of her murderer. By then, I had married an Englishman and moved to London. After having just given birth to my second son, in a state of exhaustion, anxiety, postnatal depression, and extreme guilt (for my good fortune), I decided to see a psychiatrist who specializes in bereavement. Dr. Mark Berelowitz, a member of the department of child psychiatry at the Royal Free Hospital in London, explained that murder is the messiest crime of all because the victim is dead and the murderer is probably lying. He suggested I call the Madeira School, go through all the facts, and think about it. The idea, he said, was to kick-start the grieving process I had skipped because I had been too terrorized to feel. Disassociation or numbness, he said, is a common side effect of trauma. After learning the truth about what had happened to Tasha, I spent weeks sobbing and worrying that something equally sinister would befall my children.
About eight years later, still suffering from anxiety, I consulted Chris Brewin, professor of clinical psychology at University College in London. I had read about his latest research on PTSD. He explained that my amnesia around the events before and after Tasha's death was there for a reason. He wasn't sure that living the event over again, or even talking about it, would help. In fact, the psychological debriefing that is now routinely administered after any sort of trauma may not help at all. Going over the horrific details of my sister's death, he argued, might have caused more harm than good.
Why can't I, a happily married woman with two lovely teenage boys, just decide to forget a bit, or at least stop thinking about Tasha's death so much? I think it's because you can't live a happy life when the life of someone you loved ended so unhappily. It's because psychic pain is simply stored, waiting to come back again. Anke Ehlers, a professor of experimental psychology at the Institute of Psychiatry in London, explained to me the psychology of traumatic memories. These memories are so overwhelming, she says, that they have not been fully processed in the brain and keep intruding on everyday life. "The trauma feels as if it's in the here and now," she says. Tasha's murder keeps interfering with her death. "Traumatic memories get in the way of grief," says Ehlers. "All survivors remember is what the victim went through. They're still dealing with life and death." This is also called "pattern matching." When scared, your brain immediately sets about matching it to another scary event in the past.
In my case, I believe all scary moments must end in death. I think the worst possible scenario will always happen: The plane carrying my children to Maine will crash; the school's swine flu outbreak will be fatal. When things are really going well is when it gets really ugly. If my husband gets a promotion, I assume he will have a car accident. Happiness makes me feel anxious because I fear the punishment. I think, Why should I be so lucky?
When my youngest son went away to boarding school, I put away his photographs. I identified with childless or bereaved couples. The pain was so overwhelming that I dosed myself with wine every night and then sobbed in the bathroom. When it didn't stop after four months, I decided I wasn't just another mother missing her children. It was old grief coming to haunt me.
This is when I checked into the Hoffman Institute, where I was awakened to the possibility of a spiritual life and to the idea that if you sit with a painful feeling long enough, it passes. Avoiding difficult thoughts, says Ehlers, only makes them come at you more frequently. I found this extremely helpful. Trauma is like an illness: The more you know, the less scared you are of the symptoms. Even now as I type Tasha's name, I feel she was real and not some flashback from a horror movie.
I have also recently found hope in reading about something called post-traumatic growth. Several studies have found that trauma can be a force for good. "These changes," the study says, "include improved relationships, new possibilities for one's life, a great appreciation of life, greater sense of personal strength and spiritual development."
A grief counselor told me that it's probably too late for me to have any sort of proper "intervention." I can, however, change my mental outlook and even repair some damage (this is called neurogenesis) by improving my general emotional and physical health. This takes work. To create new, positive neural pathways means putting some brakes on my lifestyle. It means accepting that my nervous system will always be dodgy. Yoga, exercise, breathing exercises, rest, and nutrition are just part of it, but so is avoiding physical "triggers," such as the woods, for example, which terrify me. Alcohol, the PTSD sufferer's favorite self-medication, can make everything flare up again — particularly anger. It covers the pain momentarily only to make it much worse later.
About a year-and-a-half ago, I started a self-help book group with six girlfriends, which helps me feel supported and connected. I still worry too much, but I now remind myself that it's more likely to be a tripped switch (or neural leftover from 1973) than an actual emergency. In short, it really helps to know that what I think, feel, and fear is all perfectly normal, given the abnormality of what happened when I was 12. "Think of it as a permanent limp," says Trickey. "What happened to you is going to color your world, but it doesn't have to color your world too much."
I'm never going to get over Tasha, but I might eventually get used to living with her.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
FRANKLIN FARMS IS HAUNTED
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Date: December 15, 2013 05:28AM
wE have a close relative that lives in Herndon VA Franklin farm development on thorngate Dr. For years I've know the house is haunted. My many visits to to house and I have also resided there for the last few years.
My experience has been shared with other family member. First case once I was in the house alone about 19 years ago as I sat in the family room I hard loud and clear someone heavy footsteps come up out of the basement into the foyer and open the front door.I yelled out expecting a reply and no one did. I got up and search front door was locked. I was so scared I wanted to leave then and there. Second occurrence was I conversing with two relatives in the kicten and one the owner of the house and suddlenly a huge 30lb picture slammed from the dining room wall now the picture hung over a a credenza which had a lot of glassware, and wine decantors the huge picture was found by myself lying on the dining room floor flat on it's face between the dining table and the credenza not a single glass item broken.
It was though something had slammed it down. I also witnessed a wedding picture hurl from a bookshelf mid air to the floor third event my child and her cousin witness a tall dark shadow floating from the upstairs to the living during a thanksgiving dinner prayer.
At night I hear and see the hall light go out and also footsteps in the early morning (unexplained). My sister recently stayed here and she just told me that she woke and saw a lady in a red flowing dress who she though was me. She reached out and called my name and the lady disappeared like a cartoon. She was so shaken she slept with the light on all night. I can go on and on but you get the picture. I would love to know the history of Franklin farm and why it is so active at this location.
If anyone else has a experience who lives here please let me know about it.
My experience has been shared with other family member. First case once I was in the house alone about 19 years ago as I sat in the family room I hard loud and clear someone heavy footsteps come up out of the basement into the foyer and open the front door.I yelled out expecting a reply and no one did. I got up and search front door was locked. I was so scared I wanted to leave then and there. Second occurrence was I conversing with two relatives in the kicten and one the owner of the house and suddlenly a huge 30lb picture slammed from the dining room wall now the picture hung over a a credenza which had a lot of glassware, and wine decantors the huge picture was found by myself lying on the dining room floor flat on it's face between the dining table and the credenza not a single glass item broken.
It was though something had slammed it down. I also witnessed a wedding picture hurl from a bookshelf mid air to the floor third event my child and her cousin witness a tall dark shadow floating from the upstairs to the living during a thanksgiving dinner prayer.
At night I hear and see the hall light go out and also footsteps in the early morning (unexplained). My sister recently stayed here and she just told me that she woke and saw a lady in a red flowing dress who she though was me. She reached out and called my name and the lady disappeared like a cartoon. She was so shaken she slept with the light on all night. I can go on and on but you get the picture. I would love to know the history of Franklin farm and why it is so active at this location.
If anyone else has a experience who lives here please let me know about it.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
gabe
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Date: December 17, 2013 07:58AM
I used to live in Clifton Forge, Allegany Street and in my room I used to wake up to a shaking sensation then looked up and saw a black figure standing over me and looking down at me. Also me and my friend were in what we called the play room and we saw a coffin appear and disappear seconds later. Also my cousin and I were playing in my room then later cut off the lights and played hide and seek. I ran to hide under my covers and saw four dark figures go through the play room door carrying a coffin then disappeared when they went to my door.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
gabe
()
Date: December 17, 2013 07:58AM
I used to live in Clifton Forge, Allegany Street and in my room I used to wake up to a shaking sensation then looked up and saw a black figure standing over me and looking down at me. Also me and my friend were in what we called the play room and we saw a coffin appear and disappear seconds later. Also my cousin and I were playing in my room then later cut off the lights and played hide and seek. I ran to hide under my covers and saw four dark figures go through the play room door carrying a coffin then disappeared when they went to my door.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Olde Towne Inn
()
Date: December 17, 2013 08:27AM
Miss Lucy Wrote:
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> Olde Town Inn Hotel Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > A place you might want to check out is Olde
> Town
> > Inn Hotel. They say there is a ghost named Miss
> > Lucy who haunts rooms # 50 to 54. It is said
> that
> > she sometimes holds people a few inches in the
> air
> > over their bed, moves things in the room, turns
> on
> > water faucets or turns off lights. They say she
> > loves to play pranks on whomever sleeps in one
> of
> > those rooms. Before the place had its
> reputation
> > for being haunted my kids and i stayed in room
> 54
> > ..the only thing that happened to us was the
> > lights kept going off and on periodically, and
> the
> > kids ( they were all under 5 at the time)..
> would
> > say they saw someone briefly and the the
> 'someone
> > ' disappeared...also you got this strange
> feeling
> > that you were being watched.) Whether that was
> > Miss Lucy or not i have no clue....but it was
> > kinda cool staying there...lol.
>
> Manassas Hotel Keeps Frightening Guests
> http://potomaclocal.com/2012/10/02/manassas-hotel-
> keeps-frightening-guest/
>
> MANASSAS, Va. – Manassas is a small city teeming
> with landmarks and a harried history that dates
> back to before the Civil War. One of these
> historical landmarks, the Olde Towne Inn, has its
> share of haunted history and paranormal activity
> that will make even the biggest skeptic a
> believer.
>
> The Olde Towne Inn on Main Street in Old Town
> Manassas has been a local hot spot for residents
> to grab a bite or a drink, or for tourists staying
> in the Washington area. And while people may have
> come to expect great service and a good night in
> Manassas, what they may not expect is a ghost
> showing them a good time.
>
> Inn employees and guests alike have reported
> strange sounds and sites on the property, with
> many of the reports coming from rooms 50, 52 and
> 54. One recent report of activity took place in
> room 54 at the hotel.
>
> “The wife reported the sound of something
> crashing to the bathroom floor, but said when she
> and her husband rushed to the door, absolutely
> nothing was broken. Although they felt uneasy,
> they tried to get some sleep,” said Lisa
> Sievel-Otten of the Manassas Museum.
>
> While they may have tried to shrug it off, the
> spirit had other ideas, waking the couple by
> tugging on their mattress, which immediately
> alerted the couple, who searched the room to find
> it empty. Their initial reaction was that it may
> have been an animal in the room but could find
> nothing. Again shrugging off what had happened,
> the wife returned to the bed where she witnessed
> her husband levitating, before falling on to the
> floor from the bed.
>
> And who is the ghostly perpetrator responsible for
> these reports? Many believe it to be from a Miss
> Lucy, a young and playful spirit from the time of
> the Civil War – a key time period in Manassas’
> history.
>
> The next morning, the couple reported the
> occurrence, and the staff replied, “‘Oh,
> that’s Miss Lucy up to her old tricks. She
> usually stays in Room 52, but sometimes she
> wanders into rooms nearby,’” said
> Sievel-Otten.
>
> Was this the presence of a Civil War period
> other-worldy spirit, amusing herself by
> interacting with guests? Or is it simply an
> overreaction to a long night and a need for rest?
> Take a trip to see the Olde Towne Inn, and you may
> be able to discover the truth for yourself.
>
> Want to hear more about the local haunts of
> Manassas? Then consider taking a Spirited Past
> Tour during the Halloween season, hosted by the
> Manassas Museum. The tours will take place at the
> end of October.
You might find this interesting...
http://www.haunted-places.com/virginia.htm
Another Virginia paranormal hotspot is the Old Town Inn in Manassas, just outside Washington, DC. Recently, a family vacationing from Griffith, Indiana, were caught in a violent thunderstorm one evening and sought lodging at the inn. They were assigned Room 54 of the century-old hotel. The thunderstorm had knocked out TV reception, so the husband, wife, and ten-year-old son sat in their room, talking about their trip. Suddenly they heard the sound of something crashing to the bathroom floor, but when they investigated, they could find nothing wrong. Again they were interrupted by the sound of breaking objects in the bathroom. Again, they could find nothing broken. Shortly after going to bed, the wife was awakened by a strange tugging on her mattress. The odd sensation continued, and she decided to wake up her husband. She told him there was something strange going on and insisted they trade beds. Before long, her husband was experiencing the same sensation. He jumped out of bed, searched around the room, and found nothing. He told his wife that there must be mice in the room, crawled back into bed, and soon fell asleep. His wife lay in the dark, trying to sleep. Then, in amazement, she watched her sleeping spouse levitate off the bed and fall to the floor. She tried to explain to her dazed husband that some force had thrown him to the floor, but his incredulous stare made her drop the subject and get back into bed.They got up the next morning, hoping to get an early start. The husband was putting his clothes on, and his wife had already dressed and was busy blow-drying her hair. The man walked to the window and peeked out: it was pitch black outside. He looked at his watch and realized it was only 1:30 A.M. The bewildered couple undressed and went back to bed. Finally came the light of morning. The family dressed and went downstairs to the inn's restaurant. After breakfast, the husband stopped at the front desk to ask if there was a problem with rodents at the inn. He related what had happened to manager Janie Pugh, who smiled and said: "Oh, that's Miss Lucy up to her old tricks. She usually stays in Room 52 but sometimes wanders into rooms nearby." Miss Lucy's antics had been witnessed by both employees and guests alike. Meanwhile, his wife and son waited at their table in the restaurant. A lady wearing an old overcoat and a nightgown came up to them and asked where to get food to go. The wife pointed to the cashier. The lady came back in a few minutes to thank her for being so kind. Curious about the lady's odd behavior, she watched her walk away and brush past her husband, who was returning to their table. "That old lady who just walked by you is weird," the wife said. "What old lady," replied her husband, "I didn't see anyone."
-------------------------------------------------------
> Olde Town Inn Hotel Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > A place you might want to check out is Olde
> Town
> > Inn Hotel. They say there is a ghost named Miss
> > Lucy who haunts rooms # 50 to 54. It is said
> that
> > she sometimes holds people a few inches in the
> air
> > over their bed, moves things in the room, turns
> on
> > water faucets or turns off lights. They say she
> > loves to play pranks on whomever sleeps in one
> of
> > those rooms. Before the place had its
> reputation
> > for being haunted my kids and i stayed in room
> 54
> > ..the only thing that happened to us was the
> > lights kept going off and on periodically, and
> the
> > kids ( they were all under 5 at the time)..
> would
> > say they saw someone briefly and the the
> 'someone
> > ' disappeared...also you got this strange
> feeling
> > that you were being watched.) Whether that was
> > Miss Lucy or not i have no clue....but it was
> > kinda cool staying there...lol.
>
> Manassas Hotel Keeps Frightening Guests
> http://potomaclocal.com/2012/10/02/manassas-hotel-
> keeps-frightening-guest/
>
> MANASSAS, Va. – Manassas is a small city teeming
> with landmarks and a harried history that dates
> back to before the Civil War. One of these
> historical landmarks, the Olde Towne Inn, has its
> share of haunted history and paranormal activity
> that will make even the biggest skeptic a
> believer.
>
> The Olde Towne Inn on Main Street in Old Town
> Manassas has been a local hot spot for residents
> to grab a bite or a drink, or for tourists staying
> in the Washington area. And while people may have
> come to expect great service and a good night in
> Manassas, what they may not expect is a ghost
> showing them a good time.
>
> Inn employees and guests alike have reported
> strange sounds and sites on the property, with
> many of the reports coming from rooms 50, 52 and
> 54. One recent report of activity took place in
> room 54 at the hotel.
>
> “The wife reported the sound of something
> crashing to the bathroom floor, but said when she
> and her husband rushed to the door, absolutely
> nothing was broken. Although they felt uneasy,
> they tried to get some sleep,” said Lisa
> Sievel-Otten of the Manassas Museum.
>
> While they may have tried to shrug it off, the
> spirit had other ideas, waking the couple by
> tugging on their mattress, which immediately
> alerted the couple, who searched the room to find
> it empty. Their initial reaction was that it may
> have been an animal in the room but could find
> nothing. Again shrugging off what had happened,
> the wife returned to the bed where she witnessed
> her husband levitating, before falling on to the
> floor from the bed.
>
> And who is the ghostly perpetrator responsible for
> these reports? Many believe it to be from a Miss
> Lucy, a young and playful spirit from the time of
> the Civil War – a key time period in Manassas’
> history.
>
> The next morning, the couple reported the
> occurrence, and the staff replied, “‘Oh,
> that’s Miss Lucy up to her old tricks. She
> usually stays in Room 52, but sometimes she
> wanders into rooms nearby,’” said
> Sievel-Otten.
>
> Was this the presence of a Civil War period
> other-worldy spirit, amusing herself by
> interacting with guests? Or is it simply an
> overreaction to a long night and a need for rest?
> Take a trip to see the Olde Towne Inn, and you may
> be able to discover the truth for yourself.
>
> Want to hear more about the local haunts of
> Manassas? Then consider taking a Spirited Past
> Tour during the Halloween season, hosted by the
> Manassas Museum. The tours will take place at the
> end of October.
You might find this interesting...
http://www.haunted-places.com/virginia.htm
Another Virginia paranormal hotspot is the Old Town Inn in Manassas, just outside Washington, DC. Recently, a family vacationing from Griffith, Indiana, were caught in a violent thunderstorm one evening and sought lodging at the inn. They were assigned Room 54 of the century-old hotel. The thunderstorm had knocked out TV reception, so the husband, wife, and ten-year-old son sat in their room, talking about their trip. Suddenly they heard the sound of something crashing to the bathroom floor, but when they investigated, they could find nothing wrong. Again they were interrupted by the sound of breaking objects in the bathroom. Again, they could find nothing broken. Shortly after going to bed, the wife was awakened by a strange tugging on her mattress. The odd sensation continued, and she decided to wake up her husband. She told him there was something strange going on and insisted they trade beds. Before long, her husband was experiencing the same sensation. He jumped out of bed, searched around the room, and found nothing. He told his wife that there must be mice in the room, crawled back into bed, and soon fell asleep. His wife lay in the dark, trying to sleep. Then, in amazement, she watched her sleeping spouse levitate off the bed and fall to the floor. She tried to explain to her dazed husband that some force had thrown him to the floor, but his incredulous stare made her drop the subject and get back into bed.They got up the next morning, hoping to get an early start. The husband was putting his clothes on, and his wife had already dressed and was busy blow-drying her hair. The man walked to the window and peeked out: it was pitch black outside. He looked at his watch and realized it was only 1:30 A.M. The bewildered couple undressed and went back to bed. Finally came the light of morning. The family dressed and went downstairs to the inn's restaurant. After breakfast, the husband stopped at the front desk to ask if there was a problem with rodents at the inn. He related what had happened to manager Janie Pugh, who smiled and said: "Oh, that's Miss Lucy up to her old tricks. She usually stays in Room 52 but sometimes wanders into rooms nearby." Miss Lucy's antics had been witnessed by both employees and guests alike. Meanwhile, his wife and son waited at their table in the restaurant. A lady wearing an old overcoat and a nightgown came up to them and asked where to get food to go. The wife pointed to the cashier. The lady came back in a few minutes to thank her for being so kind. Curious about the lady's odd behavior, she watched her walk away and brush past her husband, who was returning to their table. "That old lady who just walked by you is weird," the wife said. "What old lady," replied her husband, "I didn't see anyone."
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Olde Towne Inn
()
Date: December 17, 2013 08:28AM
Olde Towne Inn
A ghost called Miss Lucy is said to haunt rooms 51 through 54. She is rumored to levitate guests and frequent the tavern.
Address:9403 Main St Manassas, VA 20110
GPS:38.75140866547702, -77.47144323432389
A ghost called Miss Lucy is said to haunt rooms 51 through 54. She is rumored to levitate guests and frequent the tavern.
Address:9403 Main St Manassas, VA 20110
GPS:38.75140866547702, -77.47144323432389
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
How about Shirley Plantation?
()
Date: December 17, 2013 12:10PM
A famous haunt in Charles City, Virginia, is Shirley Plantation. The stories there center around a haunted painting that now hangs in a second-floor bedroom. The portrait is of Martha Hill, daughter of the man who built the house in 1723.
The painting is about all that remains of Martha, because most of her belongings went with her to England where she died. But by 1858, family descendants started noticing an unusual property of her painting. Whenever it was removed from its spot on the second-floor, the frame would start shaking violently. They moved it to a bedroom on the third floor, stored it in the attic, hung it on the first floor, but the portrait was never "happy" unless it was back in the second-floor bedroom.
In 1974, the Virginia Tourist Office put the touchy painting on display at Rockefeller Center in NY, along with other items related to psychic phenomena in VA. Martha Hills’ portrait created quite a sensation. People walking by on the street reported it moving constantly. It swayed back and forth so violently that other exhibits were also vibrating, and the phenomenon was documented on the NBC Nightly News.
The painting caused such hysteria that it was removed from the display, though that did not dampen Martha’s spirit. Dozens of office workers near the storeroom in which the painting was locked heard incessant knocking sounds coming from the room. When officials retrieved the painting, its frame was so badly damaged, that it had to be sent to Linden Galleries in Richmond for repair. The same eerie vibrations were reported by workers there. Finally, the portrait was returned to Shirley Plantation, where it hangs today, peacefully, above a mahogany chest in Martha’s second-floor bedroom.
The painting is about all that remains of Martha, because most of her belongings went with her to England where she died. But by 1858, family descendants started noticing an unusual property of her painting. Whenever it was removed from its spot on the second-floor, the frame would start shaking violently. They moved it to a bedroom on the third floor, stored it in the attic, hung it on the first floor, but the portrait was never "happy" unless it was back in the second-floor bedroom.
In 1974, the Virginia Tourist Office put the touchy painting on display at Rockefeller Center in NY, along with other items related to psychic phenomena in VA. Martha Hills’ portrait created quite a sensation. People walking by on the street reported it moving constantly. It swayed back and forth so violently that other exhibits were also vibrating, and the phenomenon was documented on the NBC Nightly News.
The painting caused such hysteria that it was removed from the display, though that did not dampen Martha’s spirit. Dozens of office workers near the storeroom in which the painting was locked heard incessant knocking sounds coming from the room. When officials retrieved the painting, its frame was so badly damaged, that it had to be sent to Linden Galleries in Richmond for repair. The same eerie vibrations were reported by workers there. Finally, the portrait was returned to Shirley Plantation, where it hangs today, peacefully, above a mahogany chest in Martha’s second-floor bedroom.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
More info
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Date: December 17, 2013 12:58PM
Olde Towne Inn Wrote:
----------------------------------------------------
> Another Virginia paranormal hotspot is the Old
> Town Inn in Manassas, just outside Washington, DC.
> Recently, a family vacationing from Griffith,
> Indiana, were caught in a violent thunderstorm one
> evening and sought lodging at the inn. They were
> assigned Room 54 of the century-old hotel. The
> thunderstorm had knocked out TV reception, so the
> husband, wife, and ten-year-old son sat in their
> room, talking about their trip. Suddenly they
> heard the sound of something crashing to the
> bathroom floor, but when they investigated, they
> could find nothing wrong. Again they were
> interrupted by the sound of breaking objects in
> the bathroom. Again, they could find nothing
> broken. Shortly after going to bed, the wife was
> awakened by a strange tugging on her mattress. The
> odd sensation continued, and she decided to wake
> up her husband. She told him there was something
> strange going on and insisted they trade beds.
> Before long, her husband was experiencing the same
> sensation. He jumped out of bed, searched around
> the room, and found nothing. He told his wife that
> there must be mice in the room, crawled back into
> bed, and soon fell asleep. His wife lay in the
> dark, trying to sleep. Then, in amazement, she
> watched her sleeping spouse levitate off the bed
> and fall to the floor. She tried to explain to her
> dazed husband that some force had thrown him to
> the floor, but his incredulous stare made her drop
> the subject and get back into bed.They got up the
> next morning, hoping to get an early start. The
> husband was putting his clothes on, and his wife
> had already dressed and was busy blow-drying her
> hair. The man walked to the window and peeked out:
> it was pitch black outside. He looked at his watch
> and realized it was only 1:30 A.M. The bewildered
> couple undressed and went back to bed. Finally
> came the light of morning. The family dressed and
> went downstairs to the inn's restaurant. After
> breakfast, the husband stopped at the front desk
> to ask if there was a problem with rodents at the
> inn. He related what had happened to manager Janie
> Pugh, who smiled and said: "Oh, that's Miss Lucy
> up to her old tricks. She usually stays in Room 52
> but sometimes wanders into rooms nearby." Miss
> Lucy's antics had been witnessed by both employees
> and guests alike. Meanwhile, his wife and son
> waited at their table in the restaurant. A lady
> wearing an old overcoat and a nightgown came up to
> them and asked where to get food to go. The wife
> pointed to the cashier. The lady came back in a
> few minutes to thank her for being so kind.
> Curious about the lady's odd behavior, she watched
> her walk away and brush past her husband, who was
> returning to their table. "That old lady who just
> walked by you is weird," the wife said. "What old
> lady," replied her husband, "I didn't see anyone."
Olde Towne Inn Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Olde Towne Inn
>
> A ghost called Miss Lucy is said to haunt rooms 51
> through 54. She is rumored to levitate guests and
> frequent the tavern.
>
> Address:9403 Main St Manassas, VA 20110
> GPS:38.75140866547702, -77.47144323432389
You might be interested in this...
Dinner and Spirits: A Guide to America's Most Haunted Restaurants, Taverns ...
By Robert James Wlodarski, Anne Powell Wlodarski
Attachments:
----------------------------------------------------
> Another Virginia paranormal hotspot is the Old
> Town Inn in Manassas, just outside Washington, DC.
> Recently, a family vacationing from Griffith,
> Indiana, were caught in a violent thunderstorm one
> evening and sought lodging at the inn. They were
> assigned Room 54 of the century-old hotel. The
> thunderstorm had knocked out TV reception, so the
> husband, wife, and ten-year-old son sat in their
> room, talking about their trip. Suddenly they
> heard the sound of something crashing to the
> bathroom floor, but when they investigated, they
> could find nothing wrong. Again they were
> interrupted by the sound of breaking objects in
> the bathroom. Again, they could find nothing
> broken. Shortly after going to bed, the wife was
> awakened by a strange tugging on her mattress. The
> odd sensation continued, and she decided to wake
> up her husband. She told him there was something
> strange going on and insisted they trade beds.
> Before long, her husband was experiencing the same
> sensation. He jumped out of bed, searched around
> the room, and found nothing. He told his wife that
> there must be mice in the room, crawled back into
> bed, and soon fell asleep. His wife lay in the
> dark, trying to sleep. Then, in amazement, she
> watched her sleeping spouse levitate off the bed
> and fall to the floor. She tried to explain to her
> dazed husband that some force had thrown him to
> the floor, but his incredulous stare made her drop
> the subject and get back into bed.They got up the
> next morning, hoping to get an early start. The
> husband was putting his clothes on, and his wife
> had already dressed and was busy blow-drying her
> hair. The man walked to the window and peeked out:
> it was pitch black outside. He looked at his watch
> and realized it was only 1:30 A.M. The bewildered
> couple undressed and went back to bed. Finally
> came the light of morning. The family dressed and
> went downstairs to the inn's restaurant. After
> breakfast, the husband stopped at the front desk
> to ask if there was a problem with rodents at the
> inn. He related what had happened to manager Janie
> Pugh, who smiled and said: "Oh, that's Miss Lucy
> up to her old tricks. She usually stays in Room 52
> but sometimes wanders into rooms nearby." Miss
> Lucy's antics had been witnessed by both employees
> and guests alike. Meanwhile, his wife and son
> waited at their table in the restaurant. A lady
> wearing an old overcoat and a nightgown came up to
> them and asked where to get food to go. The wife
> pointed to the cashier. The lady came back in a
> few minutes to thank her for being so kind.
> Curious about the lady's odd behavior, she watched
> her walk away and brush past her husband, who was
> returning to their table. "That old lady who just
> walked by you is weird," the wife said. "What old
> lady," replied her husband, "I didn't see anyone."
Olde Towne Inn Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Olde Towne Inn
>
> A ghost called Miss Lucy is said to haunt rooms 51
> through 54. She is rumored to levitate guests and
> frequent the tavern.
>
> Address:9403 Main St Manassas, VA 20110
> GPS:38.75140866547702, -77.47144323432389
You might be interested in this...
Dinner and Spirits: A Guide to America's Most Haunted Restaurants, Taverns ...
By Robert James Wlodarski, Anne Powell Wlodarski
Attachments:
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Shirley Plantation
()
Date: December 17, 2013 02:46PM
How about Shirley Plantation? Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> A famous haunt in Charles City, Virginia, is
> Shirley Plantation. The stories there center
> around a haunted painting that now hangs in a
> second-floor bedroom. The portrait is of Martha
> Hill, daughter of the man who built the house in
> 1723.
>
> The painting is about all that remains of Martha,
> because most of her belongings went with her to
> England where she died. But by 1858, family
> descendants started noticing an unusual property
> of her painting. Whenever it was removed from its
> spot on the second-floor, the frame would start
> shaking violently. They moved it to a bedroom on
> the third floor, stored it in the attic, hung it
> on the first floor, but the portrait was never
> "happy" unless it was back in the second-floor
> bedroom.
>
> In 1974, the Virginia Tourist Office put the
> touchy painting on display at Rockefeller Center
> in NY, along with other items related to psychic
> phenomena in VA. Martha Hills’ portrait created
> quite a sensation. People walking by on the street
> reported it moving constantly. It swayed back and
> forth so violently that other exhibits were also
> vibrating, and the phenomenon was documented on
> the NBC Nightly News.
>
> The painting caused such hysteria that it was
> removed from the display, though that did not
> dampen Martha’s spirit. Dozens of office workers
> near the storeroom in which the painting was
> locked heard incessant knocking sounds coming from
> the room. When officials retrieved the painting,
> its frame was so badly damaged, that it had to be
> sent to Linden Galleries in Richmond for repair.
> The same eerie vibrations were reported by workers
> there. Finally, the portrait was returned to
> Shirley Plantation, where it hangs today,
> peacefully, above a mahogany chest in Martha’s
> second-floor bedroom.
Several years ago when my mother and I were visiting old Virginia homes, we went to Shirley Plantation along the James River. Beautifully preserved, Shirley is well worth a visit. While there, we saw the painting of Aunt Pratt which has been the subject of odd occurrences at Shirley, and elsewhere, depending on where the portrait is hung. It seems ‘Aunt Pratt’ prefers a certain back bedroom, though the guide wasn’t certain why.
Shirley Plantation and the story of Aunt Pratt were part of the inspiration behind my light paranormal romance Somewhere My Love, released a year ago this month. In honor of the anniversary of Somewhere My Love, I am reposting that most interesting piece.
Shirley Plantation is home to a famous ghost called “Aunt Pratt.” To quote their website: “Aunt Pratt” was Martha Hill Pratt, the daughter of early Shirley ancestor Edward Hill III. Her portrait in the bed chamber of Shirley’s Great House is the subject of intriguing stories which have been retold by noted author L.B.Taylor, Jr. in his book, Ghosts of Virginia, Volume I. Mr. Taylor is also author of Haunted Houses, published by Simon and Schuster, as well as five regional Virginia ghost books, including Civil War Ghosts of Virginia.
The story of “Aunt Pratt” is included in Lori Haskin’s Book - Spooky America: Four Real Ghost Stories
A reviewer of the book describes the tale:
Picky Aunt Pratt
Shirley Plantation, Charles City, Virginia
January 2002
Martha Hill Pratt must have been an extremely strong woman when she was alive, that’s the only way she could have a ghost that could command so much attention. Martha Pratt was born at the plantation but married and moved to England, the portrait of her hung in the first floor gallery for years, overlooking the family cemetery. In the mid 1800’s the family decided to redecorate and moved the painting to the attic.
Night after night, family members could hear a tapping noise coming from the attic, puzzled they realized the only thing that was moved to the attic was the painting so they decided to move it to the third floor. The tapping continued so they tried the second floor.
That didn’t seem to work either so they returned the painting to the first floor where it originally hung. After that, everything was quiet again. That is until 1974 when family members shipped the painting to New York City for a display of haunted goods. Martha didn’t like it, not at all; the painting rumbled and rattled until they decided to put it in a closet for the night. The family decided that Aunt Pratt had enough, they had the frame fixed [it was damaged when it was in the closet] and hung it back in it’s original location where it still hangs a little crooked to this very day. The last line sums it up perfectly: “It’s just a friendly reminder from Aunt Pratt…leave me alone!”
For more on Shirley Plantation and Aunt Pratt visit: http://www.shirleyplantation.com/aunt_pratt.html
To explore other historic ‘haunts’ in Virginia check out:
http://www.virginia.org/site/features.asp?FeatureID=52
http://www.hauntedtraveler.com/haunted_virginia.htm
To purchase Pamela Kinney’s non-fiction book, Haunted Richmond, Virginia or her newest book, Haunted Virginia, visit http://www.schifferghosts.com/
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> A famous haunt in Charles City, Virginia, is
> Shirley Plantation. The stories there center
> around a haunted painting that now hangs in a
> second-floor bedroom. The portrait is of Martha
> Hill, daughter of the man who built the house in
> 1723.
>
> The painting is about all that remains of Martha,
> because most of her belongings went with her to
> England where she died. But by 1858, family
> descendants started noticing an unusual property
> of her painting. Whenever it was removed from its
> spot on the second-floor, the frame would start
> shaking violently. They moved it to a bedroom on
> the third floor, stored it in the attic, hung it
> on the first floor, but the portrait was never
> "happy" unless it was back in the second-floor
> bedroom.
>
> In 1974, the Virginia Tourist Office put the
> touchy painting on display at Rockefeller Center
> in NY, along with other items related to psychic
> phenomena in VA. Martha Hills’ portrait created
> quite a sensation. People walking by on the street
> reported it moving constantly. It swayed back and
> forth so violently that other exhibits were also
> vibrating, and the phenomenon was documented on
> the NBC Nightly News.
>
> The painting caused such hysteria that it was
> removed from the display, though that did not
> dampen Martha’s spirit. Dozens of office workers
> near the storeroom in which the painting was
> locked heard incessant knocking sounds coming from
> the room. When officials retrieved the painting,
> its frame was so badly damaged, that it had to be
> sent to Linden Galleries in Richmond for repair.
> The same eerie vibrations were reported by workers
> there. Finally, the portrait was returned to
> Shirley Plantation, where it hangs today,
> peacefully, above a mahogany chest in Martha’s
> second-floor bedroom.
Several years ago when my mother and I were visiting old Virginia homes, we went to Shirley Plantation along the James River. Beautifully preserved, Shirley is well worth a visit. While there, we saw the painting of Aunt Pratt which has been the subject of odd occurrences at Shirley, and elsewhere, depending on where the portrait is hung. It seems ‘Aunt Pratt’ prefers a certain back bedroom, though the guide wasn’t certain why.
Shirley Plantation and the story of Aunt Pratt were part of the inspiration behind my light paranormal romance Somewhere My Love, released a year ago this month. In honor of the anniversary of Somewhere My Love, I am reposting that most interesting piece.
Shirley Plantation is home to a famous ghost called “Aunt Pratt.” To quote their website: “Aunt Pratt” was Martha Hill Pratt, the daughter of early Shirley ancestor Edward Hill III. Her portrait in the bed chamber of Shirley’s Great House is the subject of intriguing stories which have been retold by noted author L.B.Taylor, Jr. in his book, Ghosts of Virginia, Volume I. Mr. Taylor is also author of Haunted Houses, published by Simon and Schuster, as well as five regional Virginia ghost books, including Civil War Ghosts of Virginia.
The story of “Aunt Pratt” is included in Lori Haskin’s Book - Spooky America: Four Real Ghost Stories
A reviewer of the book describes the tale:
Picky Aunt Pratt
Shirley Plantation, Charles City, Virginia
January 2002
Martha Hill Pratt must have been an extremely strong woman when she was alive, that’s the only way she could have a ghost that could command so much attention. Martha Pratt was born at the plantation but married and moved to England, the portrait of her hung in the first floor gallery for years, overlooking the family cemetery. In the mid 1800’s the family decided to redecorate and moved the painting to the attic.
Night after night, family members could hear a tapping noise coming from the attic, puzzled they realized the only thing that was moved to the attic was the painting so they decided to move it to the third floor. The tapping continued so they tried the second floor.
That didn’t seem to work either so they returned the painting to the first floor where it originally hung. After that, everything was quiet again. That is until 1974 when family members shipped the painting to New York City for a display of haunted goods. Martha didn’t like it, not at all; the painting rumbled and rattled until they decided to put it in a closet for the night. The family decided that Aunt Pratt had enough, they had the frame fixed [it was damaged when it was in the closet] and hung it back in it’s original location where it still hangs a little crooked to this very day. The last line sums it up perfectly: “It’s just a friendly reminder from Aunt Pratt…leave me alone!”
For more on Shirley Plantation and Aunt Pratt visit: http://www.shirleyplantation.com/aunt_pratt.html
To explore other historic ‘haunts’ in Virginia check out:
http://www.virginia.org/site/features.asp?FeatureID=52
http://www.hauntedtraveler.com/haunted_virginia.htm
To purchase Pamela Kinney’s non-fiction book, Haunted Richmond, Virginia or her newest book, Haunted Virginia, visit http://www.schifferghosts.com/
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
joey
()
Date: December 18, 2013 03:34PM
My grandma lives in Fairfax Station, VA. I visit her every week but her house is very unsettling. One day my grandpa had cancer and died in that house. About a few months later we started hearing unusual knocks and seeing shadows. I knew it was my grandpa, my grandma does research on the house and finds out the house was built in 1926 and 2 people killed themselves and 3 were murdered. So a total of six people had died in that house. With scared me because I visit that house every week. And every week there is at least something paranormal going on in that house. The scariest encounter with a ghost was when my family was in the living room and all of a sudden we heard a loud thud in the attic, scared the daylights out of us. And found out someone hanged themselves in the attic. And that is my ghost encounter in Fairfax Station, VA.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Chuck72
()
Date: December 18, 2013 03:46PM
Has anyone seen the ghost of Eva? She was brutally murdered in the woods around Burke on August 4, 1918. She's supposedly buried in the Lee Chapel Cemetery next to her father who died 15 years later.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Uh....
()
Date: December 18, 2013 03:56PM
Chuck72 Wrote:
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> Has anyone seen the ghost of Eva? She was brutally
> murdered in the woods around Burke on August 4,
> 1918. She's supposedly buried in the Lee Chapel
> Cemetery next to her father who died 15 years
> later.
There are multiple threads on the "Ghost of Eva" including this one. Just do a search on her name and you'll see.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Has anyone seen the ghost of Eva? She was brutally
> murdered in the woods around Burke on August 4,
> 1918. She's supposedly buried in the Lee Chapel
> Cemetery next to her father who died 15 years
> later.
There are multiple threads on the "Ghost of Eva" including this one. Just do a search on her name and you'll see.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Chuck72
()
Date: December 19, 2013 08:08AM
Uh.... Wrote:
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> Chuck72 Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Has anyone seen the ghost of Eva? She was
> brutally
> > murdered in the woods around Burke on August 4,
> > 1918. She's supposedly buried in the Lee Chapel
> > Cemetery next to her father who died 15 years
> > later.
>
> There are multiple threads on the "Ghost of Eva"
> including this one. Just do a search on her name
> and you'll see.
I tried doing a search on "eva" and nothing came up. I think it's because eva is only three letters. For most search engines you need something like four letters.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Chuck72 Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Has anyone seen the ghost of Eva? She was
> brutally
> > murdered in the woods around Burke on August 4,
> > 1918. She's supposedly buried in the Lee Chapel
> > Cemetery next to her father who died 15 years
> > later.
>
> There are multiple threads on the "Ghost of Eva"
> including this one. Just do a search on her name
> and you'll see.
I tried doing a search on "eva" and nothing came up. I think it's because eva is only three letters. For most search engines you need something like four letters.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Uh....
()
Date: December 19, 2013 08:15AM
Here...
Seeking more info on the ghost of Eva
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/969228.html
Seeking more info on the ghost of Eva
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/969228.html
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
More info on Ghost of Eva
()
Date: December 19, 2013 11:06AM
Uh.... Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Here...
>
> Seeking more info on the ghost of Eva
> http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/969
> 228.html
From that thread...
Inquisitor Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> I don't really believe in ghosts, but this story
> is intriguiung, and I wonder if there is any way
> to access police reports from that far back in
> order to figure out what happened to this poor
> kid. From what I have found out:
> - Lou Hall was caught after a lengthy pursuit with
> bloodhounds. It is unclear whether he was running
> or whether he was just far away and it took the
> dogs a while to find him. Residents of the county
> were going to lynch him, but Sheriff Allison
> guarded the prison and threatened to shoot anyone
> who showed up to take him. His exoneration was
> ultimately due to the fact that the belt use to
> strangle Eva was too small to be his, and that the
> murder scene showed evidene of a terrific
> struggle. Hall, evidently, was a huge man and he
> was extremely strong, so it was reasoned that Eva
> couldn't have given him the kind of fight that the
> murder scene portrayed. Hall's wife ratted on him,
> but apparently she was batshit crazy so nobody
> believed her, and the "blood" on his shirt was
> later ruled to be tobacco juice.
> - A soldier who went AWOL from Camp Humphrey (
> which I believe was is now Belvoir) was seen
> passing through the area of the murder at roughly
> thee time of the murder. He was arrested in
> Charlottesville shortly thereafter (I don't know
> how long it took to get to C'Ville back then, but
> it must've taken a while). The soldier did have
> what looked like scratch marks on his face, and
> they exhumed Eva's body to look at her
> fingernails, but it was determined that her
> fingernails were too short to have inflicted
> scratches, and the walk to C'Ville was through
> areas of lush vegetation, so the soldier was let
> go.
> - Someone named RUbin, who was a prisoner in DC,
> confessed to the murder. He was moved from a DC
> prison to the Farifax prison, but the police never
> bought his version of the story. Peter ROy, Eva's
> father, visiten Rubin in jial, and Rubin recanted
> his admission after that. In fact , he said that
> he had only confessed to the crime because he
> thought it would be easier for him to escape from
> a Fairfax jail than from the DC jail. He made good
> on his thought process and escaped from the
> Fairfax jail by sawing through the bars.
> - Two teenage boys, one a black kid from Clifton
> named Wilson and one a white kid from Fairfax
> named Robertson, were also brought in for
> questioning, but as far as I can tell , they were
> never arrested.
>
> Apparently Eva was a very popular kid and it
> really shook up the county, which at the time was
> populated by mostly farmers and woodchoppers.
> Again, I would be interested to see if the
> criminal records or the ME'S records from way back
> then could be found. It must have been so easy,
> relatively speaking , to get away with this kind
> of thing back then.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Here...
>
> Seeking more info on the ghost of Eva
> http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/969
> 228.html
From that thread...
Inquisitor Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> I don't really believe in ghosts, but this story
> is intriguiung, and I wonder if there is any way
> to access police reports from that far back in
> order to figure out what happened to this poor
> kid. From what I have found out:
> - Lou Hall was caught after a lengthy pursuit with
> bloodhounds. It is unclear whether he was running
> or whether he was just far away and it took the
> dogs a while to find him. Residents of the county
> were going to lynch him, but Sheriff Allison
> guarded the prison and threatened to shoot anyone
> who showed up to take him. His exoneration was
> ultimately due to the fact that the belt use to
> strangle Eva was too small to be his, and that the
> murder scene showed evidene of a terrific
> struggle. Hall, evidently, was a huge man and he
> was extremely strong, so it was reasoned that Eva
> couldn't have given him the kind of fight that the
> murder scene portrayed. Hall's wife ratted on him,
> but apparently she was batshit crazy so nobody
> believed her, and the "blood" on his shirt was
> later ruled to be tobacco juice.
> - A soldier who went AWOL from Camp Humphrey (
> which I believe was is now Belvoir) was seen
> passing through the area of the murder at roughly
> thee time of the murder. He was arrested in
> Charlottesville shortly thereafter (I don't know
> how long it took to get to C'Ville back then, but
> it must've taken a while). The soldier did have
> what looked like scratch marks on his face, and
> they exhumed Eva's body to look at her
> fingernails, but it was determined that her
> fingernails were too short to have inflicted
> scratches, and the walk to C'Ville was through
> areas of lush vegetation, so the soldier was let
> go.
> - Someone named RUbin, who was a prisoner in DC,
> confessed to the murder. He was moved from a DC
> prison to the Farifax prison, but the police never
> bought his version of the story. Peter ROy, Eva's
> father, visiten Rubin in jial, and Rubin recanted
> his admission after that. In fact , he said that
> he had only confessed to the crime because he
> thought it would be easier for him to escape from
> a Fairfax jail than from the DC jail. He made good
> on his thought process and escaped from the
> Fairfax jail by sawing through the bars.
> - Two teenage boys, one a black kid from Clifton
> named Wilson and one a white kid from Fairfax
> named Robertson, were also brought in for
> questioning, but as far as I can tell , they were
> never arrested.
>
> Apparently Eva was a very popular kid and it
> really shook up the county, which at the time was
> populated by mostly farmers and woodchoppers.
> Again, I would be interested to see if the
> criminal records or the ME'S records from way back
> then could be found. It must have been so easy,
> relatively speaking , to get away with this kind
> of thing back then.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
liz1993
()
Date: December 19, 2013 02:22PM
My family built a big, blue house on an 11 acre plot of land on Fletcher Chapel Road in Kenbridge, Virginia. It was supposed to be our dream house. We sank every last dime into the house, but there must have been something attached the land that did not want us around.
I was maybe 11 or 12 (making it August of either 2004 or 2005) when we finally got to move into our new, big house. It was beautiful and perfect. But it quickly became creepy. At first I thought it was just the transition from living in town to living back in the woods that made it frightening - it was very dark all of the time - but there seemed to be something more. Every night for the first few months, my siblings and I would see tall, dark figures that appeared to be cloaked walking past our doorways at night. The first time we all saw it, we thought it was our dad. My brother and I came out into the hallway to see what he was doing, but when they rounded the corner and went downstairs, it disappeared. After that, we were always afraid of the cloaked man. We all started sleeping with our doors closed so he wouldn’t look at us. At the time, I was very religious. We told our parents what we had seen. Mom and Dad walked around the house sprinkling Holy Water and telling the ''demons'' to get out. Things quieted down for a while. Some time later, my brother and I were out playing the woods near our ¼ of a mile long driveway. We saw the dark figure again in the woods. Terrified, we ran back to house as fast as our feet could carry us. My brother was convinced it was Bigfoot. I didn’t know what it was. Mom brushed it off as a bear, but I’ve never seen a bear that looked like that ever.
We had a small shepherd dog named Aaron. He was maybe 4 years old when we moved there. He would be walking through the hall and suddenly stop. His face would start to focus on an area where there was nothing. Sometimes he would follow whatever he saw that we couldn’t to the wall. He looked like he was in trance. In February of 2008, our healthy dog suddenly became violently ill and passed away. We blamed it on the land - we called it ''cursed''. The dog wasn’t the only one who got sick. My 6 month old cat suddenly became paralyzed from the waist down and died during the night. He looked like he had fallen over trying to walk and just died where his body collapsed. Dad also became very angry. Mom became agoraphobic and lost her job since she became ill whenever she tried to leave the house. My parents started to fight all of the time, and for a good while we had no income. My older sister started acting bizarrely, behaving badly and clearly depressed. My brother developed a severe anxiety disorder and could no longer be around other people. I also became very depressed and developed an eating disorder. I would go days only drinking one glass of milk a day. I think now that all of these horrible things were the negative spirits living on the land attacking us, trying to break us apart.
We got a new puppy. One night he started gagging and gasping horribly. It sounded like someone was trying to strangle him to death. We took him to the vet, thinking something was stuck in throat. The vet refused to see him that night.
We brought him home, and he started vomiting blood along with the sounds of being choked. I thought he was going to die. When the vet finally saw him the next morning, he said there was nothing there. He said there was no reason for him to have been choking on anything.
Finally we got an opportunity to get out of the house. As soon as we left, everyone got better. Everything turned back to the way it used to be before the house made us sick. Unfortunately poor Aaron and Blackie (my kitten) weren’t so lucky to have escaped. I caution anyone who sees this house to head for the hills!
I was maybe 11 or 12 (making it August of either 2004 or 2005) when we finally got to move into our new, big house. It was beautiful and perfect. But it quickly became creepy. At first I thought it was just the transition from living in town to living back in the woods that made it frightening - it was very dark all of the time - but there seemed to be something more. Every night for the first few months, my siblings and I would see tall, dark figures that appeared to be cloaked walking past our doorways at night. The first time we all saw it, we thought it was our dad. My brother and I came out into the hallway to see what he was doing, but when they rounded the corner and went downstairs, it disappeared. After that, we were always afraid of the cloaked man. We all started sleeping with our doors closed so he wouldn’t look at us. At the time, I was very religious. We told our parents what we had seen. Mom and Dad walked around the house sprinkling Holy Water and telling the ''demons'' to get out. Things quieted down for a while. Some time later, my brother and I were out playing the woods near our ¼ of a mile long driveway. We saw the dark figure again in the woods. Terrified, we ran back to house as fast as our feet could carry us. My brother was convinced it was Bigfoot. I didn’t know what it was. Mom brushed it off as a bear, but I’ve never seen a bear that looked like that ever.
We had a small shepherd dog named Aaron. He was maybe 4 years old when we moved there. He would be walking through the hall and suddenly stop. His face would start to focus on an area where there was nothing. Sometimes he would follow whatever he saw that we couldn’t to the wall. He looked like he was in trance. In February of 2008, our healthy dog suddenly became violently ill and passed away. We blamed it on the land - we called it ''cursed''. The dog wasn’t the only one who got sick. My 6 month old cat suddenly became paralyzed from the waist down and died during the night. He looked like he had fallen over trying to walk and just died where his body collapsed. Dad also became very angry. Mom became agoraphobic and lost her job since she became ill whenever she tried to leave the house. My parents started to fight all of the time, and for a good while we had no income. My older sister started acting bizarrely, behaving badly and clearly depressed. My brother developed a severe anxiety disorder and could no longer be around other people. I also became very depressed and developed an eating disorder. I would go days only drinking one glass of milk a day. I think now that all of these horrible things were the negative spirits living on the land attacking us, trying to break us apart.
We got a new puppy. One night he started gagging and gasping horribly. It sounded like someone was trying to strangle him to death. We took him to the vet, thinking something was stuck in throat. The vet refused to see him that night.
We brought him home, and he started vomiting blood along with the sounds of being choked. I thought he was going to die. When the vet finally saw him the next morning, he said there was nothing there. He said there was no reason for him to have been choking on anything.
Finally we got an opportunity to get out of the house. As soon as we left, everyone got better. Everything turned back to the way it used to be before the house made us sick. Unfortunately poor Aaron and Blackie (my kitten) weren’t so lucky to have escaped. I caution anyone who sees this house to head for the hills!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
SPC. Green
()
Date: December 19, 2013 02:33PM
Really? Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> The Lady of Belvoir Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > In the spring, the daffodils still bloom, but
> > Belvoir is no more. Long ago, the charred ruins
> of
> > the lovely mansion crumbled to the ground along
> > with its memories of candlelit balls and the
> > sounds of coaches on cobblestone. Yet a love
> story
> > remains. It is little known and less spoken of,
> > but still an integral part of America’s
> colonial
> > history. It is a chapter in the life of the
> > American hero, George Washington, who loved,
> > passionately, the lady at Belvoir his neighbor
> and
> > the wife of his best friend, George William
> > Fairfax. Proper credit has never been given
> Sally
> > for the important role she played in
> > Washington’s early life. Instead, she has
> been
> > regarded mainly as a flirtatious Southern belle,
> a
> > brainless beauty. Untrue!
>
> I did not know that. Oh wow, Washington had the
> hots for Sally?
Fort Pickett, VA is a beautiful post, but there is definitely some ghostly activity going on here. I am currently staying in one of the older buildings on post,
and I have had some contact in just the two nights that I slept here. Just to be clear, I am not talking about just bumps and creaks in the night (as would
be expected in these older buildings).
The first night I slept here I had trouble falling asleep because of the sounds made by my dead roommate. It sounded like it was banging on the walls really
hard. He was turning electronic things off and on (the heater and the printer), and I think that I even saw him once or twice (that I cannot say for certain;
the dark plays tricks on your eyes).
Last night while I slept here it didn't bang on the wall or anything. It opened and closed some doors and, while I was asleep, moved a few chairs around. It
has been a little unsettling, but what am I going to do? I guess we just have to get over it and be cool with each other.
-------------------------------------------------------
> The Lady of Belvoir Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > In the spring, the daffodils still bloom, but
> > Belvoir is no more. Long ago, the charred ruins
> of
> > the lovely mansion crumbled to the ground along
> > with its memories of candlelit balls and the
> > sounds of coaches on cobblestone. Yet a love
> story
> > remains. It is little known and less spoken of,
> > but still an integral part of America’s
> colonial
> > history. It is a chapter in the life of the
> > American hero, George Washington, who loved,
> > passionately, the lady at Belvoir his neighbor
> and
> > the wife of his best friend, George William
> > Fairfax. Proper credit has never been given
> Sally
> > for the important role she played in
> > Washington’s early life. Instead, she has
> been
> > regarded mainly as a flirtatious Southern belle,
> a
> > brainless beauty. Untrue!
>
> I did not know that. Oh wow, Washington had the
> hots for Sally?
Fort Pickett, VA is a beautiful post, but there is definitely some ghostly activity going on here. I am currently staying in one of the older buildings on post,
and I have had some contact in just the two nights that I slept here. Just to be clear, I am not talking about just bumps and creaks in the night (as would
be expected in these older buildings).
The first night I slept here I had trouble falling asleep because of the sounds made by my dead roommate. It sounded like it was banging on the walls really
hard. He was turning electronic things off and on (the heater and the printer), and I think that I even saw him once or twice (that I cannot say for certain;
the dark plays tricks on your eyes).
Last night while I slept here it didn't bang on the wall or anything. It opened and closed some doors and, while I was asleep, moved a few chairs around. It
has been a little unsettling, but what am I going to do? I guess we just have to get over it and be cool with each other.
Westfields Golf Club -- A Hauntingly Fine Golf Experience
Posted by:
Westfields Golf Club ghosts????
()
Date: December 19, 2013 03:27PM
Anyone ever seen ghosts out at Westfields in Clifton? I found this article today and this was the first I had ever heard of ghosts being seen there.
Westfields Golf Club -- A Hauntingly Fine Golf Experience
By Jeffrey A. Rendall,
CLIFTON, VA -- In the Mid-Atlantic region, there's little doubt that spirits of the past are neighbors of ours -- in one form or another. Without getting into belief systems, there are battlefields, stately Colonial mansions, shipwrecks, museums, parks, relics and cemeteries -- monuments to what happened here. There's a tangible connection to bygone years that few other places in the country share.
It's also well noted that many of the area's golf courses share in that heritage, either through name or occupation of historic property. The number of layouts with some sort of "history" is too many to name here.
The elevated, undulating green on 13 will give you fits if you don't hit it close.
But some even carry intangible connections with them. Westfields Golf Club in the upscale Clifton neighborhood of Northern Virginia is such a place. Westfields opened in October of 1998, a Fred Couples/Gene Bates signature course featuring the best in parkland style golf, with tree-lined fairways, elevation changes, panoramic views and exquisitely manicured playing surfaces.
It's also got some entities you probably won't get to see. Gene Bates, Fred Couples' design partner, explains: "One of things I found most fascinating when building Westfields was the land's history. There's an old Confederate fort to the right of the driving range area, which we subsequently donated to the county to serve as a park. The land also served as a field hospital during the Civil War. Locals say there've been a lot of ghost sightings around the fort. The land's being haunted because of the hospital and all the things that took place there."
Bates ought to know, having spent a significant amount of time in the neighborhood. Bates has earned the reputation of being a very hands-on course designer, and still makes frequent visits to recheck and tinker with the layout.
David Finocchiaro, Westfields' Head Golf Professional, didn't mention the "apparitions" on the property, but did discuss some of its other historic ties: "The thing most folks remember is the Civil War era cemetery on the right side of #13, but seeing as there was a fort here during the war, there're also extensive rifle pits and trenches found all over the place. A couple were even incorporated into the golf course design, on holes 10 and 18."
The driving area is wider than it looks off the 6th tee, but you'd still better hit it straight.
Both Bates and Finocchiaro said an archeological dig turned up a plethora of Civil War accoutrements, such as bullets, buttons and cannon balls. No bones, though. The men aren't there anymore, and their fort's remains are basically a series of earthen mounds, but they've left behind a legacy of physical reminders.
And although their ghosts might patrol the land, there's no getting away from the fact the golf course is 'hauntingly' well done. Bates said there are several things he really likes about Westfields: "I think the bunkering is outstanding. We hear from folks who've flown over the course heading into Dulles -- 'Oh, you're the course with the unique bunkers.' Fred and I wanted to depart from a neat, free flowing form of bunker style -- we wanted bunkers with a lot of peaks and capes and bays... almost like a potato chip style."
With as deep as some of those bunkers are, we're glad he didn't make it a rippled dip chip style.
Bates continues, "Then, we really tried to save as much of the tree cover as possible, without making the course too narrow or tight. We had semi-mature stands of woods to work with -- which in the densely populated northern Virginia, isn't easy to find (at least on a large tract of land). We knew there wouldn't be any houses around the site, so we had the luxury of keeping the trees, so we did."
It's one of the distinguishing characteristics of the property. You're not far from civilization, but you feel like you're in the Virginia forest. Finocchiaro expands on the notion: "I think the fact we have only one home directly next to the course makes it nice to be out there in the woodlands without a lot of outside disruptions. It's nice to not have to worry about hitting into someone's backyard or having a dog barking during your backswing or something like that."
So not only is there an absence of humanity surrounding the course (at least of the living variety), the tree buffers also give a sense of privacy you wouldn't necessarily expect from a site of this smallish size. Bates said after donating the fort parcel, allowing land for a maintenance facility and creating some distance from power lines on one side of the property that they were left with only about 150 acres to lay out the course. Westfields' golf course is a textbook exercise in spatial land management, because you only get the "parallel fairway"feeling on a couple holes.
And as noted before, it's not like it feels tight. "Fred and Gene did a great job making ours a friendly golf course. There's plenty of difficulty if you choose the right tee settings, but if you play the right tees, you're not going to get beat up too badly," Finocchiaro said.
A big drive certainly doesn't guarantee par on the 8th hole.
Bates says one reason why it's such a player-friendly layout is they didn't know what type of market it would serve when they first started: "We knew we wanted to build an upscale type course, but we didn't know if it was going to be a private club, a resort-type course or an upscale daily fee. So we kind of made it appealing to all those types of markets."
"Too many times these days, designers are making courses too difficult. For a resort course or a daily fee, we try to make it look difficult but play easier. You're going to want people to want to come back, and a lot of that will come from having an enjoyable golf experience," Bates said.
Another way to get folks to return is to kill 'em with kindness, and that's Finocchiaro's department: "We look at our golf course as providing a service, and we want our players to go away thinking 'what a fun golf course, what a fun day.' With all the events going on in the world, there are a lot of things more important than golf -- so when people come here, we're trying to help them get away from whatever it is that might be on their minds."
The approach shot on nine calls for a carry over wetlands to a well-bunkered green.
"It's a fun golf course, we have a friendly staff, and I want people thinking 'the guys know what they're doing out here. They provide a fun day for the golfers, and we'll come back.' If we accomplish that, we've done our job," he added.
Yes indeed. But the totality of the experience should be enough, which certainly includes the golf course itself. Number three is Westfields' signature hole (at least according to the yardage book). It's the hole you'll first see when driving on to the property, with beautiful rock outcroppings hugging the front of a large, L shaped green, protected by a pond in front. Tough hole, too, at 223 yards from the back tees.
Six and eight are probably the heart of the front nine -- two long and difficult par fours at 473 and 467 yards respectively. Finocchiaro says they're inspiring to look at, and difficult but fair to play. "From the tee, you'll see that there's a lot out there, but the challenge is right in front of you. They both require a good drive to get home, and second shots that require some thought. You need to think about the best side of the fairway to hit, then leave a good angle into the green."
On the backside, holes thirteen through eighteen will leave an indelible impression -- and might be what you remember most about Westfields. Thirteen and fourteen are short par fours -- and thirteen's noteworthy for the cemetery that comes into play on the right side off the tee (you get a free drop if you're in it). Fourteen's potentially drivable at 285 yards, but you'll need to shape it left to right in order to make the green.
Fifteen's a beautiful par five, 554 yards and uphill. I wouldn't have thought it reachable, but Finocchiaro made it in two from the blue tees. Impressive hole.
Sixteen, seventeen and eighteen make up an excellent closing stretch. Sixteen is a short but challenging par four at 384 yards. The second shot's over a pond to a very shallow green, protected by a bunker in front and thick rough long. The green is extremely wide, so expect a long putt if you miss on the wrong side.
Seventeen's a wonderful short par three at 160 yards, with challenges in the water and sand variety. It's also pleasing to look at.
It'll be hard to forget Westfields' 17th hole. Straight out of Fred Couples' imagination.
Eighteen's the hardest par four on the backside. Long at 443 yards, and the second shot must carry wetlands to reach the putting surface. Nothing like a challenging forced carry for your last iron shot of the day. Couples certainly wants you to earn your par on the final hole.
Westfields is a true gem in Northern Virginia, and its interesting history and ghostly part-time inhabitants only make it more so. The conditioning of the course, the beauty of the clubhouse and the nature of the land combine for a great day of golf.
Almost a hauntingly good time.
Details:
Westfields Golf Club
13940 Balmoral Greens Avenue
Clifton, Virginia 20124
Phone: 703-631-3300
FAX: 703-648-0999
Website: www.westfieldsgolf.com
Course Designers: Fred Couples/Gene Bates
Head Golf Professional: David Finocchiaro
Tees Yardage/Slope
Boom-Boom 6897/136
Blue 6811/132
White 6308/130
Green 6308/130
Red 5229/120
Rates:
Mon-Thurs, $75; Fri-Sun: $95.
Twilight rates (after 3:00 p.m.):$50; Fri-Sun: $55. Replay rates: $39.
All rates include tax, greens fee, cart fee, and practice balls.
Westfields Golf Club is affiliated with the Marriott Westfields Resort & Conference Center. Phone: 1-703-818-0300; Fax: 1-703-818-3655
Reservations (from U.S. and Canada): 1-800-635-5666; Sales: 1-703-818-0400
Westfields Golf Club -- A Hauntingly Fine Golf Experience
By Jeffrey A. Rendall,
CLIFTON, VA -- In the Mid-Atlantic region, there's little doubt that spirits of the past are neighbors of ours -- in one form or another. Without getting into belief systems, there are battlefields, stately Colonial mansions, shipwrecks, museums, parks, relics and cemeteries -- monuments to what happened here. There's a tangible connection to bygone years that few other places in the country share.
It's also well noted that many of the area's golf courses share in that heritage, either through name or occupation of historic property. The number of layouts with some sort of "history" is too many to name here.
The elevated, undulating green on 13 will give you fits if you don't hit it close.
But some even carry intangible connections with them. Westfields Golf Club in the upscale Clifton neighborhood of Northern Virginia is such a place. Westfields opened in October of 1998, a Fred Couples/Gene Bates signature course featuring the best in parkland style golf, with tree-lined fairways, elevation changes, panoramic views and exquisitely manicured playing surfaces.
It's also got some entities you probably won't get to see. Gene Bates, Fred Couples' design partner, explains: "One of things I found most fascinating when building Westfields was the land's history. There's an old Confederate fort to the right of the driving range area, which we subsequently donated to the county to serve as a park. The land also served as a field hospital during the Civil War. Locals say there've been a lot of ghost sightings around the fort. The land's being haunted because of the hospital and all the things that took place there."
Bates ought to know, having spent a significant amount of time in the neighborhood. Bates has earned the reputation of being a very hands-on course designer, and still makes frequent visits to recheck and tinker with the layout.
David Finocchiaro, Westfields' Head Golf Professional, didn't mention the "apparitions" on the property, but did discuss some of its other historic ties: "The thing most folks remember is the Civil War era cemetery on the right side of #13, but seeing as there was a fort here during the war, there're also extensive rifle pits and trenches found all over the place. A couple were even incorporated into the golf course design, on holes 10 and 18."
The driving area is wider than it looks off the 6th tee, but you'd still better hit it straight.
Both Bates and Finocchiaro said an archeological dig turned up a plethora of Civil War accoutrements, such as bullets, buttons and cannon balls. No bones, though. The men aren't there anymore, and their fort's remains are basically a series of earthen mounds, but they've left behind a legacy of physical reminders.
And although their ghosts might patrol the land, there's no getting away from the fact the golf course is 'hauntingly' well done. Bates said there are several things he really likes about Westfields: "I think the bunkering is outstanding. We hear from folks who've flown over the course heading into Dulles -- 'Oh, you're the course with the unique bunkers.' Fred and I wanted to depart from a neat, free flowing form of bunker style -- we wanted bunkers with a lot of peaks and capes and bays... almost like a potato chip style."
With as deep as some of those bunkers are, we're glad he didn't make it a rippled dip chip style.
Bates continues, "Then, we really tried to save as much of the tree cover as possible, without making the course too narrow or tight. We had semi-mature stands of woods to work with -- which in the densely populated northern Virginia, isn't easy to find (at least on a large tract of land). We knew there wouldn't be any houses around the site, so we had the luxury of keeping the trees, so we did."
It's one of the distinguishing characteristics of the property. You're not far from civilization, but you feel like you're in the Virginia forest. Finocchiaro expands on the notion: "I think the fact we have only one home directly next to the course makes it nice to be out there in the woodlands without a lot of outside disruptions. It's nice to not have to worry about hitting into someone's backyard or having a dog barking during your backswing or something like that."
So not only is there an absence of humanity surrounding the course (at least of the living variety), the tree buffers also give a sense of privacy you wouldn't necessarily expect from a site of this smallish size. Bates said after donating the fort parcel, allowing land for a maintenance facility and creating some distance from power lines on one side of the property that they were left with only about 150 acres to lay out the course. Westfields' golf course is a textbook exercise in spatial land management, because you only get the "parallel fairway"feeling on a couple holes.
And as noted before, it's not like it feels tight. "Fred and Gene did a great job making ours a friendly golf course. There's plenty of difficulty if you choose the right tee settings, but if you play the right tees, you're not going to get beat up too badly," Finocchiaro said.
A big drive certainly doesn't guarantee par on the 8th hole.
Bates says one reason why it's such a player-friendly layout is they didn't know what type of market it would serve when they first started: "We knew we wanted to build an upscale type course, but we didn't know if it was going to be a private club, a resort-type course or an upscale daily fee. So we kind of made it appealing to all those types of markets."
"Too many times these days, designers are making courses too difficult. For a resort course or a daily fee, we try to make it look difficult but play easier. You're going to want people to want to come back, and a lot of that will come from having an enjoyable golf experience," Bates said.
Another way to get folks to return is to kill 'em with kindness, and that's Finocchiaro's department: "We look at our golf course as providing a service, and we want our players to go away thinking 'what a fun golf course, what a fun day.' With all the events going on in the world, there are a lot of things more important than golf -- so when people come here, we're trying to help them get away from whatever it is that might be on their minds."
The approach shot on nine calls for a carry over wetlands to a well-bunkered green.
"It's a fun golf course, we have a friendly staff, and I want people thinking 'the guys know what they're doing out here. They provide a fun day for the golfers, and we'll come back.' If we accomplish that, we've done our job," he added.
Yes indeed. But the totality of the experience should be enough, which certainly includes the golf course itself. Number three is Westfields' signature hole (at least according to the yardage book). It's the hole you'll first see when driving on to the property, with beautiful rock outcroppings hugging the front of a large, L shaped green, protected by a pond in front. Tough hole, too, at 223 yards from the back tees.
Six and eight are probably the heart of the front nine -- two long and difficult par fours at 473 and 467 yards respectively. Finocchiaro says they're inspiring to look at, and difficult but fair to play. "From the tee, you'll see that there's a lot out there, but the challenge is right in front of you. They both require a good drive to get home, and second shots that require some thought. You need to think about the best side of the fairway to hit, then leave a good angle into the green."
On the backside, holes thirteen through eighteen will leave an indelible impression -- and might be what you remember most about Westfields. Thirteen and fourteen are short par fours -- and thirteen's noteworthy for the cemetery that comes into play on the right side off the tee (you get a free drop if you're in it). Fourteen's potentially drivable at 285 yards, but you'll need to shape it left to right in order to make the green.
Fifteen's a beautiful par five, 554 yards and uphill. I wouldn't have thought it reachable, but Finocchiaro made it in two from the blue tees. Impressive hole.
Sixteen, seventeen and eighteen make up an excellent closing stretch. Sixteen is a short but challenging par four at 384 yards. The second shot's over a pond to a very shallow green, protected by a bunker in front and thick rough long. The green is extremely wide, so expect a long putt if you miss on the wrong side.
Seventeen's a wonderful short par three at 160 yards, with challenges in the water and sand variety. It's also pleasing to look at.
It'll be hard to forget Westfields' 17th hole. Straight out of Fred Couples' imagination.
Eighteen's the hardest par four on the backside. Long at 443 yards, and the second shot must carry wetlands to reach the putting surface. Nothing like a challenging forced carry for your last iron shot of the day. Couples certainly wants you to earn your par on the final hole.
Westfields is a true gem in Northern Virginia, and its interesting history and ghostly part-time inhabitants only make it more so. The conditioning of the course, the beauty of the clubhouse and the nature of the land combine for a great day of golf.
Almost a hauntingly good time.
Details:
Westfields Golf Club
13940 Balmoral Greens Avenue
Clifton, Virginia 20124
Phone: 703-631-3300
FAX: 703-648-0999
Website: www.westfieldsgolf.com
Course Designers: Fred Couples/Gene Bates
Head Golf Professional: David Finocchiaro
Tees Yardage/Slope
Boom-Boom 6897/136
Blue 6811/132
White 6308/130
Green 6308/130
Red 5229/120
Rates:
Mon-Thurs, $75; Fri-Sun: $95.
Twilight rates (after 3:00 p.m.):$50; Fri-Sun: $55. Replay rates: $39.
All rates include tax, greens fee, cart fee, and practice balls.
Westfields Golf Club is affiliated with the Marriott Westfields Resort & Conference Center. Phone: 1-703-818-0300; Fax: 1-703-818-3655
Reservations (from U.S. and Canada): 1-800-635-5666; Sales: 1-703-818-0400
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
bluenavy
()
Date: December 19, 2013 03:36PM
SPC. Green Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Really? Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > The Lady of Belvoir Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > In the spring, the daffodils still bloom, but
> > > Belvoir is no more. Long ago, the charred
> ruins
> > of
> > > the lovely mansion crumbled to the ground
> along
> > > with its memories of candlelit balls and the
> > > sounds of coaches on cobblestone. Yet a love
> > story
> > > remains. It is little known and less spoken
> of,
> > > but still an integral part of America’s
> > colonial
> > > history. It is a chapter in the life of the
> > > American hero, George Washington, who loved,
> > > passionately, the lady at Belvoir his
> neighbor
> > and
> > > the wife of his best friend, George William
> > > Fairfax. Proper credit has never been given
> > Sally
> > > for the important role she played in
> > > Washington’s early life. Instead, she has
> > been
> > > regarded mainly as a flirtatious Southern
> belle,
> > a
> > > brainless beauty. Untrue!
> >
> > I did not know that. Oh wow, Washington had the
> > hots for Sally?
>
> Fort Pickett, VA is a beautiful post, but there is
> definitely some ghostly activity going on here. I
> am currently staying in one of the older buildings
> on post,
> and I have had some contact in just the two nights
> that I slept here. Just to be clear, I am not
> talking about just bumps and creaks in the night
> (as would
> be expected in these older buildings).
>
> The first night I slept here I had trouble falling
> asleep because of the sounds made by my dead
> roommate. It sounded like it was banging on the
> walls really
> hard. He was turning electronic things off and on
> (the heater and the printer), and I think that I
> even saw him once or twice (that I cannot say for
> certain;
> the dark plays tricks on your eyes).
>
> Last night while I slept here it didn't bang on
> the wall or anything. It opened and closed some
> doors and, while I was asleep, moved a few chairs
> around. It
> has been a little unsettling, but what am I going
> to do? I guess we just have to get over it and be
> cool with each other.
Our first house was a little blue house that was
built in 1948 for Navy housing. (The house was close to the base.)
The air conditioner was loud when it was turned on, and I remember
that anytime I was lying in bed, in our bedroom, I heard what sounded
like a radio when I knew there wasn\'t one on. I got up a few times
checking what my husband was listening to on TV, and the TV wasn\'t on or
the programming didn\'t match what I was hearing. Could never make out
what they were saying...my husband said it may have been UFOs (he
sounded like he was almost positive of it. I wasn\'t convinced.)
When my son was around 9 months old, I accidentally locked myself out
of the house when the front door closed behind me when I went outside
for some reason. I don\'t even know how that happened. I frantically
tried to open the front door to no avail. I ran to the back sliding
glass door. Locked tight. My son was in his playpen at this time playing
happily, but I was hysterical. No one was home at the houses on either
side of my house and there was no house across the street. I was too
afraid to leave my baby that long. I ran around to the front door,
trying again. No good. Ran to the back again, and cried out for my
deceased grandmother (who I was very close to ) to please help me. A
second later, that heavy sliding glass door finally opened, and I was on my
hands and knees praising God, and thanking my Grandma. I had never
been so scared in my life.
We are now in our third home, and have stayed in other places with
loud air conditioners, and I haven\'t heard \"voices\" like I heard at
that little blue house.
I used to think I may have been picking up radio signals, because that
is how they sounded!
-------------------------------------------------------
> Really? Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > The Lady of Belvoir Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > In the spring, the daffodils still bloom, but
> > > Belvoir is no more. Long ago, the charred
> ruins
> > of
> > > the lovely mansion crumbled to the ground
> along
> > > with its memories of candlelit balls and the
> > > sounds of coaches on cobblestone. Yet a love
> > story
> > > remains. It is little known and less spoken
> of,
> > > but still an integral part of America’s
> > colonial
> > > history. It is a chapter in the life of the
> > > American hero, George Washington, who loved,
> > > passionately, the lady at Belvoir his
> neighbor
> > and
> > > the wife of his best friend, George William
> > > Fairfax. Proper credit has never been given
> > Sally
> > > for the important role she played in
> > > Washington’s early life. Instead, she has
> > been
> > > regarded mainly as a flirtatious Southern
> belle,
> > a
> > > brainless beauty. Untrue!
> >
> > I did not know that. Oh wow, Washington had the
> > hots for Sally?
>
> Fort Pickett, VA is a beautiful post, but there is
> definitely some ghostly activity going on here. I
> am currently staying in one of the older buildings
> on post,
> and I have had some contact in just the two nights
> that I slept here. Just to be clear, I am not
> talking about just bumps and creaks in the night
> (as would
> be expected in these older buildings).
>
> The first night I slept here I had trouble falling
> asleep because of the sounds made by my dead
> roommate. It sounded like it was banging on the
> walls really
> hard. He was turning electronic things off and on
> (the heater and the printer), and I think that I
> even saw him once or twice (that I cannot say for
> certain;
> the dark plays tricks on your eyes).
>
> Last night while I slept here it didn't bang on
> the wall or anything. It opened and closed some
> doors and, while I was asleep, moved a few chairs
> around. It
> has been a little unsettling, but what am I going
> to do? I guess we just have to get over it and be
> cool with each other.
Our first house was a little blue house that was
built in 1948 for Navy housing. (The house was close to the base.)
The air conditioner was loud when it was turned on, and I remember
that anytime I was lying in bed, in our bedroom, I heard what sounded
like a radio when I knew there wasn\'t one on. I got up a few times
checking what my husband was listening to on TV, and the TV wasn\'t on or
the programming didn\'t match what I was hearing. Could never make out
what they were saying...my husband said it may have been UFOs (he
sounded like he was almost positive of it. I wasn\'t convinced.)
When my son was around 9 months old, I accidentally locked myself out
of the house when the front door closed behind me when I went outside
for some reason. I don\'t even know how that happened. I frantically
tried to open the front door to no avail. I ran to the back sliding
glass door. Locked tight. My son was in his playpen at this time playing
happily, but I was hysterical. No one was home at the houses on either
side of my house and there was no house across the street. I was too
afraid to leave my baby that long. I ran around to the front door,
trying again. No good. Ran to the back again, and cried out for my
deceased grandmother (who I was very close to ) to please help me. A
second later, that heavy sliding glass door finally opened, and I was on my
hands and knees praising God, and thanking my Grandma. I had never
been so scared in my life.
We are now in our third home, and have stayed in other places with
loud air conditioners, and I haven\'t heard \"voices\" like I heard at
that little blue house.
I used to think I may have been picking up radio signals, because that
is how they sounded!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Peanuts
()
Date: December 20, 2013 02:12AM
Blue navy, I hear the same kind of noises coming from the fans in my bedrooms. Sounds like a radio as well as people talking, or just different kinds of music. Once I heard a voice say my name through a bedroom fan. And for those who claim that our brains just interpret white noise as words, explain this...one night the fan next to my bed was "talking" and next thing I know it got louder and louder and then the radio next to the fan turned itself on and picked up where the fan left off. The alarm was set to go off but not for several more hours.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
bluenavy
()
Date: December 20, 2013 06:02AM
Peanuts Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Blue navy, I hear the same kind of noises coming
> from the fans in my bedrooms. Sounds like a radio
> as well as people talking, or just different kinds
> of music. Once I heard a voice say my name through
> a bedroom fan. And for those who claim that our
> brains just interpret white noise as words,
> explain this...one night the fan next to my bed
> was "talking" and next thing I know it got louder
> and louder and then the radio next to the fan
> turned itself on and picked up where the fan left
> off. The alarm was set to go off but not for
> several more hours.
Once we moved we never heard it again thank god!
-------------------------------------------------------
> Blue navy, I hear the same kind of noises coming
> from the fans in my bedrooms. Sounds like a radio
> as well as people talking, or just different kinds
> of music. Once I heard a voice say my name through
> a bedroom fan. And for those who claim that our
> brains just interpret white noise as words,
> explain this...one night the fan next to my bed
> was "talking" and next thing I know it got louder
> and louder and then the radio next to the fan
> turned itself on and picked up where the fan left
> off. The alarm was set to go off but not for
> several more hours.
Once we moved we never heard it again thank god!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Jeffrey
()
Date: December 20, 2013 06:44AM
SPC. Green Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Really? Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > The Lady of Belvoir Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > In the spring, the daffodils still bloom, but
> > > Belvoir is no more. Long ago, the charred
> ruins
> > of
> > > the lovely mansion crumbled to the ground
> along
> > > with its memories of candlelit balls and the
> > > sounds of coaches on cobblestone. Yet a love
> > story
> > > remains. It is little known and less spoken
> of,
> > > but still an integral part of America’s
> > colonial
> > > history. It is a chapter in the life of the
> > > American hero, George Washington, who loved,
> > > passionately, the lady at Belvoir his
> neighbor
> > and
> > > the wife of his best friend, George William
> > > Fairfax. Proper credit has never been given
> > Sally
> > > for the important role she played in
> > > Washington’s early life. Instead, she has
> > been
> > > regarded mainly as a flirtatious Southern
> belle,
> > a
> > > brainless beauty. Untrue!
> >
> > I did not know that. Oh wow, Washington had the
> > hots for Sally?
>
> Fort Pickett, VA is a beautiful post, but there is
> definitely some ghostly activity going on here. I
> am currently staying in one of the older buildings
> on post,
> and I have had some contact in just the two nights
> that I slept here. Just to be clear, I am not
> talking about just bumps and creaks in the night
> (as would
> be expected in these older buildings).
>
> The first night I slept here I had trouble falling
> asleep because of the sounds made by my dead
> roommate. It sounded like it was banging on the
> walls really
> hard. He was turning electronic things off and on
> (the heater and the printer), and I think that I
> even saw him once or twice (that I cannot say for
> certain;
> the dark plays tricks on your eyes).
>
> Last night while I slept here it didn't bang on
> the wall or anything. It opened and closed some
> doors and, while I was asleep, moved a few chairs
> around. It
> has been a little unsettling, but what am I going
> to do? I guess we just have to get over it and be
> cool with each other.
Ft. Pickett, VA, next to Blackstone, VA building on W. 10th Street is definitely haunted. Knocking on doors where there is no one around, footsteps, doors opening repeatedly, physical contact from ghost, items moving etc..
I call him Charlie, he likes newcomers and pretty ladies. I spent over two years working mostly at night in this building, I know what I saw, heard, and felt.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Really? Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > The Lady of Belvoir Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > In the spring, the daffodils still bloom, but
> > > Belvoir is no more. Long ago, the charred
> ruins
> > of
> > > the lovely mansion crumbled to the ground
> along
> > > with its memories of candlelit balls and the
> > > sounds of coaches on cobblestone. Yet a love
> > story
> > > remains. It is little known and less spoken
> of,
> > > but still an integral part of America’s
> > colonial
> > > history. It is a chapter in the life of the
> > > American hero, George Washington, who loved,
> > > passionately, the lady at Belvoir his
> neighbor
> > and
> > > the wife of his best friend, George William
> > > Fairfax. Proper credit has never been given
> > Sally
> > > for the important role she played in
> > > Washington’s early life. Instead, she has
> > been
> > > regarded mainly as a flirtatious Southern
> belle,
> > a
> > > brainless beauty. Untrue!
> >
> > I did not know that. Oh wow, Washington had the
> > hots for Sally?
>
> Fort Pickett, VA is a beautiful post, but there is
> definitely some ghostly activity going on here. I
> am currently staying in one of the older buildings
> on post,
> and I have had some contact in just the two nights
> that I slept here. Just to be clear, I am not
> talking about just bumps and creaks in the night
> (as would
> be expected in these older buildings).
>
> The first night I slept here I had trouble falling
> asleep because of the sounds made by my dead
> roommate. It sounded like it was banging on the
> walls really
> hard. He was turning electronic things off and on
> (the heater and the printer), and I think that I
> even saw him once or twice (that I cannot say for
> certain;
> the dark plays tricks on your eyes).
>
> Last night while I slept here it didn't bang on
> the wall or anything. It opened and closed some
> doors and, while I was asleep, moved a few chairs
> around. It
> has been a little unsettling, but what am I going
> to do? I guess we just have to get over it and be
> cool with each other.
Ft. Pickett, VA, next to Blackstone, VA building on W. 10th Street is definitely haunted. Knocking on doors where there is no one around, footsteps, doors opening repeatedly, physical contact from ghost, items moving etc..
I call him Charlie, he likes newcomers and pretty ladies. I spent over two years working mostly at night in this building, I know what I saw, heard, and felt.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
bingo
()
Date: December 23, 2013 07:21AM
I don't like in Fairfax, but Bealeton VA and I had an encounter with a ghost that I will never forget. I was walking with my dog in the daytime. Suddenly my dog stopped walking and turned around. I tried to get him to move but he stood firm. He began to growl and as I turned around I saw a misty figure standing behind me.
I had heard that a man was murdered there before from my neighbor who was living there for all her life. Over 50 years. Her parents and grandparents before her also inherited that house. She said that man was her deceased uncle.
The figure was misty and I could make out a trench coat with a long chain dangling in his hand. My neighbor said that her uncle had a beloved clock that he kept with him. I think that misty figure that freaked the hell out of my dog was her uncle.
I had heard that a man was murdered there before from my neighbor who was living there for all her life. Over 50 years. Her parents and grandparents before her also inherited that house. She said that man was her deceased uncle.
The figure was misty and I could make out a trench coat with a long chain dangling in his hand. My neighbor said that her uncle had a beloved clock that he kept with him. I think that misty figure that freaked the hell out of my dog was her uncle.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
NorthArlington
()
Date: December 23, 2013 07:51AM
My grandmother's old house of 30yrs, the house I grew up in is on North Harrison Street, in North Arlington. It use to be a double family home back during the civil war. Now, it's a mini manision. In 1983 the family was all at church on Christmas Eve, only my uncle was home with my nephew and he said he saw a little boy hop down the hallway bouncing a ball and disappeared into the kitchen. My other uncle said he felt a dark presence in the basement. All of us grandkids always felt a weird not good presence follow us whenever we walked up the stairs, but ended as we hit the top of the stairs.
My cousin who was 2 at the time actually saw the little boy and said the boy touched his forehead. My uncle said he woke up from a nap and the little boy was at the edge of the bed asking him to come play with him.
When the old house was torn down for reconstruction, the workers dug into a marker and it scared the crap of them. They stopped working on the house for 2 weeks. The little boy, 12yrs died and was buried right out front of the house. No one knows of the other dark presence in the house.
Oh yeah, both my grandparents died in that house. So there are probably 4 presences in that house now. We sold the house about four years ago. Wonder if the new owners are experiencing any paranormal activity.
My cousin who was 2 at the time actually saw the little boy and said the boy touched his forehead. My uncle said he woke up from a nap and the little boy was at the edge of the bed asking him to come play with him.
When the old house was torn down for reconstruction, the workers dug into a marker and it scared the crap of them. They stopped working on the house for 2 weeks. The little boy, 12yrs died and was buried right out front of the house. No one knows of the other dark presence in the house.
Oh yeah, both my grandparents died in that house. So there are probably 4 presences in that house now. We sold the house about four years ago. Wonder if the new owners are experiencing any paranormal activity.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost Hunter
()
Date: December 24, 2013 06:51AM
NorthArlington Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> My grandmother's old house of 30yrs, the house I
> grew up in is on North Harrison Street, in North
> Arlington. It use to be a double family home back
> during the civil war. Now, it's a mini manision.
> In 1983 the family was all at church on Christmas
> Eve, only my uncle was home with my nephew and he
> said he saw a little boy hop down the hallway
> bouncing a ball and disappeared into the kitchen.
> My other uncle said he felt a dark presence in the
> basement. All of us grandkids always felt a weird
> not good presence follow us whenever we walked up
> the stairs, but ended as we hit the top of the
> stairs.
>
> My cousin who was 2 at the time actually saw the
> little boy and said the boy touched his forehead.
> My uncle said he woke up from a nap and the little
> boy was at the edge of the bed asking him to come
> play with him.
>
> When the old house was torn down for
> reconstruction, the workers dug into a marker and
> it scared the crap of them. They stopped working
> on the house for 2 weeks. The little boy, 12yrs
> died and was buried right out front of the house.
> No one knows of the other dark presence in the
> house.
>
> Oh yeah, both my grandparents died in that house.
> So there are probably 4 presences in that house
> now. We sold the house about four years ago.
> Wonder if the new owners are experiencing any
> paranormal activity.
Very interesting story and just in time for the holidays! I'd love to take a look at it.
-------------------------------------------------------
> My grandmother's old house of 30yrs, the house I
> grew up in is on North Harrison Street, in North
> Arlington. It use to be a double family home back
> during the civil war. Now, it's a mini manision.
> In 1983 the family was all at church on Christmas
> Eve, only my uncle was home with my nephew and he
> said he saw a little boy hop down the hallway
> bouncing a ball and disappeared into the kitchen.
> My other uncle said he felt a dark presence in the
> basement. All of us grandkids always felt a weird
> not good presence follow us whenever we walked up
> the stairs, but ended as we hit the top of the
> stairs.
>
> My cousin who was 2 at the time actually saw the
> little boy and said the boy touched his forehead.
> My uncle said he woke up from a nap and the little
> boy was at the edge of the bed asking him to come
> play with him.
>
> When the old house was torn down for
> reconstruction, the workers dug into a marker and
> it scared the crap of them. They stopped working
> on the house for 2 weeks. The little boy, 12yrs
> died and was buried right out front of the house.
> No one knows of the other dark presence in the
> house.
>
> Oh yeah, both my grandparents died in that house.
> So there are probably 4 presences in that house
> now. We sold the house about four years ago.
> Wonder if the new owners are experiencing any
> paranormal activity.
Very interesting story and just in time for the holidays! I'd love to take a look at it.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
gary at fort monroe
()
Date: December 26, 2013 04:28AM
SPC. Green Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Really? Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > The Lady of Belvoir Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > In the spring, the daffodils still bloom, but
> > > Belvoir is no more. Long ago, the charred
> ruins
> > of
> > > the lovely mansion crumbled to the ground
> along
> > > with its memories of candlelit balls and the
> > > sounds of coaches on cobblestone. Yet a love
> > story
> > > remains. It is little known and less spoken
> of,
> > > but still an integral part of America’s
> > colonial
> > > history. It is a chapter in the life of the
> > > American hero, George Washington, who loved,
> > > passionately, the lady at Belvoir his
> neighbor
> > and
> > > the wife of his best friend, George William
> > > Fairfax. Proper credit has never been given
> > Sally
> > > for the important role she played in
> > > Washington’s early life. Instead, she has
> > been
> > > regarded mainly as a flirtatious Southern
> belle,
> > a
> > > brainless beauty. Untrue!
> >
> > I did not know that. Oh wow, Washington had the
> > hots for Sally?
>
> Fort Pickett, VA is a beautiful post, but there is
> definitely some ghostly activity going on here. I
> am currently staying in one of the older buildings
> on post,
> and I have had some contact in just the two nights
> that I slept here. Just to be clear, I am not
> talking about just bumps and creaks in the night
> (as would
> be expected in these older buildings).
>
> The first night I slept here I had trouble falling
> asleep because of the sounds made by my dead
> roommate. It sounded like it was banging on the
> walls really
> hard. He was turning electronic things off and on
> (the heater and the printer), and I think that I
> even saw him once or twice (that I cannot say for
> certain;
> the dark plays tricks on your eyes).
>
> Last night while I slept here it didn't bang on
> the wall or anything. It opened and closed some
> doors and, while I was asleep, moved a few chairs
> around. It
> has been a little unsettling, but what am I going
> to do? I guess we just have to get over it and be
> cool with each other.
I lived inside the moat on Bernard Rd in the early 90s as a child when my father was stationed there. Doors opening and closing by themselves, footsteps in the hall at night when me and my sister and parents were in bed were a couple of the things we had to deal with.
A couple of times my mother called the MPs and they would search the house and leave telling us there was not anything they could do. I do not remember which house it was and when me and my sister went back on the former post for a visit she could not remember either.
We are both only in our 30s and both of us could take you to every house or apartment we have ever lived in. Except for the one at Ft Monroe.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Really? Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > The Lady of Belvoir Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > In the spring, the daffodils still bloom, but
> > > Belvoir is no more. Long ago, the charred
> ruins
> > of
> > > the lovely mansion crumbled to the ground
> along
> > > with its memories of candlelit balls and the
> > > sounds of coaches on cobblestone. Yet a love
> > story
> > > remains. It is little known and less spoken
> of,
> > > but still an integral part of America’s
> > colonial
> > > history. It is a chapter in the life of the
> > > American hero, George Washington, who loved,
> > > passionately, the lady at Belvoir his
> neighbor
> > and
> > > the wife of his best friend, George William
> > > Fairfax. Proper credit has never been given
> > Sally
> > > for the important role she played in
> > > Washington’s early life. Instead, she has
> > been
> > > regarded mainly as a flirtatious Southern
> belle,
> > a
> > > brainless beauty. Untrue!
> >
> > I did not know that. Oh wow, Washington had the
> > hots for Sally?
>
> Fort Pickett, VA is a beautiful post, but there is
> definitely some ghostly activity going on here. I
> am currently staying in one of the older buildings
> on post,
> and I have had some contact in just the two nights
> that I slept here. Just to be clear, I am not
> talking about just bumps and creaks in the night
> (as would
> be expected in these older buildings).
>
> The first night I slept here I had trouble falling
> asleep because of the sounds made by my dead
> roommate. It sounded like it was banging on the
> walls really
> hard. He was turning electronic things off and on
> (the heater and the printer), and I think that I
> even saw him once or twice (that I cannot say for
> certain;
> the dark plays tricks on your eyes).
>
> Last night while I slept here it didn't bang on
> the wall or anything. It opened and closed some
> doors and, while I was asleep, moved a few chairs
> around. It
> has been a little unsettling, but what am I going
> to do? I guess we just have to get over it and be
> cool with each other.
I lived inside the moat on Bernard Rd in the early 90s as a child when my father was stationed there. Doors opening and closing by themselves, footsteps in the hall at night when me and my sister and parents were in bed were a couple of the things we had to deal with.
A couple of times my mother called the MPs and they would search the house and leave telling us there was not anything they could do. I do not remember which house it was and when me and my sister went back on the former post for a visit she could not remember either.
We are both only in our 30s and both of us could take you to every house or apartment we have ever lived in. Except for the one at Ft Monroe.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
anymoose
()
Date: December 26, 2013 10:58PM
Late one night I was driving alone through the area just outside Bluefield known as Wright's Valley. The curvy road there crosses the railroad tracks several times. When approaching one crossing I noticed that the signals beside the track were red--indicating trouble ahead. When I got to the tracks there was nothing unusual, so I just started across. Suddenly I spotted the shadow of a man (or woman) wearing a baseball cap on my left next to the tracks. I was so startled that I slammed on my brakes and looked around. The figure had disappeared. There was no cover for a person to hide behind or duck under. I was shaken, but I continued my drive. About five minutes later my courage had overtaken my fear, so I decided to turn around and drive across the same tracks again. There was nothing there. The signals had changed back to green.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Double Church road
()
Date: December 28, 2013 01:47AM
My family and I have lived in Stephen city for many years. In an old abandoned house off of this old road called ''Double Church'', you can see this gigantic abandoned farmhouse that is said to be possessed. A tall black figure with red eyes has been spotted there numerous times and people who like to bring Ouija boards are told that if they search the ''subwall'' they will get a reward...
However I myself have experienced this. The subwall contains an approx. 6 foot drop to a pile a extremely sharp metal scraps. The same message has been given to a lot of my friends who have tried this.
However I myself have experienced this. The subwall contains an approx. 6 foot drop to a pile a extremely sharp metal scraps. The same message has been given to a lot of my friends who have tried this.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
anon223
()
Date: December 29, 2013 10:24PM
The most haunted home in Woodbridge VA can be found behind the Grayson estate on Grayson Rd. No one in the area wants to go near this home. I would give you the address but I need to respect the owners (no one lives in that home anymore for obvious reasons).
If you take a left on Longview drive onto Grayson Rd the house is on the left - unmistakable. So many things happened in that home and the residents finally had enough and left after nearly 10 years there.
Here is what happened when I visited there for a weekend. I can only speak for what I saw. I was asleep on the sofa and heard someone violently running up the stairs. I sat up and called out my friend's name.
She came downstairs and told me that the walking happens nearly every night. I was freaked out so I slept upstairs. The same night I woke up again to see a man walking around and could hear a weird hissing sound.
I sat up and her dogs started barking uncontrollably. My friend woke up to ease my fears telling me she is used to it and it's all harmless. She had been living there so long that it didn't bother her much anymore.
I wanted to get a hotel room on rt 1 but decided to stick it out one more night. As I was getting ready for bed someone swiped the back of my neck while I was trying to brush my teeth. I ran out and she said the ghost does that.
I pleaded with her to leave this house but she ended up staying
there for another 4-5 years. When she married he moved into the home. He didn't know anything but that the house had ''activity''.
He reported the same things but also that a giant orb stood by her and floated over her body before laying next to her as she slept. She was pregnant at this time. He said he had to leave this home asap and they did so not long after the baby was born.
If you go to this home at night you can go into the yard and take EVPs and photos. It never fails to disappoint. Lots of orbs voices screams and even images of faces hands and legs. It was the creepiest experience I ever had in my life.
This home is the most haunted in Woodbridge. Drive by
If you take a left on Longview drive onto Grayson Rd the house is on the left - unmistakable. So many things happened in that home and the residents finally had enough and left after nearly 10 years there.
Here is what happened when I visited there for a weekend. I can only speak for what I saw. I was asleep on the sofa and heard someone violently running up the stairs. I sat up and called out my friend's name.
She came downstairs and told me that the walking happens nearly every night. I was freaked out so I slept upstairs. The same night I woke up again to see a man walking around and could hear a weird hissing sound.
I sat up and her dogs started barking uncontrollably. My friend woke up to ease my fears telling me she is used to it and it's all harmless. She had been living there so long that it didn't bother her much anymore.
I wanted to get a hotel room on rt 1 but decided to stick it out one more night. As I was getting ready for bed someone swiped the back of my neck while I was trying to brush my teeth. I ran out and she said the ghost does that.
I pleaded with her to leave this house but she ended up staying
there for another 4-5 years. When she married he moved into the home. He didn't know anything but that the house had ''activity''.
He reported the same things but also that a giant orb stood by her and floated over her body before laying next to her as she slept. She was pregnant at this time. He said he had to leave this home asap and they did so not long after the baby was born.
If you go to this home at night you can go into the yard and take EVPs and photos. It never fails to disappoint. Lots of orbs voices screams and even images of faces hands and legs. It was the creepiest experience I ever had in my life.
This home is the most haunted in Woodbridge. Drive by
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
ashton
()
Date: December 30, 2013 01:31PM
I live near bloom (old bridge road) in Woodbridge. There is a clump of abandoned houses over there and I (because I'm stupid) convinced my guy friends (all of whom are terrified of these houses) to take me to them with my camera. We took a video that had a lot of paranormal footage stuff we missed when we walked around. If anyone knows what happened in those abandoned houses on Smoketown it'd be great for us to know! We'll be posting our videos on youtube and I'll do another ghost report then.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Catherine.Spalding@gmail.com
()
Date: December 30, 2013 02:11PM
ashton Wrote:
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> I live near bloom (old bridge road) in Woodbridge.
> There is a clump of abandoned houses over there
> and I (because I'm stupid) convinced my guy
> friends (all of whom are terrified of these
> houses) to take me to them with my camera. We took
> a video that had a lot of paranormal footage stuff
> we missed when we walked around. If anyone knows
> what happened in those abandoned houses on
> Smoketown it'd be great for us to know! We'll be
> posting our videos on youtube and I'll do another
> ghost report then.
I used to live in one of those houses growing up and I am very curious to see what you have. Contact me via email. Catherine.Spalding@gmail.com
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> I live near bloom (old bridge road) in Woodbridge.
> There is a clump of abandoned houses over there
> and I (because I'm stupid) convinced my guy
> friends (all of whom are terrified of these
> houses) to take me to them with my camera. We took
> a video that had a lot of paranormal footage stuff
> we missed when we walked around. If anyone knows
> what happened in those abandoned houses on
> Smoketown it'd be great for us to know! We'll be
> posting our videos on youtube and I'll do another
> ghost report then.
I used to live in one of those houses growing up and I am very curious to see what you have. Contact me via email. Catherine.Spalding@gmail.com
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
ghost in reston
()
Date: January 05, 2014 08:58PM
RMariotte@AOL.com Wrote:
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> Lurker Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Another Reston Ghost story. Apparently many
> > people claimed to see this gilr ghost over a
> > weekend period -
> >
> > The Reton Ghost -- isn't that the tortured soul
> of
> > a dotcom company that met an untimely death
> last
> > year? :)
> >
> > Seriously, I think it's supposed to be the
> spirit
> > of Gwen Ames. As I recall she was strangled
> near
> > the canal section of Lake Anne while all the
> > people who lived around there were at some
> concert
> > on the plaza.
>
> We lived in Reston from 1967 until 1972. There
> were less than 3,000 people there then. We were
> among the first residents of Golf Course Island,
> had a great condo. 4 bedroom, 4 bath, 4 level, was
> on house tour several times and was also written
> up in Washington Post because we had moved there
> from Paris and had all French antiques so was
> different from a modern house with modern
> furniture. I have so many memories, some good and
> some bad.
>
> The bad were the first murder, a teenage girl,
> Gwen Ames, the mystery was never solved but it was
> really a big thing as everyone knew her and her
> family, and they were much loved. The second bad
> thing was that a small girl, think she was about 3
> fell through the ice in Lake Anne and drowned. I
> still remember the sound of the drilling through
> the lake all winter trying to find the body. The
> day in the Spring when they finally found her her
> brother was at our house practicing in a band with
> our son, Michael. Band was Underground Current I
> think, they were very popular at the time. It was
> a very sad winter.
I didn't know this one had a story attached to it... but some people in Reston claim to have seen a young girl sitting in the old wooden swing that sits at the end of the canal off of Lake Anne. Just a few feet away from the swing is a contemporary art statue with two holes that roughly resemble binoculars. They say that if you look through these holes early in the morning you can sometimes see the girl playing around a tree. Sometimes she's been seen hiding a piece of paper in the tree.
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> Lurker Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Another Reston Ghost story. Apparently many
> > people claimed to see this gilr ghost over a
> > weekend period -
> >
> > The Reton Ghost -- isn't that the tortured soul
> of
> > a dotcom company that met an untimely death
> last
> > year? :)
> >
> > Seriously, I think it's supposed to be the
> spirit
> > of Gwen Ames. As I recall she was strangled
> near
> > the canal section of Lake Anne while all the
> > people who lived around there were at some
> concert
> > on the plaza.
>
> We lived in Reston from 1967 until 1972. There
> were less than 3,000 people there then. We were
> among the first residents of Golf Course Island,
> had a great condo. 4 bedroom, 4 bath, 4 level, was
> on house tour several times and was also written
> up in Washington Post because we had moved there
> from Paris and had all French antiques so was
> different from a modern house with modern
> furniture. I have so many memories, some good and
> some bad.
>
> The bad were the first murder, a teenage girl,
> Gwen Ames, the mystery was never solved but it was
> really a big thing as everyone knew her and her
> family, and they were much loved. The second bad
> thing was that a small girl, think she was about 3
> fell through the ice in Lake Anne and drowned. I
> still remember the sound of the drilling through
> the lake all winter trying to find the body. The
> day in the Spring when they finally found her her
> brother was at our house practicing in a band with
> our son, Michael. Band was Underground Current I
> think, they were very popular at the time. It was
> a very sad winter.
I didn't know this one had a story attached to it... but some people in Reston claim to have seen a young girl sitting in the old wooden swing that sits at the end of the canal off of Lake Anne. Just a few feet away from the swing is a contemporary art statue with two holes that roughly resemble binoculars. They say that if you look through these holes early in the morning you can sometimes see the girl playing around a tree. Sometimes she's been seen hiding a piece of paper in the tree.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
The Ghost Who Wants His Ashes
()
Date: January 05, 2014 09:01PM
Another one about REston I had never heard before...
The Ghost Who Wants His Ashes Back
Following the Civil War, the land that was to become Reston was put up for auction to satisfy back taxes. It was sold to Dr. Carl Wiehle and William Dunn for $20,000. Wiehle envisioned building a new town on the site, complete with a hotel, industry, parks, and a community center. Although only a few of the streets were ever laid out, many of Wiehle’s plans were completed; unfortunately he died at the young age of 50 and plans for continuing the town were abandoned.
However, six or seven families built homes in the town. This is the story of an old man named John, who frequently visited one of these families.
During his last visit, John had an aneurysm and soon after he died. In the next few weeks, John's brother and the family that lived in Wiehle got into a bitter fight over what to do with John's ashes.
You see, John had always said that when he died, he wanted to be cremated and have his ashes spread at dusk from a canoe in the middle of the Potomac River. It had come to him in a dream that that was what he should do. But after he died, his brother fought the idea. Eventually they decided to split the ashes. The family in Wiehle took a canoe out onto the river and when they reached the middle, they tossed their half of John’s ashes into the wind.
But John's brother kept his half of the ashes in a small urn that he eventually buried in his backyard. To this day, when the tide is low, John’s ghost returns from the river to the site of his brother's house, searching for the urn that held his ashes.
The Ghost Who Wants His Ashes Back
Following the Civil War, the land that was to become Reston was put up for auction to satisfy back taxes. It was sold to Dr. Carl Wiehle and William Dunn for $20,000. Wiehle envisioned building a new town on the site, complete with a hotel, industry, parks, and a community center. Although only a few of the streets were ever laid out, many of Wiehle’s plans were completed; unfortunately he died at the young age of 50 and plans for continuing the town were abandoned.
However, six or seven families built homes in the town. This is the story of an old man named John, who frequently visited one of these families.
During his last visit, John had an aneurysm and soon after he died. In the next few weeks, John's brother and the family that lived in Wiehle got into a bitter fight over what to do with John's ashes.
You see, John had always said that when he died, he wanted to be cremated and have his ashes spread at dusk from a canoe in the middle of the Potomac River. It had come to him in a dream that that was what he should do. But after he died, his brother fought the idea. Eventually they decided to split the ashes. The family in Wiehle took a canoe out onto the river and when they reached the middle, they tossed their half of John’s ashes into the wind.
But John's brother kept his half of the ashes in a small urn that he eventually buried in his backyard. To this day, when the tide is low, John’s ghost returns from the river to the site of his brother's house, searching for the urn that held his ashes.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
carol
()
Date: January 12, 2014 07:47PM
A week after Christmas of 2013 my nephew rented a large cabin with beautiful views off hwy 58 in Hillsville Va. On one afternoon I stayed at the cabin with my 4-month-old grandniece while everyone explored. Suddenly a rocker on the back deck began to rock by itself. You could say it was wind, but the 4 other rockers were still. My daughter took a video of my 2-year-old granddaughter and 5-year-old grandniece playing in the living room, and 2 orbs swirled into view. The whole time my 4-month-old grandniece was there she couldn't sleep.
My youngest daughter and her boyfriend occupied an upstairs bedroom in which they had trouble sleeping due to the feeling of being watched by what
felt like a male presence. I too had this feeling one night when I was downstairs making a trip to the restroom. When I came out returning to bed walking under that very room I felt this eerie feeling of being watched by a male. I think the orbs and this male presence were different. Some of the family did come up on an old headstone while exploring. It was dating to the 1700s. There were numerous rocks set up nearby to represent headstones we believe.
I'm very curious to hear if anyone knows of any hauntings in the area. I grew up in a haunted house, but the spirit was calm and not threatening. This male at this area seems like he doesn't care for visitors. We weren't there long enough to find out.
My youngest daughter and her boyfriend occupied an upstairs bedroom in which they had trouble sleeping due to the feeling of being watched by what
felt like a male presence. I too had this feeling one night when I was downstairs making a trip to the restroom. When I came out returning to bed walking under that very room I felt this eerie feeling of being watched by a male. I think the orbs and this male presence were different. Some of the family did come up on an old headstone while exploring. It was dating to the 1700s. There were numerous rocks set up nearby to represent headstones we believe.
I'm very curious to hear if anyone knows of any hauntings in the area. I grew up in a haunted house, but the spirit was calm and not threatening. This male at this area seems like he doesn't care for visitors. We weren't there long enough to find out.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
OldSage
()
Date: January 12, 2014 09:37PM
Rockledge Inn in Occoquan is supposed to be haunted by the spirit of a cival way soldier.
My home was haunted when I first moved in. I moved into a used house in Springfield. Nothing scary, I my house was home to a very young child spirit. I did not pay much attention to it until my very young children told me about their friend, Bob.
Bob just wanted to play with them. I assumed it was iminagations at work here until I sent my kids away to spend time with their grandparents in Tennessee. We had no children in the house and wanted to paint and do work on the house.
My husband and I were in the basement painting when we heard a child's heavy footstomps run across the living room which was over our heads. We looked at eachother, and I told my husband, that is Bob. Bob plays games with me, he actually moved all my dishes in my dishwasher to one side of the dishwasher, the other side was empty. He was messing with me.
As my children aged, Bob faded away. I actually told him to leave and go find his mother. My house is quiet now, Bob left, but I kind of miss him.
My home was haunted when I first moved in. I moved into a used house in Springfield. Nothing scary, I my house was home to a very young child spirit. I did not pay much attention to it until my very young children told me about their friend, Bob.
Bob just wanted to play with them. I assumed it was iminagations at work here until I sent my kids away to spend time with their grandparents in Tennessee. We had no children in the house and wanted to paint and do work on the house.
My husband and I were in the basement painting when we heard a child's heavy footstomps run across the living room which was over our heads. We looked at eachother, and I told my husband, that is Bob. Bob plays games with me, he actually moved all my dishes in my dishwasher to one side of the dishwasher, the other side was empty. He was messing with me.
As my children aged, Bob faded away. I actually told him to leave and go find his mother. My house is quiet now, Bob left, but I kind of miss him.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Occoquan Haunts
()
Date: January 13, 2014 07:59AM
OldSage Wrote:
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> Rockledge Inn in Occoquan is supposed to be
> haunted by the spirit of a cival way soldier.
> My home was haunted when I first moved in. I moved
> into a used house in Springfield. Nothing scary, I
> my house was home to a very young child spirit. I
> did not pay much attention to it until my very
> young children told me about their friend, Bob.
> Bob just wanted to play with them. I assumed it
> was iminagations at work here until I sent my kids
> away to spend time with their grandparents in
> Tennessee. We had no children in the house and
> wanted to paint and do work on the house.
> My husband and I were in the basement painting
> when we heard a child's heavy footstomps run
> across the living room which was over our heads.
> We looked at eachother, and I told my husband,
> that is Bob. Bob plays games with me, he actually
> moved all my dishes in my dishwasher to one side
> of the dishwasher, the other side was empty. He
> was messing with me.
> As my children aged, Bob faded away. I actually
> told him to leave and go find his mother. My
> house is quiet now, Bob left, but I kind of miss
> him.
Rockledge Mansion
http://rockledgemansion.com/ghosts
Rockledge Mansion - John Ballandine, a local industrialist, built this Georgian mansion in 1758 with the help of master builder, William Buckland. The ghost here is that of a friendly Confederate Solider.
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> Rockledge Inn in Occoquan is supposed to be
> haunted by the spirit of a cival way soldier.
> My home was haunted when I first moved in. I moved
> into a used house in Springfield. Nothing scary, I
> my house was home to a very young child spirit. I
> did not pay much attention to it until my very
> young children told me about their friend, Bob.
> Bob just wanted to play with them. I assumed it
> was iminagations at work here until I sent my kids
> away to spend time with their grandparents in
> Tennessee. We had no children in the house and
> wanted to paint and do work on the house.
> My husband and I were in the basement painting
> when we heard a child's heavy footstomps run
> across the living room which was over our heads.
> We looked at eachother, and I told my husband,
> that is Bob. Bob plays games with me, he actually
> moved all my dishes in my dishwasher to one side
> of the dishwasher, the other side was empty. He
> was messing with me.
> As my children aged, Bob faded away. I actually
> told him to leave and go find his mother. My
> house is quiet now, Bob left, but I kind of miss
> him.
Rockledge Mansion
http://rockledgemansion.com/ghosts
Rockledge Mansion - John Ballandine, a local industrialist, built this Georgian mansion in 1758 with the help of master builder, William Buckland. The ghost here is that of a friendly Confederate Solider.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Stormtrooper
()
Date: January 16, 2014 07:46AM
Ft. Mcnair, in Washington DC, which is the home of the US War College and the 3rd US Infantry's A Co.; The Old Guard. This also happens to be where the Lincoln conspirators were held and later hung. Every winter there is a trail through the snow on the lawn, where the conspirators marched to their doom. Snow should fall on that part of the lawn but for some reason there never is any. Very strange. Also the room where the woman was kept has a foggy window and no other windows fog.
There are other reports of A Company's basement having had open grates at one time which led to the underground passageways underneath DC, called the catacombs. They have since been sealed up, but several soldiers while I was stationed there saw what looked like hands come up through the grates a couple times.
There are other reports of A Company's basement having had open grates at one time which led to the underground passageways underneath DC, called the catacombs. They have since been sealed up, but several soldiers while I was stationed there saw what looked like hands come up through the grates a couple times.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
eodtech2000
()
Date: January 16, 2014 07:53AM
The EOD building at Ft. Belvoir is haunted, everyone that I know who was stationed there says the place is freaky and a few techs that I know saw a mist floating around - these techs I wouldn't hesitate in a second to go downrange with and were not bullshit artists.
The D.C. area is said to be full of wierd shit as many of the Army Forts date back to Revolutionary and Civil War times.
The D.C. area is said to be full of wierd shit as many of the Army Forts date back to Revolutionary and Civil War times.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Southern Dandy
()
Date: January 16, 2014 08:00AM
When I served at Walter Reed Army Medical Center we were occasionally selected for guard duty at this fantastic old girls finishing school for the daughters of the political elite. This enormous compound was composed of no less than seven different buildings, each interlocking that was designed to replicate a different cultural environment. One building was an East Asian Pagoda, another in German style, so on so on. The reports of hautings in this building were commonplace. In fact it was taken for granted. The building was easily a hundred years old, and was poorly maintained. The only reason it still existed was because it was scheduled for renivation, and was a historical monument. It was in a badly maintained condition, but still contained artifacts from the original dwellers. While doing rounds it was fun to sort through 100 year old medical journals and catalogues ,true anachronisms, and surely worth money. The building had grand halls with gargoyles and other victorian furnishing, and even had an old psych ward. If any place on the planet was haunted it would be this place.
One night on guard duty, my buddy and I were finishing up a pizza we ordered, when we heard voices down the hall. Vandalism had been reported here before so we grabbed our arms(baseball bats),told our NCO in charge we were heading out, and proceeded in the direction of the disturbance. We followed down the hall by flashlight, and prepared to whomp some hippy ass. When we got to the point that we heard the voices, there was nothing. We continued down the hall and started a search of adjoining rooms. Still nothing. That's when we heard muffled laughter a bit farther down the hall. This building just kind of keeps going, it's very big, so we called back on the radio to our NOC, that we needed some more time. She was pretty scared so she told us to hurry back when we figured it out.
After a lot of looking my buddy and I were searched out. We had found a lot of wierd stuff, and were sick of looking. That's when we heard laughing behind on of the walls. There shouldn't have been anything behind that wall. Out of sheer frustration my buddy hit the wall with his baseball bat and yealled "Shut the F$&* up!" When the dust settled we found that the wall was hollow, and that there was a staircase below where he had hit it, behind the wall. We made a command decision to open the wall up enough to fit through. We climbed through and went down the OLD stairs. It lead into a basement area that lead through a bunch of rooms with old antiques stored in them. We finally found another dirt staircase leading to a bunch of interconnecting boiler rooms. The tunnels were dug beneath the earth, and had earth floors. We walked from boiler room to boiler room through these tunnels for some time. We finally found a wooden door. I thought I heard a sob. My friend didn't hear it, but we went in the room anyway. We found an old nuns room. There were dressers, and an old bed frame, and other old wooden furniture items, and a crucifix on the wall, and an old faded picture of Jesus. There were moldy nuns hobbits, and some faded letters in a desk. We both felt VERY wrong for being in that rooms. We didn't know why. That's when the flashlight my buddy carried started going dim. We both felt a sudden draft, a very cold cold draft, and the light died. We decided to leave. Very quickly. In fact at a run. Once out into the tunnels, the light worked again, normally, as if it had new batteries. We continued back to the CQ area. We both must have looked pretty white and shaken, cause our NCO flipped out, but stopped to ask us what the hell happened. Neither one of us could tell her. In fact we didn't even talk to each other about it for some time. When we finally did, it was in a respectful tone, and very brief.
This sounds too wierd to be true. All I can say, is that there are a number of other soldiers with stories eerily like ours, though no one ever mentioned a staircase to the bowels of the building, or an old nuns isolated lonely room beneath the ground.
One night on guard duty, my buddy and I were finishing up a pizza we ordered, when we heard voices down the hall. Vandalism had been reported here before so we grabbed our arms(baseball bats),told our NCO in charge we were heading out, and proceeded in the direction of the disturbance. We followed down the hall by flashlight, and prepared to whomp some hippy ass. When we got to the point that we heard the voices, there was nothing. We continued down the hall and started a search of adjoining rooms. Still nothing. That's when we heard muffled laughter a bit farther down the hall. This building just kind of keeps going, it's very big, so we called back on the radio to our NOC, that we needed some more time. She was pretty scared so she told us to hurry back when we figured it out.
After a lot of looking my buddy and I were searched out. We had found a lot of wierd stuff, and were sick of looking. That's when we heard laughing behind on of the walls. There shouldn't have been anything behind that wall. Out of sheer frustration my buddy hit the wall with his baseball bat and yealled "Shut the F$&* up!" When the dust settled we found that the wall was hollow, and that there was a staircase below where he had hit it, behind the wall. We made a command decision to open the wall up enough to fit through. We climbed through and went down the OLD stairs. It lead into a basement area that lead through a bunch of rooms with old antiques stored in them. We finally found another dirt staircase leading to a bunch of interconnecting boiler rooms. The tunnels were dug beneath the earth, and had earth floors. We walked from boiler room to boiler room through these tunnels for some time. We finally found a wooden door. I thought I heard a sob. My friend didn't hear it, but we went in the room anyway. We found an old nuns room. There were dressers, and an old bed frame, and other old wooden furniture items, and a crucifix on the wall, and an old faded picture of Jesus. There were moldy nuns hobbits, and some faded letters in a desk. We both felt VERY wrong for being in that rooms. We didn't know why. That's when the flashlight my buddy carried started going dim. We both felt a sudden draft, a very cold cold draft, and the light died. We decided to leave. Very quickly. In fact at a run. Once out into the tunnels, the light worked again, normally, as if it had new batteries. We continued back to the CQ area. We both must have looked pretty white and shaken, cause our NCO flipped out, but stopped to ask us what the hell happened. Neither one of us could tell her. In fact we didn't even talk to each other about it for some time. When we finally did, it was in a respectful tone, and very brief.
This sounds too wierd to be true. All I can say, is that there are a number of other soldiers with stories eerily like ours, though no one ever mentioned a staircase to the bowels of the building, or an old nuns isolated lonely room beneath the ground.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Gunney_1
()
Date: January 16, 2014 08:07AM
This is one of those urban legends passed down from soldier to soldier for years.
A soldier falls asleep standing in the guardhouse of his post one night. He was new to this detail and the long hours had been taking their toll. As the required knowledge of this detail swirled through his head, he began to dream. Thoughts of a rice paddy in Vietnam with the UH-1's inbound, suddenly the skeleton of US GI appeared in front of him and fired an M16 in his direction. He swears that he could actually hear and feel the bullets hitting his body. He saw the nametag and it was the name of one of the persons from this detail who had volunteered to go to Vietnam and died. At this point, our sleepy soldier awakens with a jolt, just in time to see the outline of this soldier walking across the detail area, M14 in hand. The outline turned to him and in a soft voice said "Stay alert son" then disappeared.
Like I said, passed down from soldier to soldier.
A soldier falls asleep standing in the guardhouse of his post one night. He was new to this detail and the long hours had been taking their toll. As the required knowledge of this detail swirled through his head, he began to dream. Thoughts of a rice paddy in Vietnam with the UH-1's inbound, suddenly the skeleton of US GI appeared in front of him and fired an M16 in his direction. He swears that he could actually hear and feel the bullets hitting his body. He saw the nametag and it was the name of one of the persons from this detail who had volunteered to go to Vietnam and died. At this point, our sleepy soldier awakens with a jolt, just in time to see the outline of this soldier walking across the detail area, M14 in hand. The outline turned to him and in a soft voice said "Stay alert son" then disappeared.
Like I said, passed down from soldier to soldier.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Round Tree Park ghost???
()
Date: January 16, 2014 08:25AM
Round Tree Park is located in Annandale, Virginia and is well-known by the residents of the city. However, come nightfall this park turns into a totally different place. Many people who find themselves at Round Tree Park are witnesses to the apparition of a lady with her baby. Many have reported this ghost to torment those who dare to even glance at her. Legend has it that she only appears in the park at night when it’s foggy out.
Has anybody seen this ghost?
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Has anybody seen this ghost?
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
LoLo
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Date: January 16, 2014 09:10AM
Round Tree Park ghost??? Wrote:
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> Round Tree Park is located in Annandale, Virginia
> and is well-known by the residents of the city.
> However, come nightfall this park turns into a
> totally different place. Many people who find
> themselves at Round Tree Park are witnesses to the
> apparition of a lady with her baby. Many have
> reported this ghost to torment those who dare to
> even glance at her. Legend has it that she only
> appears in the park at night when it’s foggy
> out.
>
> Has anybody seen this ghost?
I thought I saw a ghost there one night . . turned out to be MS13
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> Round Tree Park is located in Annandale, Virginia
> and is well-known by the residents of the city.
> However, come nightfall this park turns into a
> totally different place. Many people who find
> themselves at Round Tree Park are witnesses to the
> apparition of a lady with her baby. Many have
> reported this ghost to torment those who dare to
> even glance at her. Legend has it that she only
> appears in the park at night when it’s foggy
> out.
>
> Has anybody seen this ghost?
I thought I saw a ghost there one night . . turned out to be MS13
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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NorCal
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Date: January 16, 2014 09:27AM
Seems to be alot of .mil legends/ghost stories. I'll add one.
In the early 90's I was staioned at Zweibrucken AB in Germany. It was located smack-dab on a hilltop that was part of the WWII German Zeigfreid Line. There were bunkers and old gun positions everywhere in the town and both on and off base.
The legend was when the US secured the area after the war a group of local farmers had become tired of a particulalrly nasty local nazi officer who was trying to blend in the small community to avoid detection. The legend goes on to say that the farmers had been subject to his tyranny for years prior to the end of the war. After a week or so of begging them to shelter him, a group of the farmers finally took him to a glen and hung him. The portly officer begged for his life but refused to take responsibility for his actions.
Our munitions storage bunker area was built on this glen years later. The NCOs told us youngsters the place was home to the officer, who still wandered through the glen (MSA) looking for a place to hide. His nickname was "Old red eyes" and you could see his shadow on top of the bunkers on quiet nights. Some civilian old guys had sworn they had seen him peeking in the antiquated guard shack windows, his evil eyes glowing red.
I had worked the MSA for the first time on the night shift and the place was pretty creepy even all lit. It was on the far end of the base and was a 5 min CUC-V ride just to get there. You could hear a mouse fart out there at night. We had to do hourly physical checks of the bunkers. The area itself was about 4 acres or more. I was pretty creeped out so I would do mine locked and loaded with my 16 unslung and ready. As I was rounding the corner of a bunker, the perimeter lights all went off. I froze in place and then the CONX and bunker lights all went off around me. All I could see were two glowing red dots about 70 yards in front of me by the fenceline. I went numb but regained my wits just before the asshole Sgt and my LT flipped the lights back on. The "eyes" were a junction box with two red lights for the emergency power supply.
@$$holes. Luckily they were watching through NVGs BEHIND me. The next 10 times we did this to the noobs, we made sure their weapons were secured in the gatehouse. Funny as shit, though.
I have heard locals say the story itself is true(minus the red-eyes part) , but I still call BS.
NorCal
In the early 90's I was staioned at Zweibrucken AB in Germany. It was located smack-dab on a hilltop that was part of the WWII German Zeigfreid Line. There were bunkers and old gun positions everywhere in the town and both on and off base.
The legend was when the US secured the area after the war a group of local farmers had become tired of a particulalrly nasty local nazi officer who was trying to blend in the small community to avoid detection. The legend goes on to say that the farmers had been subject to his tyranny for years prior to the end of the war. After a week or so of begging them to shelter him, a group of the farmers finally took him to a glen and hung him. The portly officer begged for his life but refused to take responsibility for his actions.
Our munitions storage bunker area was built on this glen years later. The NCOs told us youngsters the place was home to the officer, who still wandered through the glen (MSA) looking for a place to hide. His nickname was "Old red eyes" and you could see his shadow on top of the bunkers on quiet nights. Some civilian old guys had sworn they had seen him peeking in the antiquated guard shack windows, his evil eyes glowing red.
I had worked the MSA for the first time on the night shift and the place was pretty creepy even all lit. It was on the far end of the base and was a 5 min CUC-V ride just to get there. You could hear a mouse fart out there at night. We had to do hourly physical checks of the bunkers. The area itself was about 4 acres or more. I was pretty creeped out so I would do mine locked and loaded with my 16 unslung and ready. As I was rounding the corner of a bunker, the perimeter lights all went off. I froze in place and then the CONX and bunker lights all went off around me. All I could see were two glowing red dots about 70 yards in front of me by the fenceline. I went numb but regained my wits just before the asshole Sgt and my LT flipped the lights back on. The "eyes" were a junction box with two red lights for the emergency power supply.
@$$holes. Luckily they were watching through NVGs BEHIND me. The next 10 times we did this to the noobs, we made sure their weapons were secured in the gatehouse. Funny as shit, though.
I have heard locals say the story itself is true(minus the red-eyes part) , but I still call BS.
NorCal
The Truth About Bunnyman Bridge
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Date: January 16, 2014 09:50AM
The Truth About Bunnyman Bridge
http://virginiaghosts.com/bunnyman.php
VGHRS member Iszy Iszard appeared on the Travel Channel's THe Most Cursed Places that featured Bunnyman Bridge as number 3. At the time the clip was filmed back in January of 2001 the VGHRS had not researched the area other than the legends that abounded about the location. Since that broadcast we have found new information that clears up the Bunnyman case. Please read below.
The Bunny Man Unmasked:
The Real Life Origins of an Urban Legend
ByBrian A. Conley, Historian-Archivist
Fairfax County Public Library
Introduction
There is a story that a man dressed as a bunny haunts the residential neighborhoods around our nation's capital. Silly as this may sound at first, the Bunny Man has been a fixture of local legend for at least 30 years. By 1973 the so-called "Bunny Man" had been reported in Maryland, and the District of Columbia. His infrequent and widespread appearances tended to occur in secluded locations and usually tell of a figure clad in a white bunny suit armed with an ax threatening children or vandalizing property. By the 1980s the Bunny Man had become an even more sinister figure with several gruesome murders to his credit. Although he has been reported as far south as Culpepper, Virginia. his main haunt has been the area surrounding a railroad overpass near Fairfax Station, Virginia frequented by party goers, the now infamous "Bunny Man Bridge."
The Legend
For more than 25 years stories of the Bunny Man have been kept alive primarily amongst our teenage population. Over the years the story has evolved into a ghost story suitable for parties, camp outs, and any occasion that such tales are exchanged. It was at one such gathering in 1976 that the author first heard it told. The Bunny Man was said to be responsible for the deaths of two disobedient children in the Clifton area. Others were rumored to have disappeared, and there was talk of animals found horribly mutilated. I never saw the Bunny Man myself, but then I never strayed into the woods at night, especially not near the Bridge...
Most childhood ghost stories are forgotten as one gets older. However, the Bunny Man followed me. After graduating from college, I accepted a position with the Fairfax County Public Library, eventually becoming an Information Specialist in the Virginia Room. One day around 1992 a very well-spoken young lady came into the Virginia Room with a question. She wanted to know how she could find information on a murder that was supposed to have taken place near her home. As I interviewed the patron to ascertain what hard facts she had to go on, some vague memory nagged at me. Two children were allegedly murdered by a local hermit for trespassing, and their bodies left hanging from a covered bridge. She had no names and only a vague idea of a time frame. The whole story seemed a little fantastic, but the thing that really bothered her was the guy was supposed to be an escaped inmate dressed in a bunny suit. At this point, even though the story had evolved a bit, I recognized the tale from my own youth. We were unable to confirm any of the elements of the story as she or I had first heard it, and I put it down in my mind as a story fabricated to scare children.
I likely would have forgotten about the Bunny Man again if the questions didn't begin coming on a regular basis. The Bunny Man has actually begun appearing in print in recent years, having been mentioned in several high school newspapers,1 and more recently, on the Internet. The various Internet versions have carried the story to new heights. The most widely circulated written version entitled The Clifton Bunny Man and signed by Timothy C. Forbes, Virginia, was posted on a Web site called Castle of Spirits around 1999.2 This version of the tale is actually quite notable because of the number of specific facts given. Forbes claims that in 1904 inmates from an insane asylum escaped while being transferred to Lorton Prison. One of these escapees, Douglas J. Grifon, murdered fellow escapee Marcus Wallster and eventually became the Bunny Man. Not only is the location identified, but also the names of several victims and the dates of their murders. The story ends with a challenge for the reader to check with the Clifton Town Library for verification of the facts.
Little effort was required to show that all of the specifics given in the Forbes version are false. First, there has never been an asylum for the insane in Fairfax County. Second, Lorton Prison didn't come into existence until 1910, and even then it was an arm of the District of Columbia Corrections system, not Virginia's. Third, neither Grifon nor Wallster appear in the court records of Fairfax County. Lastly, there is not and never has been a Clifton Town Library.
The story also received wide recognition after being featured on national television. The program called Scariest Places on Earth, broadcast on the Fox Family Channel, included a segment entitled "Terror on Bunnyman's Bridge" in the 2001 broadcast season.3
Even though these fictional tales of spectacular crimes are easy to dismiss as fiction, the question of the story's origin is not. Was the Bunny Man real? At first I was content to dismiss the Bunny Man as completely fictitious, however I have learned that many legends do have some basis in factual events. At the urging of a fellow employee I finally began a more serious search for the Bunny Man. I began with a few basic assumptions. First, although the tale is told in jurisdictions all around the Washington, D. C. area, the bulk of them take place in Fairfax County. Second, any event that gains as much notoriety as this one must have been originally reported to the public. Third, the original event was probably criminal in nature.
Was the Bunny Man a murderer?
The aspect of the story which gets the most attention are the alleged murders. Researching historical crimes can be very difficult unless you have some basic facts to begin with. Since police records are not available for casual review and court records are indexed by the names of those involved, not by location or type of crime, I had to begin by checking the local newspapers. The tool that has proved the most valuable was the Fairfax County Public Library Historical Newspaper Index. 4 Virginia Room volunteers Malcolm Richardson and Barbara Welch worked for 10 years to compile a complete index to local Fairfax County newspapers. The careful work of these two, combined with the searching capabilities of a computer database, allowed us to extract every murder and killing reported by the local press from 1872 through 1973. Even though Fairfax County was a rural farming community until well into the 20th century there were over 550 individual mentions of killings in the study period. Eliminating "run of the mill" domestic murders and concentrating on multiple murders and those involving children (both of which were mercifully rare) served to pare down a list of more than 500 possible events to the following three:
1) Frances and June Holober: February 1949
It would be hard to imagine a more disturbing event for a growing community like Fairfax than the gruesome murders of 37-year-old Frances Holober and her eight-month-old daughter, June. On Thursday February 24, 1949 Mrs. Holober and her daughter drove to Fairfax County in the company of her estranged husband Charles. All were residents of the District of Columbia. Charles Holober later told police that they had come to see the new lodge at a nudist colony to which Mr. Holober belonged.
Upon leaving the lodge the car became mired in some mud. The couple quarreled and Mrs. Holober took the child and walked away from her husband and never returned. Charles Holober spent the night in the car and got a ride back to Washington the next day. He returned with his brother-in-law and a friend to retrieve the car. Still finding no evidence of his family, the police were finally notified.5 An intensive search of the area was organized involving Fairfax County Police, Washington Detectives, and Boy Scouts.
About 5:00 p.m., just as the searchers were about to give up for the night, one of the detectives noted that the ground on which they were standing was very soft. Both mother and daughter were found in a shallow grave next to the lodge and less than 200 yards from where Charles Holober's car had been stuck. Frances Holober had been beaten and then shot once in the head and once in the heart. The baby girl had been buried alive.6
The local community was shocked and horrified by the cold brutal character of the crime, especially when the investigation identified Charles Holober as the prime suspect. Holober later confessed to investigators that he had planned the murder for three weeks and had not intended to report the disappearance of his wife, but changed his plan when the car got caught in the mud.7 The case came to trial on January 16, 1950. After hearing four days of testimony the jury returned a verdict of guilty, and Holober was sentenced to die in the electric chair.8 Holober's attorney, T. Brooke Howard, filed an appeal alleging that the jury failed to give proper consideration to the plea of insanity, and that the Court made errors in its instruction to the jury.9
The Virginia Supreme Court of Appeals eventually overturned the conviction and ordered a new trial. Charles Francis Holober was re-committed to the Western State Mental Hospital at Marion, Virginia, where he was judged to be insane.10 It is interesting to note that this was the first time since the Ridgeway Murder Trial of 1927 in which a Fairfax County jury invoked the death penalty.11
2) Minnie, Loretta and Catherine Ridgeway: March 1927
The available newspapers record many murders, but few shocked Fairfax like the ferocious and senseless attack on Mrs. Minnie Ridgeway and her two young daughters. Mrs. Ridgeway lived with her husband and three children on Telegraph Road in Alexandria. Sometime on the morning of March 4, 1927, a man later identified as Louis Boersig called at the home on the pretext of seeing Mr. Ridgeway. Upon finding that he was not at home, Boersig attacked and beat Minnie Ridgeway into unconsciousness and then likewise bludgeoned her daughters Loretta, 7, and Catherine, 5. He then stole money from the home and fled.
The crime was discovered by a neighbor who heard moans coming from inside the house. All three victims were taken to Alexandria Hospital, where Loretta later died. Catherine Ridgeway lived another eight days before succumbing to her injuries. Minnie recovered and was able to identify the assailant, who was known to the Ridgeways. Boersig was arrested at his home and transferred to the jail in Winchester for his safety.12
Louis Boersig was executed for the murders of Loretta and Catherine Ridgeway on July 7, 1927, just three months after his horrific crime.13
3) Eva Roy: August 1918
Peter Roy was a Danish immigrant who had come to Fairfax from Minnesota in 1912. In November of that year he purchased two parcels of land near the current intersection of Old Keene Mill Road and Sydenstricker Road, totaling 180 acres.14 Roy, a widower, became a prosperous farmer and an active member of the Lee Chapel Methodist Church. With him resided his eldest daughter Caroline, her husband William K. Jerman, and his younger daughter Eva.
On the morning of Aug. 4, 1918, Eva Roy, age 14, left her home near Burke, at around 9:00 a.m. to tend her father's small herd of cows. When Eva failed to return home that evening her father began a search. Neighbors were soon enlisted to help, but it was some 24 hours later that her body was found tied to a tree in the woods near the old Hanse House, her apron strings tight about her throat. The county coroner, Dr. W. I. Robey, concluded that the girl had been "Brutally assaulted" before being strangled to death.15 A Coroner's Jury was appointed, and quickly concluded: "We, the jury, find that Eva Roy came to her death at the hands of some unknown person, and the indications point to Lu Hall, as the probable perpetrator of the crime."16 Hall, a 33-year-old woodcutter, lived about 1/2 mile from the scene of the crime and was seen in the woods near the time of the girl's disappearance.
The case was not to be easily solved, however, as other suspects were soon identified and eventually eliminated.
The first, William Wooster, age 16, was soon arrested for assaulting a "colored girl." He had recently been released from an insane asylum, but was found that he was nowhere near the scene of Eva's murder.17
The next suspect to emerge was a soldier who deserted from Camp A. A. Humphries (now Fort Belvoir). The soldier, a sergeant whom the papers fail to name, was located some days later near Charlottesville, Virginia. He had scratches on his face and hands, was wearing freshly laundered clothes, and claimed to have no memory of the events between his leaving Camp Humphries and his capture. Sheriff Allison traveled to Charlottesville to interview the man, but after some weeks of investigation determined that he was not connected with the crime.18
The lagging investigation seemed to finally receive a break with the apprehension of Ben Ruben, an escaped inmate from Lorton Prison. Ruben, who had been serving a three-year sentence for housebreaking,19 was arrested by Washington, D. C. police on September 19 for assaulting a little girl. While on the way to the police station he confessed to Eva's murder. Ruben claimed "he met Eva Roy, looking after her father's cows. He asked her for food and in a conversation with her he told her he was an ex-convict. She declared she would 'turn him up' as he declared, and he became excited and choked her."20 The Washington authorities were unconvinced by Ruben's story and wanted to try him for assault and theft before turning him over to the Virginia courts. An investigator sent by the Commonwealth of Virginia to interview Ruben concluded that he was not responsible for the crime, but extradition papers were filed anyway.21 On September 26 Ruben was escorted to the scene of the crime by Sheriff Allison, Commonwealth Attorney C. Vernon Ford, Assistant Commonwealth Attorney Wilson M. Farr, Dr. Swetnam, and acting counsel for the defense F. D. Richardson.22 After being unable to locate the scene of the attack or the tree where the body was left, Ruben denied killing Eva. He claimed the presence of the girl's father spurred him to recant his confession. Ruben's motive for confessing was revealed some weeks later when on October 6 he escaped from the jail in Fairfax. He was arrested two days later while attempting to buy a pistol and admitted that he concocted his story in order to be transferred to Fairfax, where he thought escape would be easier.23 He was eventually convicted of burglary and escape from jail and was sentenced to four more years in prison.24
Lou Hall was finally tried for the murder in Fairfax County Court. The prosecution was handled by State's Attorney C. Vernon Ford, assisted by Wilson M. Farr. The defense was provided by Walter T. Oliver. His first trial resulted in a hung jury with nine votes for guilty, three for innocent.25 His second trial resulted in a clear verdict of "Not Guilty."26
Peter Roy died on January 22, 1938, and was interred in Lee Chapel Cemetery next to his youngest daughter.27 Her murderer was never found.
After scrutinizing the three preceding events I concluded that none are likely candidates for the Bunny Man. Charles Holober was caught and incarcerated. Louis Boersig was caught and summarily executed, and the murder of Eva Roy, even though it has many of the elements that a legend could build upon, is simply too old. This last assertion is based upon one other important factor that has emerged through my research. The Bunny Man, like any good legend, has evolved over time. The recent rash of persons researching the origins of this story have been largely attracted by the spectacular nature of the alleged crime. The previously cited Forbes version of the story features 32 victims and has a pronounced supernatural element. This contrasts sharply with versions of the tale I collected from the 1980s which generally involved only one to three victims, usually children. More importantly, the earliest versions (dating to the 1970s) did not mention any deaths at all. These earliest versions recount acts of vandalism (usually against secluded residential construction sites) or couples parked at secluded "Lovers Lane", type locations being accosted/threatened by a strange individual dressed in a white Bunny costume. More research was clearly needed.
Fact vs. Folklore
After nearly eight years of research I finally got a solid lead. The November 11, 2000 Washington Post28 ran an article highlighting an interesting collection called the Maryland Folklore Archive. From the 1950s through c. 1990, students at three Maryland universities collected, researched, and transcribed numerous local legends. This material has finally come to rest in the holdings of the University of Maryland. In 1973, University of Maryland student Patricia Johnson submitted a paper titled "The Bunny Man."29 This paper was compiled as part of the course work for a class entitled Introduction to Folklore (English 460). She interviewed 33 students from Prince Georges County, Maryland ages 15 to 18.
Ms. Johnson relates that the tale met all of the qualifications of an Urban Belief Tale.30 Specifically, it (1) takes place in an urban setting, (2) existed prior to her project, and (3) had appeared in print as truth. She goes on to state "included in this collection is an article from the Washington Post which verifies the story as truth."31 This was an important claim as I had found no primary sources to date. I was extremely frustrated to find that the page containing the referenced article was missing from the original paper. With any hope of a quick resolution gone, I turned to examining the paper itself. Johnson's informants told 54 variations of the story. A rough tally revealed the following:
a. Fourteen different geographic locations are mentioned
b. Eighteen involve the Bunny Man chasing or frightening people, usually children, with a hatchet or ax
c. Fourteen tell of attacks on cars
d. Nine claim he attacked a couple parked in a car
e. Five accuse him of vandalism on homes or buildings
f. Only three mentioned a murder
Based on the widespread geographic locations and the significant variation represented in the tales Johnson concluded that the Bunny Man was an Urban Belief Tale . In short, the Bunny Man did not exist.
The Breakthrough
After re-reading Johnson's paper several times I finally noted that she heard the tale for the first time around Halloween 1970. Having no better leads I began a systematic search of the Washington Post for October of that year in hopes of finding the previously cited news article. I was elated (and not a little surprised) to find the following:
Man in Bunny Suit Sought in Fairfax
Fairfax County police said yesterday they are looking for a man who likes to wear "white bunny rabbit costume" and throw hatchets through car windows. Honest.
Air Force Academy Cadet Robert Bennett told police that shortly after midnight last Sunday he and his fiancee were sitting in a car in the 5400 block of Guinea Road when a man "dressed in a white suit with long bunny ears" ran from the nearby bushes and shouted: "You're on private property and I have your tag number."
The "Rabbit" threw a wooden-handled hatchet through the right front car window, the first-year cadet told police. As soon as he threw the hatchet, the "rabbit" skipped off into the night, police said. Bennett and his fiancee were not injured.
Police say they have the hatchet, but no other clues in the case. They say Bennett was visiting an uncle, who lives across the street from the spot where the car was parked. The cadet was in the area to attend last weekend's Air Force-Navy football game.
When I began this project the aspect that puzzled me most was the bunny suit. I expected to find that the legend was spawned by an event that was strange or in some way notable, but I never suspected the Bunny Man really was a "Bunny Man." I was even further surprised to find a second appearance recorded two weeks later:
The "Rabbit" Reappears
A man wearing a furry rabbit suit with two long ears appeared — again — on Guinea Road in Fairfax County Thursday night, police reported, this time wielding an ax and chopping away at a roof support on a new house.
Less than two weeks ago a man wearing what was described as a rabbit suit accused two persons in a parked car of trespassing and heaved a hatchet through a closed window of the car at 5400 Guinea Rd. They were not hurt.
Thursday night's rabbit, wearing a suit described as gray, black and white, was spotted a block away at 5307 Guinea Rd.
Paul Phillips, a private security guard for a construction company, said he saw the "rabbit" standing on the front porch of a new, but unoccupied house.
"I started talking to him," Phillips said, "and that's when he started chopping.""All you people trespass around here," Phillips said the "Rabbit" told him as he whacked eight gashes in the pole. "If you don't get out of here, I'm going to bust you on the head."
Phillips said he walked back to his car to get to get his handgun, but the "Rabbit", carrying the long-handled ax, ran off into the woods.
The security guard said the man was about 5-feet-8, 160 pounds and appeared to be in his early 20s.
Two documented appearances by a bunny-suited figure in the same Fairfax County community. Was this the Bunny Man or just copy-cats acting out stories they had heard from somewhere else? I again turned to Johnson's paper for clues. As mentioned earlier 14 of her tales mention a couple in a parked car being attacked, but nine of these specifically mention a hatchet being thrown into the car. Of the five mentioning vandalism, two describe "columns" being chopped. The story told by 17-year-old G. Taylor was particularly revealing. She related:
"I think it was last year or maybe before that. I came home from school. I was listening to the news. I had just gotten in and I heard there was a man and a woman sitting in a car. It could have been teenagers, but they were just parked and all. And all of a sudden, they looked up and there was this bunny. You know, this giant bunny just ran out of the woods, you know, from behind the trees and all. And he ran in front of the car. And he had a hatchet, and he threw it through the car and just turned around and went back away. They were just shocked. They just sat there and watched. Then an old man came out of the house and warned them to get off of his property. You know, they tried to explain and everything but he just wouldn't listen. And then, they took it to the police afterwards. And the police, you know, went back and all and asked him if he had seen anything. And nobody had seen it. Until a couple of days later, then a lot of people were saying that they had seen the bunny man. And then, after that, the police tried to investigate, but they couldn't get anything. And then they found these places that sell costumes and all. And they found that it hadn't been but three people that had .. Uhm .. Bought costumes. Then they, you know, long put theirs away and brought them back and all. And it wasn't them. And nobody every found out about the bunny man. It just went on for a couple of weeks and then it died out."35
Miss Taylor's recollections are important for a number of reasons. First, she identifies the television news as her source of information. Second, she accurately relates the hatchet thrown into the occupied car, the teenage couple, the accusation of trespassing, and police involvement. Third, she states that it went on for "a couple of weeks" then stopped. Lastly, she identifies the time frame to within six months. The October 22 news story is clearly the origin of the tale she told. Moreover, although the story had mutated noticeably in 22 years, many of Johnson's 53 other versions also contain recognizable elements of the October 1970 incidents. Newspapers accounts and oral reports can be revealing, but neither can be trusted to be completely accurate. It was time to look for more trustworthy records.
Official Reports
The Fairfax County Police Department has no official record of the October 18 assault on Robert Bennett and his fiancé, but they do have an Investigation Report relating to the October 29 vandalism incident. Although FCPD is not required to release any information relating to misdemeanor offenses, they kindly supplied a redacted36 copy of the report for this project.
The investigation report confirms the basics of the event as told in the October 31 Washington Post article. At 10:30 p.m. on October 29, 1970 six officers responded to 5307 Guinea Road for "a subject dressed as a Rabbit with an Ax."37 The officers found no rabbit and the case was turned over to Investigator W. L. Johnson of the Criminal Investigation Bureau.
Johnson began with a visit to the construction offices of the Kings Park West Subdivision on October 31. He found no rabbit, but did receive a call shortly after his visit from someone who worked at Kings Park West.38 The caller claimed to have just received a telephone call from someone identifying himself as "the Axe Man." The Axe Man allegedly said "Mr. _____, you have been messing up my property, by dumping tree stumps, limbs and brush, and other things on the property." The Axe Man further stated that "you can make everything right, by meeting me tonight and talking about the situation." The representative from Kings Park West stated that the caller sounded to be a white male in his late teens or early 20s. The police set up a stake out, but the "Axe Man" never materialized.
On November 4, Investigator Johnson received a call from a resident of the area who informed him that her son claimed to know the identity of the "Bunny Man." She stated that some of the neighborhood children "who have seen or been with the Bunny Man" described him as an older teenager. Johnson interviewed the son (age 8) and eventually learned that he had not actually met the Bunny Man but "had only heard of the Bunny Man at school, from the rest of the children talking about him."39 Interviews with other neighborhood children had similar results.
On March 14, 1971 Johnson wrote the following summary:
"After a very extensive investigation into this and all other cases of this same nature,40 it is still unsubstantiated as to whether or not there really is a white rabbit.
The only people who have seen this so-called white rabbit have been children of rather young ages, and the complainant in this case.
Upon interviewing every one in this case that may have had any knowledge of any incidents concerning a white rabbit, that has been no significant information uncovered that would lead to the identity of the person or persons that were posing as a white rabbit.
This case will be marked as inactive."41
His Identity?
Who was the Bunny Man, and what was he trying to accomplish? Sadly, we will likely never know his identity. Likewise his true motivations are known only to himself, but there are a few clues contained in the foregoing sources. On October 18 the Bunny Man accused Robert Bennett of trespassing.42 On October 29 the Bunny Man told security guard Paul Phillips that "You all trespass around here."43, and on November 4, the self-styled "Axe Man" accused the unnamed representative of Kings Park West Subdivision of dumping debris on his property.44 If we assume that all three incidents involved the same individual, then it appears that this young man was disturbed by the development of the area. Said development was extensive in 1970, too. Until the second World War Fairfax County was a rural farming community. The build-up of Federal employment in the region fueled intensive residential development in the closer suburbs of Arlington and Fairfax Counties. The 1950s saw tract housing being built in Springfield, McLean, Annandale, and Fairfax. The somewhat modest developments of the early 1960s eventually gave rise to near town-size projects like Reston and Burke Centre.
Kings Park West is a subdivision of over 1500 homes, and was one of several such developments either built or under consideration for the Burke area at the time of the incidents. James W. Robinson Secondary45School opened the next year with nearly 3,900 students. While Fairfax County began to look seriously at land use planning issues in the 1950s, the first countywide Comprehensive Land Use Plan was not adopted until 1975. Many people living in Fairfax County in the 1960s and '70s were disturbed to see pastures and woods giving way to roads, subdivisions, and shopping centers. Being forced to watch helplessly while the face of your community changes around you can elicit strange behavior in some people.
And what was the significance of the bunny costume? I am not prepared to even hazard a guess.
Conclusion
Who the Bunny Man was and what motivated him to act in such a bizarre manner is still a mystery, however, the available evidence points to the October 1970 events as the genesis of the Bunny Man legend. Many of the tales collected by Patricia Johnson in 1973 clearly derive from the events as reported in the newspaper and the television news of that period. The official police report makes no mention of any pre-existing stories that this individual could have been copying. Furthermore, William L. Johnson specifically stated to the author that he found no indications of any earlier stories or criminal incidents involving an individual dressed as a rabbit.46
It is also plainly evident that the story began to take on the features of an urban legend quite soon after the events were reported. Investigator Johnson was following leads generated by school-yard rumors less than two weeks after the first appearance of the Bunny Man, and by the time Patricia Johnson began her work two-and-a-half years later, the story had mutated in location, frequency, and severity.
And there you have one interpretation of the story.
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VGHRS member Iszy Iszard appeared on the Travel Channel's THe Most Cursed Places that featured Bunnyman Bridge as number 3. At the time the clip was filmed back in January of 2001 the VGHRS had not researched the area other than the legends that abounded about the location. Since that broadcast we have found new information that clears up the Bunnyman case. Please read below.
The Bunny Man Unmasked:
The Real Life Origins of an Urban Legend
ByBrian A. Conley, Historian-Archivist
Fairfax County Public Library
Introduction
There is a story that a man dressed as a bunny haunts the residential neighborhoods around our nation's capital. Silly as this may sound at first, the Bunny Man has been a fixture of local legend for at least 30 years. By 1973 the so-called "Bunny Man" had been reported in Maryland, and the District of Columbia. His infrequent and widespread appearances tended to occur in secluded locations and usually tell of a figure clad in a white bunny suit armed with an ax threatening children or vandalizing property. By the 1980s the Bunny Man had become an even more sinister figure with several gruesome murders to his credit. Although he has been reported as far south as Culpepper, Virginia. his main haunt has been the area surrounding a railroad overpass near Fairfax Station, Virginia frequented by party goers, the now infamous "Bunny Man Bridge."
The Legend
For more than 25 years stories of the Bunny Man have been kept alive primarily amongst our teenage population. Over the years the story has evolved into a ghost story suitable for parties, camp outs, and any occasion that such tales are exchanged. It was at one such gathering in 1976 that the author first heard it told. The Bunny Man was said to be responsible for the deaths of two disobedient children in the Clifton area. Others were rumored to have disappeared, and there was talk of animals found horribly mutilated. I never saw the Bunny Man myself, but then I never strayed into the woods at night, especially not near the Bridge...
Most childhood ghost stories are forgotten as one gets older. However, the Bunny Man followed me. After graduating from college, I accepted a position with the Fairfax County Public Library, eventually becoming an Information Specialist in the Virginia Room. One day around 1992 a very well-spoken young lady came into the Virginia Room with a question. She wanted to know how she could find information on a murder that was supposed to have taken place near her home. As I interviewed the patron to ascertain what hard facts she had to go on, some vague memory nagged at me. Two children were allegedly murdered by a local hermit for trespassing, and their bodies left hanging from a covered bridge. She had no names and only a vague idea of a time frame. The whole story seemed a little fantastic, but the thing that really bothered her was the guy was supposed to be an escaped inmate dressed in a bunny suit. At this point, even though the story had evolved a bit, I recognized the tale from my own youth. We were unable to confirm any of the elements of the story as she or I had first heard it, and I put it down in my mind as a story fabricated to scare children.
I likely would have forgotten about the Bunny Man again if the questions didn't begin coming on a regular basis. The Bunny Man has actually begun appearing in print in recent years, having been mentioned in several high school newspapers,1 and more recently, on the Internet. The various Internet versions have carried the story to new heights. The most widely circulated written version entitled The Clifton Bunny Man and signed by Timothy C. Forbes, Virginia, was posted on a Web site called Castle of Spirits around 1999.2 This version of the tale is actually quite notable because of the number of specific facts given. Forbes claims that in 1904 inmates from an insane asylum escaped while being transferred to Lorton Prison. One of these escapees, Douglas J. Grifon, murdered fellow escapee Marcus Wallster and eventually became the Bunny Man. Not only is the location identified, but also the names of several victims and the dates of their murders. The story ends with a challenge for the reader to check with the Clifton Town Library for verification of the facts.
Little effort was required to show that all of the specifics given in the Forbes version are false. First, there has never been an asylum for the insane in Fairfax County. Second, Lorton Prison didn't come into existence until 1910, and even then it was an arm of the District of Columbia Corrections system, not Virginia's. Third, neither Grifon nor Wallster appear in the court records of Fairfax County. Lastly, there is not and never has been a Clifton Town Library.
The story also received wide recognition after being featured on national television. The program called Scariest Places on Earth, broadcast on the Fox Family Channel, included a segment entitled "Terror on Bunnyman's Bridge" in the 2001 broadcast season.3
Even though these fictional tales of spectacular crimes are easy to dismiss as fiction, the question of the story's origin is not. Was the Bunny Man real? At first I was content to dismiss the Bunny Man as completely fictitious, however I have learned that many legends do have some basis in factual events. At the urging of a fellow employee I finally began a more serious search for the Bunny Man. I began with a few basic assumptions. First, although the tale is told in jurisdictions all around the Washington, D. C. area, the bulk of them take place in Fairfax County. Second, any event that gains as much notoriety as this one must have been originally reported to the public. Third, the original event was probably criminal in nature.
Was the Bunny Man a murderer?
The aspect of the story which gets the most attention are the alleged murders. Researching historical crimes can be very difficult unless you have some basic facts to begin with. Since police records are not available for casual review and court records are indexed by the names of those involved, not by location or type of crime, I had to begin by checking the local newspapers. The tool that has proved the most valuable was the Fairfax County Public Library Historical Newspaper Index. 4 Virginia Room volunteers Malcolm Richardson and Barbara Welch worked for 10 years to compile a complete index to local Fairfax County newspapers. The careful work of these two, combined with the searching capabilities of a computer database, allowed us to extract every murder and killing reported by the local press from 1872 through 1973. Even though Fairfax County was a rural farming community until well into the 20th century there were over 550 individual mentions of killings in the study period. Eliminating "run of the mill" domestic murders and concentrating on multiple murders and those involving children (both of which were mercifully rare) served to pare down a list of more than 500 possible events to the following three:
1) Frances and June Holober: February 1949
It would be hard to imagine a more disturbing event for a growing community like Fairfax than the gruesome murders of 37-year-old Frances Holober and her eight-month-old daughter, June. On Thursday February 24, 1949 Mrs. Holober and her daughter drove to Fairfax County in the company of her estranged husband Charles. All were residents of the District of Columbia. Charles Holober later told police that they had come to see the new lodge at a nudist colony to which Mr. Holober belonged.
Upon leaving the lodge the car became mired in some mud. The couple quarreled and Mrs. Holober took the child and walked away from her husband and never returned. Charles Holober spent the night in the car and got a ride back to Washington the next day. He returned with his brother-in-law and a friend to retrieve the car. Still finding no evidence of his family, the police were finally notified.5 An intensive search of the area was organized involving Fairfax County Police, Washington Detectives, and Boy Scouts.
About 5:00 p.m., just as the searchers were about to give up for the night, one of the detectives noted that the ground on which they were standing was very soft. Both mother and daughter were found in a shallow grave next to the lodge and less than 200 yards from where Charles Holober's car had been stuck. Frances Holober had been beaten and then shot once in the head and once in the heart. The baby girl had been buried alive.6
The local community was shocked and horrified by the cold brutal character of the crime, especially when the investigation identified Charles Holober as the prime suspect. Holober later confessed to investigators that he had planned the murder for three weeks and had not intended to report the disappearance of his wife, but changed his plan when the car got caught in the mud.7 The case came to trial on January 16, 1950. After hearing four days of testimony the jury returned a verdict of guilty, and Holober was sentenced to die in the electric chair.8 Holober's attorney, T. Brooke Howard, filed an appeal alleging that the jury failed to give proper consideration to the plea of insanity, and that the Court made errors in its instruction to the jury.9
The Virginia Supreme Court of Appeals eventually overturned the conviction and ordered a new trial. Charles Francis Holober was re-committed to the Western State Mental Hospital at Marion, Virginia, where he was judged to be insane.10 It is interesting to note that this was the first time since the Ridgeway Murder Trial of 1927 in which a Fairfax County jury invoked the death penalty.11
2) Minnie, Loretta and Catherine Ridgeway: March 1927
The available newspapers record many murders, but few shocked Fairfax like the ferocious and senseless attack on Mrs. Minnie Ridgeway and her two young daughters. Mrs. Ridgeway lived with her husband and three children on Telegraph Road in Alexandria. Sometime on the morning of March 4, 1927, a man later identified as Louis Boersig called at the home on the pretext of seeing Mr. Ridgeway. Upon finding that he was not at home, Boersig attacked and beat Minnie Ridgeway into unconsciousness and then likewise bludgeoned her daughters Loretta, 7, and Catherine, 5. He then stole money from the home and fled.
The crime was discovered by a neighbor who heard moans coming from inside the house. All three victims were taken to Alexandria Hospital, where Loretta later died. Catherine Ridgeway lived another eight days before succumbing to her injuries. Minnie recovered and was able to identify the assailant, who was known to the Ridgeways. Boersig was arrested at his home and transferred to the jail in Winchester for his safety.12
Louis Boersig was executed for the murders of Loretta and Catherine Ridgeway on July 7, 1927, just three months after his horrific crime.13
3) Eva Roy: August 1918
Peter Roy was a Danish immigrant who had come to Fairfax from Minnesota in 1912. In November of that year he purchased two parcels of land near the current intersection of Old Keene Mill Road and Sydenstricker Road, totaling 180 acres.14 Roy, a widower, became a prosperous farmer and an active member of the Lee Chapel Methodist Church. With him resided his eldest daughter Caroline, her husband William K. Jerman, and his younger daughter Eva.
On the morning of Aug. 4, 1918, Eva Roy, age 14, left her home near Burke, at around 9:00 a.m. to tend her father's small herd of cows. When Eva failed to return home that evening her father began a search. Neighbors were soon enlisted to help, but it was some 24 hours later that her body was found tied to a tree in the woods near the old Hanse House, her apron strings tight about her throat. The county coroner, Dr. W. I. Robey, concluded that the girl had been "Brutally assaulted" before being strangled to death.15 A Coroner's Jury was appointed, and quickly concluded: "We, the jury, find that Eva Roy came to her death at the hands of some unknown person, and the indications point to Lu Hall, as the probable perpetrator of the crime."16 Hall, a 33-year-old woodcutter, lived about 1/2 mile from the scene of the crime and was seen in the woods near the time of the girl's disappearance.
The case was not to be easily solved, however, as other suspects were soon identified and eventually eliminated.
The first, William Wooster, age 16, was soon arrested for assaulting a "colored girl." He had recently been released from an insane asylum, but was found that he was nowhere near the scene of Eva's murder.17
The next suspect to emerge was a soldier who deserted from Camp A. A. Humphries (now Fort Belvoir). The soldier, a sergeant whom the papers fail to name, was located some days later near Charlottesville, Virginia. He had scratches on his face and hands, was wearing freshly laundered clothes, and claimed to have no memory of the events between his leaving Camp Humphries and his capture. Sheriff Allison traveled to Charlottesville to interview the man, but after some weeks of investigation determined that he was not connected with the crime.18
The lagging investigation seemed to finally receive a break with the apprehension of Ben Ruben, an escaped inmate from Lorton Prison. Ruben, who had been serving a three-year sentence for housebreaking,19 was arrested by Washington, D. C. police on September 19 for assaulting a little girl. While on the way to the police station he confessed to Eva's murder. Ruben claimed "he met Eva Roy, looking after her father's cows. He asked her for food and in a conversation with her he told her he was an ex-convict. She declared she would 'turn him up' as he declared, and he became excited and choked her."20 The Washington authorities were unconvinced by Ruben's story and wanted to try him for assault and theft before turning him over to the Virginia courts. An investigator sent by the Commonwealth of Virginia to interview Ruben concluded that he was not responsible for the crime, but extradition papers were filed anyway.21 On September 26 Ruben was escorted to the scene of the crime by Sheriff Allison, Commonwealth Attorney C. Vernon Ford, Assistant Commonwealth Attorney Wilson M. Farr, Dr. Swetnam, and acting counsel for the defense F. D. Richardson.22 After being unable to locate the scene of the attack or the tree where the body was left, Ruben denied killing Eva. He claimed the presence of the girl's father spurred him to recant his confession. Ruben's motive for confessing was revealed some weeks later when on October 6 he escaped from the jail in Fairfax. He was arrested two days later while attempting to buy a pistol and admitted that he concocted his story in order to be transferred to Fairfax, where he thought escape would be easier.23 He was eventually convicted of burglary and escape from jail and was sentenced to four more years in prison.24
Lou Hall was finally tried for the murder in Fairfax County Court. The prosecution was handled by State's Attorney C. Vernon Ford, assisted by Wilson M. Farr. The defense was provided by Walter T. Oliver. His first trial resulted in a hung jury with nine votes for guilty, three for innocent.25 His second trial resulted in a clear verdict of "Not Guilty."26
Peter Roy died on January 22, 1938, and was interred in Lee Chapel Cemetery next to his youngest daughter.27 Her murderer was never found.
After scrutinizing the three preceding events I concluded that none are likely candidates for the Bunny Man. Charles Holober was caught and incarcerated. Louis Boersig was caught and summarily executed, and the murder of Eva Roy, even though it has many of the elements that a legend could build upon, is simply too old. This last assertion is based upon one other important factor that has emerged through my research. The Bunny Man, like any good legend, has evolved over time. The recent rash of persons researching the origins of this story have been largely attracted by the spectacular nature of the alleged crime. The previously cited Forbes version of the story features 32 victims and has a pronounced supernatural element. This contrasts sharply with versions of the tale I collected from the 1980s which generally involved only one to three victims, usually children. More importantly, the earliest versions (dating to the 1970s) did not mention any deaths at all. These earliest versions recount acts of vandalism (usually against secluded residential construction sites) or couples parked at secluded "Lovers Lane", type locations being accosted/threatened by a strange individual dressed in a white Bunny costume. More research was clearly needed.
Fact vs. Folklore
After nearly eight years of research I finally got a solid lead. The November 11, 2000 Washington Post28 ran an article highlighting an interesting collection called the Maryland Folklore Archive. From the 1950s through c. 1990, students at three Maryland universities collected, researched, and transcribed numerous local legends. This material has finally come to rest in the holdings of the University of Maryland. In 1973, University of Maryland student Patricia Johnson submitted a paper titled "The Bunny Man."29 This paper was compiled as part of the course work for a class entitled Introduction to Folklore (English 460). She interviewed 33 students from Prince Georges County, Maryland ages 15 to 18.
Ms. Johnson relates that the tale met all of the qualifications of an Urban Belief Tale.30 Specifically, it (1) takes place in an urban setting, (2) existed prior to her project, and (3) had appeared in print as truth. She goes on to state "included in this collection is an article from the Washington Post which verifies the story as truth."31 This was an important claim as I had found no primary sources to date. I was extremely frustrated to find that the page containing the referenced article was missing from the original paper. With any hope of a quick resolution gone, I turned to examining the paper itself. Johnson's informants told 54 variations of the story. A rough tally revealed the following:
a. Fourteen different geographic locations are mentioned
b. Eighteen involve the Bunny Man chasing or frightening people, usually children, with a hatchet or ax
c. Fourteen tell of attacks on cars
d. Nine claim he attacked a couple parked in a car
e. Five accuse him of vandalism on homes or buildings
f. Only three mentioned a murder
Based on the widespread geographic locations and the significant variation represented in the tales Johnson concluded that the Bunny Man was an Urban Belief Tale . In short, the Bunny Man did not exist.
The Breakthrough
After re-reading Johnson's paper several times I finally noted that she heard the tale for the first time around Halloween 1970. Having no better leads I began a systematic search of the Washington Post for October of that year in hopes of finding the previously cited news article. I was elated (and not a little surprised) to find the following:
Man in Bunny Suit Sought in Fairfax
Fairfax County police said yesterday they are looking for a man who likes to wear "white bunny rabbit costume" and throw hatchets through car windows. Honest.
Air Force Academy Cadet Robert Bennett told police that shortly after midnight last Sunday he and his fiancee were sitting in a car in the 5400 block of Guinea Road when a man "dressed in a white suit with long bunny ears" ran from the nearby bushes and shouted: "You're on private property and I have your tag number."
The "Rabbit" threw a wooden-handled hatchet through the right front car window, the first-year cadet told police. As soon as he threw the hatchet, the "rabbit" skipped off into the night, police said. Bennett and his fiancee were not injured.
Police say they have the hatchet, but no other clues in the case. They say Bennett was visiting an uncle, who lives across the street from the spot where the car was parked. The cadet was in the area to attend last weekend's Air Force-Navy football game.
When I began this project the aspect that puzzled me most was the bunny suit. I expected to find that the legend was spawned by an event that was strange or in some way notable, but I never suspected the Bunny Man really was a "Bunny Man." I was even further surprised to find a second appearance recorded two weeks later:
The "Rabbit" Reappears
A man wearing a furry rabbit suit with two long ears appeared — again — on Guinea Road in Fairfax County Thursday night, police reported, this time wielding an ax and chopping away at a roof support on a new house.
Less than two weeks ago a man wearing what was described as a rabbit suit accused two persons in a parked car of trespassing and heaved a hatchet through a closed window of the car at 5400 Guinea Rd. They were not hurt.
Thursday night's rabbit, wearing a suit described as gray, black and white, was spotted a block away at 5307 Guinea Rd.
Paul Phillips, a private security guard for a construction company, said he saw the "rabbit" standing on the front porch of a new, but unoccupied house.
"I started talking to him," Phillips said, "and that's when he started chopping.""All you people trespass around here," Phillips said the "Rabbit" told him as he whacked eight gashes in the pole. "If you don't get out of here, I'm going to bust you on the head."
Phillips said he walked back to his car to get to get his handgun, but the "Rabbit", carrying the long-handled ax, ran off into the woods.
The security guard said the man was about 5-feet-8, 160 pounds and appeared to be in his early 20s.
Two documented appearances by a bunny-suited figure in the same Fairfax County community. Was this the Bunny Man or just copy-cats acting out stories they had heard from somewhere else? I again turned to Johnson's paper for clues. As mentioned earlier 14 of her tales mention a couple in a parked car being attacked, but nine of these specifically mention a hatchet being thrown into the car. Of the five mentioning vandalism, two describe "columns" being chopped. The story told by 17-year-old G. Taylor was particularly revealing. She related:
"I think it was last year or maybe before that. I came home from school. I was listening to the news. I had just gotten in and I heard there was a man and a woman sitting in a car. It could have been teenagers, but they were just parked and all. And all of a sudden, they looked up and there was this bunny. You know, this giant bunny just ran out of the woods, you know, from behind the trees and all. And he ran in front of the car. And he had a hatchet, and he threw it through the car and just turned around and went back away. They were just shocked. They just sat there and watched. Then an old man came out of the house and warned them to get off of his property. You know, they tried to explain and everything but he just wouldn't listen. And then, they took it to the police afterwards. And the police, you know, went back and all and asked him if he had seen anything. And nobody had seen it. Until a couple of days later, then a lot of people were saying that they had seen the bunny man. And then, after that, the police tried to investigate, but they couldn't get anything. And then they found these places that sell costumes and all. And they found that it hadn't been but three people that had .. Uhm .. Bought costumes. Then they, you know, long put theirs away and brought them back and all. And it wasn't them. And nobody every found out about the bunny man. It just went on for a couple of weeks and then it died out."35
Miss Taylor's recollections are important for a number of reasons. First, she identifies the television news as her source of information. Second, she accurately relates the hatchet thrown into the occupied car, the teenage couple, the accusation of trespassing, and police involvement. Third, she states that it went on for "a couple of weeks" then stopped. Lastly, she identifies the time frame to within six months. The October 22 news story is clearly the origin of the tale she told. Moreover, although the story had mutated noticeably in 22 years, many of Johnson's 53 other versions also contain recognizable elements of the October 1970 incidents. Newspapers accounts and oral reports can be revealing, but neither can be trusted to be completely accurate. It was time to look for more trustworthy records.
Official Reports
The Fairfax County Police Department has no official record of the October 18 assault on Robert Bennett and his fiancé, but they do have an Investigation Report relating to the October 29 vandalism incident. Although FCPD is not required to release any information relating to misdemeanor offenses, they kindly supplied a redacted36 copy of the report for this project.
The investigation report confirms the basics of the event as told in the October 31 Washington Post article. At 10:30 p.m. on October 29, 1970 six officers responded to 5307 Guinea Road for "a subject dressed as a Rabbit with an Ax."37 The officers found no rabbit and the case was turned over to Investigator W. L. Johnson of the Criminal Investigation Bureau.
Johnson began with a visit to the construction offices of the Kings Park West Subdivision on October 31. He found no rabbit, but did receive a call shortly after his visit from someone who worked at Kings Park West.38 The caller claimed to have just received a telephone call from someone identifying himself as "the Axe Man." The Axe Man allegedly said "Mr. _____, you have been messing up my property, by dumping tree stumps, limbs and brush, and other things on the property." The Axe Man further stated that "you can make everything right, by meeting me tonight and talking about the situation." The representative from Kings Park West stated that the caller sounded to be a white male in his late teens or early 20s. The police set up a stake out, but the "Axe Man" never materialized.
On November 4, Investigator Johnson received a call from a resident of the area who informed him that her son claimed to know the identity of the "Bunny Man." She stated that some of the neighborhood children "who have seen or been with the Bunny Man" described him as an older teenager. Johnson interviewed the son (age 8) and eventually learned that he had not actually met the Bunny Man but "had only heard of the Bunny Man at school, from the rest of the children talking about him."39 Interviews with other neighborhood children had similar results.
On March 14, 1971 Johnson wrote the following summary:
"After a very extensive investigation into this and all other cases of this same nature,40 it is still unsubstantiated as to whether or not there really is a white rabbit.
The only people who have seen this so-called white rabbit have been children of rather young ages, and the complainant in this case.
Upon interviewing every one in this case that may have had any knowledge of any incidents concerning a white rabbit, that has been no significant information uncovered that would lead to the identity of the person or persons that were posing as a white rabbit.
This case will be marked as inactive."41
His Identity?
Who was the Bunny Man, and what was he trying to accomplish? Sadly, we will likely never know his identity. Likewise his true motivations are known only to himself, but there are a few clues contained in the foregoing sources. On October 18 the Bunny Man accused Robert Bennett of trespassing.42 On October 29 the Bunny Man told security guard Paul Phillips that "You all trespass around here."43, and on November 4, the self-styled "Axe Man" accused the unnamed representative of Kings Park West Subdivision of dumping debris on his property.44 If we assume that all three incidents involved the same individual, then it appears that this young man was disturbed by the development of the area. Said development was extensive in 1970, too. Until the second World War Fairfax County was a rural farming community. The build-up of Federal employment in the region fueled intensive residential development in the closer suburbs of Arlington and Fairfax Counties. The 1950s saw tract housing being built in Springfield, McLean, Annandale, and Fairfax. The somewhat modest developments of the early 1960s eventually gave rise to near town-size projects like Reston and Burke Centre.
Kings Park West is a subdivision of over 1500 homes, and was one of several such developments either built or under consideration for the Burke area at the time of the incidents. James W. Robinson Secondary45School opened the next year with nearly 3,900 students. While Fairfax County began to look seriously at land use planning issues in the 1950s, the first countywide Comprehensive Land Use Plan was not adopted until 1975. Many people living in Fairfax County in the 1960s and '70s were disturbed to see pastures and woods giving way to roads, subdivisions, and shopping centers. Being forced to watch helplessly while the face of your community changes around you can elicit strange behavior in some people.
And what was the significance of the bunny costume? I am not prepared to even hazard a guess.
Conclusion
Who the Bunny Man was and what motivated him to act in such a bizarre manner is still a mystery, however, the available evidence points to the October 1970 events as the genesis of the Bunny Man legend. Many of the tales collected by Patricia Johnson in 1973 clearly derive from the events as reported in the newspaper and the television news of that period. The official police report makes no mention of any pre-existing stories that this individual could have been copying. Furthermore, William L. Johnson specifically stated to the author that he found no indications of any earlier stories or criminal incidents involving an individual dressed as a rabbit.46
It is also plainly evident that the story began to take on the features of an urban legend quite soon after the events were reported. Investigator Johnson was following leads generated by school-yard rumors less than two weeks after the first appearance of the Bunny Man, and by the time Patricia Johnson began her work two-and-a-half years later, the story had mutated in location, frequency, and severity.
And there you have one interpretation of the story.
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Date: January 16, 2014 10:03AM
just recently went to the abandoned sewage plant over in in ft belvoir near jadwin village. that place is bad news me a some friends went late at night with camera and went in tunnels and the watchman place there was dead animals EVERYWERE and it smelled of rotting meat in the watchamn place on the video cam you can see a very DARK shadow move away from the flash light and her faint growling we also got photos the shows a the dark figure a couple of time the next morning there was cuts all aloge my back and side from were i was sitting in the watchmans chair.
The Fortune Telling Photograph
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Date: January 16, 2014 10:12AM
Leesburg has a couple of great stories about ghosts in the court house. I'm going to have to look them up though, can't quite remember how they go. Here's a Leesburg story from the late 1940's:
The Fortune Telling Photograph
Back in the 1940's on a sultry Saturday night, a family of five attended a concert at a church near Leesburg, Virginia. Someone in the audience brought a parrot, and the entire family joined the crowd watching the parrot, giving the mother a chance to take a family photograph.
Now the mother, was not a very good photographer, and her photos were often blurry or distorted. She frequently chopped off the top of people’s heads... but this particular photo had a strange flaw nobody in the family had ever seen before.
When they developed the film in a little darkroom down in the basement, they found one photo was very peculiar. One of the sons did not have a head.
There was only a black smudge where the head should have been, giving the appearance of a decapitated body. Below this smudge, the boy's shirt remained in perfect detail. The rest of his body was not visible (but this was probably because he was standing behind the others).
The family thought the photo was hilarious, and made many jokes about “our son, the invisible man.” Most of his siblings thought Matt, the boy whose head was missing, had somehow pulled a very clever practical joke (since he was famous for his pranks, and he was also the person who had developed the film). However, nobody could explain how he had done it.
Everyone found the photo amusing, and for months it was displayed on the ice box along with a collection of cartoons and fortunes from the local Chinese restaurant. Then something much stranger happened.
On a calm, August afternoon, that same boy and his father were doing yardwork at their home. The boy, whose name was Matt, had just started trimming a bush when his father stepped inside to answer the telephone. When he returned, Matt was gone. All that remained were the pruning shears and the pile of clippings.
At first, the father assumed that Matt had simply tired of yardwork or had been called away by a friend. However, as the day progressed, the family became concerned. Although Matt played practical jokes on his college buddies, he had never been known to miss dinner. They searched and questioned all around, but it was to no avail. Even the authorities couldn’t help them locate their son.
Matt was never heard from again. All that was left behind was the memory of his face and a headless photograph that foretold a chilling fate.
The Fortune Telling Photograph
Back in the 1940's on a sultry Saturday night, a family of five attended a concert at a church near Leesburg, Virginia. Someone in the audience brought a parrot, and the entire family joined the crowd watching the parrot, giving the mother a chance to take a family photograph.
Now the mother, was not a very good photographer, and her photos were often blurry or distorted. She frequently chopped off the top of people’s heads... but this particular photo had a strange flaw nobody in the family had ever seen before.
When they developed the film in a little darkroom down in the basement, they found one photo was very peculiar. One of the sons did not have a head.
There was only a black smudge where the head should have been, giving the appearance of a decapitated body. Below this smudge, the boy's shirt remained in perfect detail. The rest of his body was not visible (but this was probably because he was standing behind the others).
The family thought the photo was hilarious, and made many jokes about “our son, the invisible man.” Most of his siblings thought Matt, the boy whose head was missing, had somehow pulled a very clever practical joke (since he was famous for his pranks, and he was also the person who had developed the film). However, nobody could explain how he had done it.
Everyone found the photo amusing, and for months it was displayed on the ice box along with a collection of cartoons and fortunes from the local Chinese restaurant. Then something much stranger happened.
On a calm, August afternoon, that same boy and his father were doing yardwork at their home. The boy, whose name was Matt, had just started trimming a bush when his father stepped inside to answer the telephone. When he returned, Matt was gone. All that remained were the pruning shears and the pile of clippings.
At first, the father assumed that Matt had simply tired of yardwork or had been called away by a friend. However, as the day progressed, the family became concerned. Although Matt played practical jokes on his college buddies, he had never been known to miss dinner. They searched and questioned all around, but it was to no avail. Even the authorities couldn’t help them locate their son.
Matt was never heard from again. All that was left behind was the memory of his face and a headless photograph that foretold a chilling fate.
Re: The Fortune Telling Photograph
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Date: January 16, 2014 10:15AM
The owner of Tarara Winery told me this story. It took place in Lucketts back in the 1960s.
The Haunted Rocking Chair
Back in the mid 1960s, a strange man arrived at the annual Purcellville flea market. He was driving an old truck that was overflowing with colorful, yet decrepit items. There were many boxes of rusty metal goods such as springs and old irons, twenty bundles of old magazines, a coat rack that had obviously once been broken and then poorly repaired, a rocking horse, a paint-stained shelf, and a rocking chair.
The man running the flea market was named Stanley. From the moment he checked the old man in, Stanley was attracted to the rocking chair. Something about the sight of this chair surrounded by so many decrepit goods gave Stanley a deep feeling of sadness. But very few customers stopped by the booth. Finally, Stanley could no longer bear it. He purchased the rocker himself.
Soon after that the vendor packed up his goods and left the flea market. "Why is he leaving so quickly?" Stanley wondered.
Stanley took the rocker home and placed it in his family room, near the fireplace. Later that night, he fell asleep on his couch while watching tv.
He awoke suddenly when the television turned off. Startled, he looked left and right, trying to figure out what had happened. Had there been a short circuit? No, the clock was still giving the correct time. Everything else seemed to be working.
Then he heard an odd creaking sound coming from near the fireplace. The hairs on his arms prickled, and he felt a cold sensation pass over him. The rocking chair was rocking on its own.
"This is all nonsense," he told himself. "There has to be a logical solution. Maybe we had an earthquake. Or, maybe a mouse chewed through some wires." He went to bed, convinced it would all make more sense in the morning.
Later that evening, he heard the odd creaking sound again. He walked into the family room and turned on thel ight. The chair was rocking again!
“Something must be out of balance in the legs of that chair,” he decided. “I’ll deal with it in the morning.” Then he turned to go back to bed, but as he began to walk away suddenly a large heavy object struck him in the shoulder with great force. It was a large field boot that had been next to the fireplace.
“Now, a mouse might be able to chew through a cord, but there is no way a little mouse could throw a heavy boot!” Stanley thought.
Something about that chair made him very uneasy, and he realized he would not be able to sleep another wink with it in his house. He walked over to the chair, intending to put it into his truck and return it to the strange old
vendor the next day, but as he approached the chair it began rocking faster and faster. Spooked, Stanley decided to remove himself from the house instead, and he drove to a nearby motel.
When he got home, he got out a strong piece of rope and tightly lashed the rocker in place. Then he made himself some dinner, and fell asleep.
Sometime in the deepest hours of the night, he suddenly awoke. It was the creaking noise again! He tried to ignore it, but it was insidious. Finally, his curiosity got the better of him, and he checked the garage. There was the rocker, still tightly lashed in placed, and yet rocking away.
Stanley slammed the door shut and bolted every lock hecould find. He stayed up the rest of the night, listening to his radio with the volume turned up to drown out the rocking. Yet no matter how loud he turned the volume he could hear the creaking, and in fact, the chair was rocking faster.
A storm blew in, but even the sound of the wind and the lightening could not drown out the creaking of the chair.
Finally, he could take no more.
Stanley got in his truck and drove out to the subdivision. In the pouring rain, he stopped at the vacant lot, then untied all the ropes that held the chair in place and threw it onto the ground of the vacant lot.
Bolts of lightning struck nearby and the rain was thick. He jumped into the truck and sped away, but in his confusion he made a wrong turn and found himself at the end of a cul de sac. With dread, he turned the truck around and drove back toward the vacant lot hoping to pass it as quickly as possible.
Just as he passed the vacant lot, a bolt of lightning struck nearby and lit up the entire neighborhood, and for a split second Stanley saw an old farmhouse. The roof was falling apart, and one of the columns holding up the front porch had gone awry. On the porch sat an old woman in the rocker, knitting a long scarf.
Stanley stopped the truck, too frightened to drive. A second later it was dark again. Then, another bolt of lightning struck and lit up the street again. This time, all Stanley saw was a vacant lot. There was no sign of the rocking chair at all.
Stanley hit the gas pedal and drove home in record time. For the rest of his life, he never sat in a rocking chair again!
The Haunted Rocking Chair
Back in the mid 1960s, a strange man arrived at the annual Purcellville flea market. He was driving an old truck that was overflowing with colorful, yet decrepit items. There were many boxes of rusty metal goods such as springs and old irons, twenty bundles of old magazines, a coat rack that had obviously once been broken and then poorly repaired, a rocking horse, a paint-stained shelf, and a rocking chair.
The man running the flea market was named Stanley. From the moment he checked the old man in, Stanley was attracted to the rocking chair. Something about the sight of this chair surrounded by so many decrepit goods gave Stanley a deep feeling of sadness. But very few customers stopped by the booth. Finally, Stanley could no longer bear it. He purchased the rocker himself.
Soon after that the vendor packed up his goods and left the flea market. "Why is he leaving so quickly?" Stanley wondered.
Stanley took the rocker home and placed it in his family room, near the fireplace. Later that night, he fell asleep on his couch while watching tv.
He awoke suddenly when the television turned off. Startled, he looked left and right, trying to figure out what had happened. Had there been a short circuit? No, the clock was still giving the correct time. Everything else seemed to be working.
Then he heard an odd creaking sound coming from near the fireplace. The hairs on his arms prickled, and he felt a cold sensation pass over him. The rocking chair was rocking on its own.
"This is all nonsense," he told himself. "There has to be a logical solution. Maybe we had an earthquake. Or, maybe a mouse chewed through some wires." He went to bed, convinced it would all make more sense in the morning.
Later that evening, he heard the odd creaking sound again. He walked into the family room and turned on thel ight. The chair was rocking again!
“Something must be out of balance in the legs of that chair,” he decided. “I’ll deal with it in the morning.” Then he turned to go back to bed, but as he began to walk away suddenly a large heavy object struck him in the shoulder with great force. It was a large field boot that had been next to the fireplace.
“Now, a mouse might be able to chew through a cord, but there is no way a little mouse could throw a heavy boot!” Stanley thought.
Something about that chair made him very uneasy, and he realized he would not be able to sleep another wink with it in his house. He walked over to the chair, intending to put it into his truck and return it to the strange old
vendor the next day, but as he approached the chair it began rocking faster and faster. Spooked, Stanley decided to remove himself from the house instead, and he drove to a nearby motel.
When he got home, he got out a strong piece of rope and tightly lashed the rocker in place. Then he made himself some dinner, and fell asleep.
Sometime in the deepest hours of the night, he suddenly awoke. It was the creaking noise again! He tried to ignore it, but it was insidious. Finally, his curiosity got the better of him, and he checked the garage. There was the rocker, still tightly lashed in placed, and yet rocking away.
Stanley slammed the door shut and bolted every lock hecould find. He stayed up the rest of the night, listening to his radio with the volume turned up to drown out the rocking. Yet no matter how loud he turned the volume he could hear the creaking, and in fact, the chair was rocking faster.
A storm blew in, but even the sound of the wind and the lightening could not drown out the creaking of the chair.
Finally, he could take no more.
Stanley got in his truck and drove out to the subdivision. In the pouring rain, he stopped at the vacant lot, then untied all the ropes that held the chair in place and threw it onto the ground of the vacant lot.
Bolts of lightning struck nearby and the rain was thick. He jumped into the truck and sped away, but in his confusion he made a wrong turn and found himself at the end of a cul de sac. With dread, he turned the truck around and drove back toward the vacant lot hoping to pass it as quickly as possible.
Just as he passed the vacant lot, a bolt of lightning struck nearby and lit up the entire neighborhood, and for a split second Stanley saw an old farmhouse. The roof was falling apart, and one of the columns holding up the front porch had gone awry. On the porch sat an old woman in the rocker, knitting a long scarf.
Stanley stopped the truck, too frightened to drive. A second later it was dark again. Then, another bolt of lightning struck and lit up the street again. This time, all Stanley saw was a vacant lot. There was no sign of the rocking chair at all.
Stanley hit the gas pedal and drove home in record time. For the rest of his life, he never sat in a rocking chair again!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
sajid
()
Date: January 16, 2014 10:23AM
boone Wrote:
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> just recently went to the abandoned sewage plant
> over in in ft belvoir near jadwin village. that
> place is bad news me a some friends went late at
> night with camera and went in tunnels and the
> watchman place there was dead animals EVERYWERE
> and it smelled of rotting meat in the watchamn
> place on the video cam you can see a very DARK
> shadow move away from the flash light and her
> faint growling we also got photos the shows a the
> dark figure a couple of time the next morning
> there was cuts all aloge my back and side from
> were i was sitting in the watchmans chair.
Me and my friends attempted to get in January of 09. We were on the western side of the plant and the trees started shaking. We decided to run acros the dirt path and head south and we saw foot prints that went through the forest and then by a small creek they stopped.
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> just recently went to the abandoned sewage plant
> over in in ft belvoir near jadwin village. that
> place is bad news me a some friends went late at
> night with camera and went in tunnels and the
> watchman place there was dead animals EVERYWERE
> and it smelled of rotting meat in the watchamn
> place on the video cam you can see a very DARK
> shadow move away from the flash light and her
> faint growling we also got photos the shows a the
> dark figure a couple of time the next morning
> there was cuts all aloge my back and side from
> were i was sitting in the watchmans chair.
Me and my friends attempted to get in January of 09. We were on the western side of the plant and the trees started shaking. We decided to run acros the dirt path and head south and we saw foot prints that went through the forest and then by a small creek they stopped.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
coondog
()
Date: January 16, 2014 10:31AM
Well this is a story and kind of spooky but see it actually happened to me. When I was in the Marines , I was stationed in Charleston S.C. ( Goose Creek to be exact). The base I was on was 5 miles to the nearest gate and everything in between was heavy forrest.Going the other direction , you could walk all day and not run into another road. The stream that ran down through one side of the Gov't. property had gators and deer. A lot of wild life to give you an idea of how remote this place was. Anyway, we would conduct patrols to catch poachers. These were patrols w/live ammo and standerd use of force was authorized which could mean lethal if it came to it. It was dark about 10:00pm or so and we were on our patrol when we started to see a light off about 300 yds or so. All of us "snooped and pooped" our way up till we were about 75 yds out . the light was a small fire and we thought it was a campfire. We continued getting closer and something came over all of us at the same time. It was the feeling of something wasn't right. We decided to scout the perimeter in case people didn't see us and we wanted to keep it that way using the fire to illuminate them and not us. Well, the thing was is that we didn't see ANYBODY. As we got closer tere was no movement . We posted LP's and OP's and went into the "campsite". What the campsite turned out to be was actually an EXTREMELY old cemetary. There were candles and a pentagram drawn in the dirt with what looked like blood. A dead cat lay between 2 candles and a bowl with blood and some kind of bones in it. After assessing the situation we decided what we had stumbled on was a ceromony of some kind. Voodoo was ( and still could be) still practiced by decendants of setlers that came from Haiti and other islands south of Florida. What really bothered me though was that something tipped these people off! We were moving with no sound the entire patrol. We took great care in prepping our gear to make it as quiet as possible. They could not have heard us coming! It was spooky and still get's the hair to stand up on my neck. Wierd!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
anymoose105
()
Date: January 16, 2014 03:15PM
boone Wrote:
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> just recently went to the abandoned sewage plant
> over in in ft belvoir near jadwin village. that
> place is bad news me a some friends went late at
> night with camera and went in tunnels and the
> watchman place there was dead animals EVERYWERE
> and it smelled of rotting meat in the watchamn
> place on the video cam you can see a very DARK
> shadow move away from the flash light and her
> faint growling we also got photos the shows a the
> dark figure a couple of time the next morning
> there was cuts all aloge my back and side from
> were i was sitting in the watchmans chair.
Just a little hint go to google earth and go to fort belvoir, look for jadwin villiage and zoom in just a tad (3 clicks) youll se a trail (on ground it says hunting area T-2 or something like that) follow the trail and then the trail bends right at the bend youll see the fence with signs saying "no tresspassing" (yet we still do it)thats the sewage plant.
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> just recently went to the abandoned sewage plant
> over in in ft belvoir near jadwin village. that
> place is bad news me a some friends went late at
> night with camera and went in tunnels and the
> watchman place there was dead animals EVERYWERE
> and it smelled of rotting meat in the watchamn
> place on the video cam you can see a very DARK
> shadow move away from the flash light and her
> faint growling we also got photos the shows a the
> dark figure a couple of time the next morning
> there was cuts all aloge my back and side from
> were i was sitting in the watchmans chair.
Just a little hint go to google earth and go to fort belvoir, look for jadwin villiage and zoom in just a tad (3 clicks) youll se a trail (on ground it says hunting area T-2 or something like that) follow the trail and then the trail bends right at the bend youll see the fence with signs saying "no tresspassing" (yet we still do it)thats the sewage plant.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ed
()
Date: January 17, 2014 07:35AM
Catherine.Spalding@gmail.com Wrote:
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> ashton Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I live near bloom (old bridge road) in
> Woodbridge.
> > There is a clump of abandoned houses over there
> > and I (because I'm stupid) convinced my guy
> > friends (all of whom are terrified of these
> > houses) to take me to them with my camera. We
> took
> > a video that had a lot of paranormal footage
> stuff
> > we missed when we walked around. If anyone
> knows
> > what happened in those abandoned houses on
> > Smoketown it'd be great for us to know! We'll
> be
> > posting our videos on youtube and I'll do
> another
> > ghost report then.
>
> I used to live in one of those houses growing up
> and I am very curious to see what you have.
> Contact me via email. Catherine.Spalding@gmail.com
I grew up in Valleywood when Woodbridge Airport was still active. I did the survey work for Springwoods Dr. when they decommissioned the airport. The townhouses on Smoketown Rd look like they are on the old airport. There were quite a few people killed in accidents at the airport.
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> ashton Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I live near bloom (old bridge road) in
> Woodbridge.
> > There is a clump of abandoned houses over there
> > and I (because I'm stupid) convinced my guy
> > friends (all of whom are terrified of these
> > houses) to take me to them with my camera. We
> took
> > a video that had a lot of paranormal footage
> stuff
> > we missed when we walked around. If anyone
> knows
> > what happened in those abandoned houses on
> > Smoketown it'd be great for us to know! We'll
> be
> > posting our videos on youtube and I'll do
> another
> > ghost report then.
>
> I used to live in one of those houses growing up
> and I am very curious to see what you have.
> Contact me via email. Catherine.Spalding@gmail.com
I grew up in Valleywood when Woodbridge Airport was still active. I did the survey work for Springwoods Dr. when they decommissioned the airport. The townhouses on Smoketown Rd look like they are on the old airport. There were quite a few people killed in accidents at the airport.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Cherry Point Air station ghost
()
Date: January 19, 2014 05:30AM
Any of you guys ever hear of Miss Mary? A seventy year old woman who appears about once every 6 months to talk to those around her old chicken farm. The only issue is her chicken farm is now gone and has been replaced by Cherry Point Air station, the largest Marine air station on the east coast. Miss Mary means no one any harm and has even been known to talk to people about the weather and her long lost home.Sgt. James Segura was so sure of his encounter with Miss Mary in 1975 that he had himself checked out medically to make sure he wasn't crazy.
Sgt. Segura was on night patrol in November of '75 When a woman approached him from behind some stacked oil drums and began to chitchat with him. She mentioned how nice the weather had been and how she lived on a chicken farm but was going to be forced from her home.
The marine found her quite polite but got an eerie feeling from the woman in a long sleeved dress who'd just walked in to a military base with flood lights and 2 sets of chain linked fence. He knew she was a ghost, and excused himself to get his supervisor. When they returned, she of course, was gone.
All the tests Segura took indicated he was a healthy man mentally and his commanding officer said he believed the soldier had the experience even though he could find no explanation for it.
A sociologist who dealt with ghosts and the unexplained came and interviewed Segura and the other men who claimed to have met Miss Mary. in doing research on the local history he found that the area had once been chicken farms in the area but all the farms had been bought out to make room for the military base. I guess that's why Mary was complaining she was being forced from her home.
As far as I know she still appears to the marines on the station, still making small talk, still scaring the bee jeebus out of the people she talks to.
Sgt. Segura was on night patrol in November of '75 When a woman approached him from behind some stacked oil drums and began to chitchat with him. She mentioned how nice the weather had been and how she lived on a chicken farm but was going to be forced from her home.
The marine found her quite polite but got an eerie feeling from the woman in a long sleeved dress who'd just walked in to a military base with flood lights and 2 sets of chain linked fence. He knew she was a ghost, and excused himself to get his supervisor. When they returned, she of course, was gone.
All the tests Segura took indicated he was a healthy man mentally and his commanding officer said he believed the soldier had the experience even though he could find no explanation for it.
A sociologist who dealt with ghosts and the unexplained came and interviewed Segura and the other men who claimed to have met Miss Mary. in doing research on the local history he found that the area had once been chicken farms in the area but all the farms had been bought out to make room for the military base. I guess that's why Mary was complaining she was being forced from her home.
As far as I know she still appears to the marines on the station, still making small talk, still scaring the bee jeebus out of the people she talks to.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
watch out for "Ms Mary"
()
Date: January 19, 2014 02:40PM
I was present at Cherry Point in 1975, and remember hearing about this incident.
Any pilot stationed at MCAS Cherry Point knows about this apparition. She is not as benign as the story states. There are several documented air crashes related to her sudden and unexplained appearance on active runways, especially during take off. She seems to enjoy appearing directly ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely before they attain airspeed, when they are rolling too fast to stop before hitting her, but not quite fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some lives. I have personally read several accident reports (dated many decades apart) involving this same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the descriptive details about her are frighteningly similar in each report. The woman might not be real, but the air crashes certainly are. I don't recall what they called her, but Miss Mary doesn't sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she has probably earned herself many, many names over the years. She has cost Marine lives, and several costly aircraft.
Her age was not fixed in the reports I read, so I don't know how you arrived at 70 y/o. She was simply described as female caucasian, well under 6' tall, with grey hair tied in a bun behind her head. Several reports cited her as wearing a blue long-sleeved sweater, regardless of the NC summer temperatures.
The reports included conclusions regarding Line of Duty and Misconduct, as required any time an active duty Marine is killed or gravely injured on-duty, not as a result of combat action. They included information about Military Police searches of the immediate areas following each crash (trying to find her), statements of several survivors, and some transcripts of recorded intercom conversations among aircrew when they saw her (and she was seen by several witnesses in the same aircraft before the accidents). She has apparently never been seen from the Air Control tower, altho taped emergency conversations btwn aircraft and tower have been included in some of the reports. "Miss Mary", or whatever else you want to call her, is not a joke. She's a killer, not to be forgiven.
And by the way, First Writer, the title "Marine" is spelled with a capital "M". And henceforth, NEVER refer to a Marine as a 'soldier'. There's a very large difference btwn the two.
Any pilot stationed at MCAS Cherry Point knows about this apparition. She is not as benign as the story states. There are several documented air crashes related to her sudden and unexplained appearance on active runways, especially during take off. She seems to enjoy appearing directly ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely before they attain airspeed, when they are rolling too fast to stop before hitting her, but not quite fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some lives. I have personally read several accident reports (dated many decades apart) involving this same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the descriptive details about her are frighteningly similar in each report. The woman might not be real, but the air crashes certainly are. I don't recall what they called her, but Miss Mary doesn't sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she has probably earned herself many, many names over the years. She has cost Marine lives, and several costly aircraft.
Her age was not fixed in the reports I read, so I don't know how you arrived at 70 y/o. She was simply described as female caucasian, well under 6' tall, with grey hair tied in a bun behind her head. Several reports cited her as wearing a blue long-sleeved sweater, regardless of the NC summer temperatures.
The reports included conclusions regarding Line of Duty and Misconduct, as required any time an active duty Marine is killed or gravely injured on-duty, not as a result of combat action. They included information about Military Police searches of the immediate areas following each crash (trying to find her), statements of several survivors, and some transcripts of recorded intercom conversations among aircrew when they saw her (and she was seen by several witnesses in the same aircraft before the accidents). She has apparently never been seen from the Air Control tower, altho taped emergency conversations btwn aircraft and tower have been included in some of the reports. "Miss Mary", or whatever else you want to call her, is not a joke. She's a killer, not to be forgiven.
And by the way, First Writer, the title "Marine" is spelled with a capital "M". And henceforth, NEVER refer to a Marine as a 'soldier'. There's a very large difference btwn the two.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
USS George Washington is haunted
()
Date: January 19, 2014 05:49PM
Anyone ever been on the USS George Washington? I served on her for five years in the engineering spaces. More than once I heard the keys and felt the shoulder tap. A midnight watch in the plant was not a peaceful experience. And if you think you're safe underway, think again. A buddy and I were on watch and saw a man in a grey uniform walking up the stairs while we were on watch. My buddy went one way up the stairs to follow and I went the other way to head him off. We met each other at the top of the stairs but no grey suited man was in site. The watchstander in the space just above ours didn't see any man coming up the stairs. I will never forget that day or standing watch in either of the plants!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
395runner
()
Date: January 19, 2014 06:04PM
Big Book of Virginia Ghost Stories, by LB Taylor.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
395runner
()
Date: January 19, 2014 06:11PM
watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
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>She is not as benign as the
> story states. There are several documented air
> crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> appearance on active runways, especially during
> take off. She seems to enjoy appearing directly
> ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely before
> they attain airspeed, when they are rolling too
> fast to stop before hitting her, but not quite
> fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> lives. I have personally read several accident
> reports (dated many decades apart) involving this
> same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> descriptive details about her are frighteningly
> similar in each report. The woman might not be
> real, but the air crashes certainly are. I don't
> recall what they called her, but Miss Mary doesn't
> sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she has
> probably earned herself many, many names over the
> years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> costly aircraft.
I spent two years stationed off the edge of the ramp extenstion towards the north, the one that the Harriers used for STOL practice and where they parked the storage F-4s. I never saw an old lady, but I saw deer dart out in the mornings and late afternoons when planes got close.
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>She is not as benign as the
> story states. There are several documented air
> crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> appearance on active runways, especially during
> take off. She seems to enjoy appearing directly
> ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely before
> they attain airspeed, when they are rolling too
> fast to stop before hitting her, but not quite
> fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> lives. I have personally read several accident
> reports (dated many decades apart) involving this
> same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> descriptive details about her are frighteningly
> similar in each report. The woman might not be
> real, but the air crashes certainly are. I don't
> recall what they called her, but Miss Mary doesn't
> sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she has
> probably earned herself many, many names over the
> years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> costly aircraft.
I spent two years stationed off the edge of the ramp extenstion towards the north, the one that the Harriers used for STOL practice and where they parked the storage F-4s. I never saw an old lady, but I saw deer dart out in the mornings and late afternoons when planes got close.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
CPNC
()
Date: January 19, 2014 06:34PM
395runner Wrote:
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> watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> >She is not as benign as the
> > story states. There are several documented air
> > crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> > appearance on active runways, especially during
> > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing directly
> > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> before
> > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling too
> > fast to stop before hitting her, but not quite
> > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> > lives. I have personally read several accident
> > reports (dated many decades apart) involving
> this
> > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> > descriptive details about her are frighteningly
> > similar in each report. The woman might not be
> > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> don't
> > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> doesn't
> > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she has
> > probably earned herself many, many names over
> the
> > years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> > costly aircraft.
>
> I spent two years stationed off the edge of the
> ramp extenstion towards the north, the one that
> the Harriers used for STOL practice and where they
> parked the storage F-4s. I never saw an old lady,
> but I saw deer dart out in the mornings and late
> afternoons when planes got close.
I was stationed at CPNC and heard many stories about this. The name of the apparition is Sarah not Mary and there is a grave site on a remote part of the base with a headstone with only the name "Sarah" on it.
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> watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> >She is not as benign as the
> > story states. There are several documented air
> > crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> > appearance on active runways, especially during
> > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing directly
> > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> before
> > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling too
> > fast to stop before hitting her, but not quite
> > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> > lives. I have personally read several accident
> > reports (dated many decades apart) involving
> this
> > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> > descriptive details about her are frighteningly
> > similar in each report. The woman might not be
> > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> don't
> > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> doesn't
> > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she has
> > probably earned herself many, many names over
> the
> > years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> > costly aircraft.
>
> I spent two years stationed off the edge of the
> ramp extenstion towards the north, the one that
> the Harriers used for STOL practice and where they
> parked the storage F-4s. I never saw an old lady,
> but I saw deer dart out in the mornings and late
> afternoons when planes got close.
I was stationed at CPNC and heard many stories about this. The name of the apparition is Sarah not Mary and there is a grave site on a remote part of the base with a headstone with only the name "Sarah" on it.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
sarah or mary?
()
Date: January 19, 2014 06:57PM
CPNC Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> 395runner Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > >She is not as benign as the
> > > story states. There are several documented
> air
> > > crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> > > appearance on active runways, especially
> during
> > > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing
> directly
> > > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> > before
> > > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling
> too
> > > fast to stop before hitting her, but not
> quite
> > > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> > > lives. I have personally read several
> accident
> > > reports (dated many decades apart) involving
> > this
> > > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> > > descriptive details about her are
> frighteningly
> > > similar in each report. The woman might not
> be
> > > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> > don't
> > > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> > doesn't
> > > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she
> has
> > > probably earned herself many, many names over
> > the
> > > years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> > > costly aircraft.
> >
> > I spent two years stationed off the edge of the
> > ramp extenstion towards the north, the one that
> > the Harriers used for STOL practice and where
> they
> > parked the storage F-4s. I never saw an old
> lady,
> > but I saw deer dart out in the mornings and
> late
> > afternoons when planes got close.
>
> I was stationed at CPNC and heard many stories
> about this. The name of the apparition is Sarah
> not Mary and there is a grave site on a remote
> part of the base with a headstone with only the
> name "Sarah" on it.
her name is sarah she was buried next to her kids when the air station was built they seperated them so at night she goes on the flightline looking for her vchildren.btw im a marine ooh-rah
-------------------------------------------------------
> 395runner Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > >She is not as benign as the
> > > story states. There are several documented
> air
> > > crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> > > appearance on active runways, especially
> during
> > > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing
> directly
> > > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> > before
> > > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling
> too
> > > fast to stop before hitting her, but not
> quite
> > > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> > > lives. I have personally read several
> accident
> > > reports (dated many decades apart) involving
> > this
> > > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> > > descriptive details about her are
> frighteningly
> > > similar in each report. The woman might not
> be
> > > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> > don't
> > > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> > doesn't
> > > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she
> has
> > > probably earned herself many, many names over
> > the
> > > years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> > > costly aircraft.
> >
> > I spent two years stationed off the edge of the
> > ramp extenstion towards the north, the one that
> > the Harriers used for STOL practice and where
> they
> > parked the storage F-4s. I never saw an old
> lady,
> > but I saw deer dart out in the mornings and
> late
> > afternoons when planes got close.
>
> I was stationed at CPNC and heard many stories
> about this. The name of the apparition is Sarah
> not Mary and there is a grave site on a remote
> part of the base with a headstone with only the
> name "Sarah" on it.
her name is sarah she was buried next to her kids when the air station was built they seperated them so at night she goes on the flightline looking for her vchildren.btw im a marine ooh-rah
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Phantoms of Old House Woods
()
Date: January 19, 2014 07:02PM
Phantoms of Old House Woods near Mathews, Virginia
On the eastern U.S. Coast along the shores of Virginia just outside of the village of Diggs, there lies a stretch of woods that has been the center of many paranormal experiences since the late 18th century. Legend has it that there are several different treasures that were buried here and then subsequently abandoned, unable to be retrieved by their owners. Over the past two centuries there have been reports of phantoms of various sorts roaming these woods and waters.
The road through Old House Woods near Mathews, Virginia
First of all the name, Old House Woods may seem a bit strange, however for years in the middle of these woods off of Haven Beach Road, there was an old dilapidated house that stood for over a century and was subject of many ghostly encounters. As early as 1798 there have been eye witness accounts of strange happenings in and near this stretch of woods. Travelers on horseback have claimed that their horses were spooked and very fearful as they passed through these woods. Many say that some who entered the house seeking treasure or otherwise, were never seen again. Folks living near the woods would report that their children would return from playing there all day telling tales of seeing many strange things such as ghostly Revolutionary War soldiers, skeleton pirates wielding swords and strange glowing balls of light. Some of the tales prompted local residents to forbid their children from entering those woods, especially at night. The old house burned to the foundation long ago, but the eerie stories continue to this day.
A Favorite Hiding Place for Treasure
The first treasure that was lost according to legend, was that of pirates who were attracted by the allure of the marshy expanse of woodland off of Whites Creek, decided that it would be an excellent place to bury some of their treasure. So they tied up along the banks of the creek and buried their booty there in the woods. It is said that unfortunately for the pirates, they perished at sea in a terrible storm and was never able to retrieve their treasure. However, they return on occasion searching for their lost loot as you will see.
In 1651 after the Battle of Worcester in England, Charles II fled Europe and headed for Jamestown in the new found territories in America to hide. After a fierce storm, his treasure ship mistakenly ended up in the Whites Creek. Deciding to hide Charles' treasures there for safe keeping in that remote stretch of forest, they began unloading the chests from the ship when suddenly they were ambushed and robbed. The perpetrators buried both the chests and the bodies of some of the crew in the woods. However, they were captured and put to death. It is said that the treasure chests of Charles II are still buried somewhere in the woods to this day, guarded by the phantom crew that was buried with it. Many claim that sometimes at night the lanterns and sounds of the phantom robbers who returned for their plunder can be seen and heard in the night digging away in the darkness.
In 1781 during the Revolutionary War when General Cornwallis was fleeing the Patriot advance, it is said that they deposited a large stash of gold and silver coins and other plunder taken from civilians in the Old House Woods. They were never allowed to return to the area after they surrendered and it is believed that the British plunder is still hidden there today. Hence, the sightings of Revolutionary soldiers marching through the Old House Woods.
Ghostly Ships
Long ago during the time when steam ships were taking over in the late 19th century, a fisherman reported that he was fishing just off of the entrance of Whites Creek when a full masted sailing ship appeared coming in from the Chesapeake Bay. Making no sound at all, it moved into the creek. The mysterious ship passed by him and sailed right up onto the beach... and across the shore road into the Old House Woods and it appeared to be floating above the ground!
There have also been reports of a phantom Spanish galleon in full sail floating partially above the trees tops as if they were water. Apparently, the phantom vessel rises out of the White River and sails into the trees. The ship would stop and ghostly pirates would pour over the side of the ship and down onto the ground. The phantom pirates have been seen roaming around as if searching for something and some have been spotted digging in certain spots in the Old House Woods. Many believe these are the pirates who died at sea returning to claim their hidden treasure.
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On the eastern U.S. Coast along the shores of Virginia just outside of the village of Diggs, there lies a stretch of woods that has been the center of many paranormal experiences since the late 18th century. Legend has it that there are several different treasures that were buried here and then subsequently abandoned, unable to be retrieved by their owners. Over the past two centuries there have been reports of phantoms of various sorts roaming these woods and waters.
The road through Old House Woods near Mathews, Virginia
First of all the name, Old House Woods may seem a bit strange, however for years in the middle of these woods off of Haven Beach Road, there was an old dilapidated house that stood for over a century and was subject of many ghostly encounters. As early as 1798 there have been eye witness accounts of strange happenings in and near this stretch of woods. Travelers on horseback have claimed that their horses were spooked and very fearful as they passed through these woods. Many say that some who entered the house seeking treasure or otherwise, were never seen again. Folks living near the woods would report that their children would return from playing there all day telling tales of seeing many strange things such as ghostly Revolutionary War soldiers, skeleton pirates wielding swords and strange glowing balls of light. Some of the tales prompted local residents to forbid their children from entering those woods, especially at night. The old house burned to the foundation long ago, but the eerie stories continue to this day.
A Favorite Hiding Place for Treasure
The first treasure that was lost according to legend, was that of pirates who were attracted by the allure of the marshy expanse of woodland off of Whites Creek, decided that it would be an excellent place to bury some of their treasure. So they tied up along the banks of the creek and buried their booty there in the woods. It is said that unfortunately for the pirates, they perished at sea in a terrible storm and was never able to retrieve their treasure. However, they return on occasion searching for their lost loot as you will see.
In 1651 after the Battle of Worcester in England, Charles II fled Europe and headed for Jamestown in the new found territories in America to hide. After a fierce storm, his treasure ship mistakenly ended up in the Whites Creek. Deciding to hide Charles' treasures there for safe keeping in that remote stretch of forest, they began unloading the chests from the ship when suddenly they were ambushed and robbed. The perpetrators buried both the chests and the bodies of some of the crew in the woods. However, they were captured and put to death. It is said that the treasure chests of Charles II are still buried somewhere in the woods to this day, guarded by the phantom crew that was buried with it. Many claim that sometimes at night the lanterns and sounds of the phantom robbers who returned for their plunder can be seen and heard in the night digging away in the darkness.
In 1781 during the Revolutionary War when General Cornwallis was fleeing the Patriot advance, it is said that they deposited a large stash of gold and silver coins and other plunder taken from civilians in the Old House Woods. They were never allowed to return to the area after they surrendered and it is believed that the British plunder is still hidden there today. Hence, the sightings of Revolutionary soldiers marching through the Old House Woods.
Ghostly Ships
Long ago during the time when steam ships were taking over in the late 19th century, a fisherman reported that he was fishing just off of the entrance of Whites Creek when a full masted sailing ship appeared coming in from the Chesapeake Bay. Making no sound at all, it moved into the creek. The mysterious ship passed by him and sailed right up onto the beach... and across the shore road into the Old House Woods and it appeared to be floating above the ground!
There have also been reports of a phantom Spanish galleon in full sail floating partially above the trees tops as if they were water. Apparently, the phantom vessel rises out of the White River and sails into the trees. The ship would stop and ghostly pirates would pour over the side of the ship and down onto the ground. The phantom pirates have been seen roaming around as if searching for something and some have been spotted digging in certain spots in the Old House Woods. Many believe these are the pirates who died at sea returning to claim their hidden treasure.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Pappy
()
Date: January 19, 2014 07:03PM
sarah or mary? Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> CPNC Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > 395runner Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > >She is not as benign as the
> > > > story states. There are several documented
> > air
> > > > crashes related to her sudden and
> unexplained
> > > > appearance on active runways, especially
> > during
> > > > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing
> > directly
> > > > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> > > before
> > > > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling
> > too
> > > > fast to stop before hitting her, but not
> > quite
> > > > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > > > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and
> some
> > > > lives. I have personally read several
> > accident
> > > > reports (dated many decades apart)
> involving
> > > this
> > > > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and
> the
> > > > descriptive details about her are
> > frighteningly
> > > > similar in each report. The woman might not
> > be
> > > > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> > > don't
> > > > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> > > doesn't
> > > > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she
> > has
> > > > probably earned herself many, many names
> over
> > > the
> > > > years. She has cost Marine lives, and
> several
> > > > costly aircraft.
> > >
> > > I spent two years stationed off the edge of
> the
> > > ramp extenstion towards the north, the one
> that
> > > the Harriers used for STOL practice and where
> > they
> > > parked the storage F-4s. I never saw an old
> > lady,
> > > but I saw deer dart out in the mornings and
> > late
> > > afternoons when planes got close.
> >
> > I was stationed at CPNC and heard many stories
> > about this. The name of the apparition is Sarah
> > not Mary and there is a grave site on a remote
> > part of the base with a headstone with only the
> > name "Sarah" on it.
>
> her name is sarah she was buried next to her kids
> when the air station was built they seperated them
> so at night she goes on the flightline looking for
> her vchildren.btw im a marine ooh-rah
Kissy skies is the lady who lost her children. My father (retired Marine) told me the story of some lady, I forgot her name, but she had her head scalped or cut off by the Native Americans, who actually used to own all that land before the base, and I've heard that her ghost floats around. Has anyone heard that story?
-------------------------------------------------------
> CPNC Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > 395runner Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > >She is not as benign as the
> > > > story states. There are several documented
> > air
> > > > crashes related to her sudden and
> unexplained
> > > > appearance on active runways, especially
> > during
> > > > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing
> > directly
> > > > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> > > before
> > > > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling
> > too
> > > > fast to stop before hitting her, but not
> > quite
> > > > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > > > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and
> some
> > > > lives. I have personally read several
> > accident
> > > > reports (dated many decades apart)
> involving
> > > this
> > > > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and
> the
> > > > descriptive details about her are
> > frighteningly
> > > > similar in each report. The woman might not
> > be
> > > > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> > > don't
> > > > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> > > doesn't
> > > > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she
> > has
> > > > probably earned herself many, many names
> over
> > > the
> > > > years. She has cost Marine lives, and
> several
> > > > costly aircraft.
> > >
> > > I spent two years stationed off the edge of
> the
> > > ramp extenstion towards the north, the one
> that
> > > the Harriers used for STOL practice and where
> > they
> > > parked the storage F-4s. I never saw an old
> > lady,
> > > but I saw deer dart out in the mornings and
> > late
> > > afternoons when planes got close.
> >
> > I was stationed at CPNC and heard many stories
> > about this. The name of the apparition is Sarah
> > not Mary and there is a grave site on a remote
> > part of the base with a headstone with only the
> > name "Sarah" on it.
>
> her name is sarah she was buried next to her kids
> when the air station was built they seperated them
> so at night she goes on the flightline looking for
> her vchildren.btw im a marine ooh-rah
Kissy skies is the lady who lost her children. My father (retired Marine) told me the story of some lady, I forgot her name, but she had her head scalped or cut off by the Native Americans, who actually used to own all that land before the base, and I've heard that her ghost floats around. Has anyone heard that story?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
JBrown
()
Date: January 19, 2014 07:24PM
Loved reading the story & reading the comments even more....but, I think you guys are confusing the two ghosts. Miss Mary is an elderly lady, Sarah is the lady who lost her chil'ren.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
madeline
()
Date: January 19, 2014 07:25PM
Pappy Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> sarah or mary? Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > CPNC Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > 395runner Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> > > >
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > >
> > > > -----
> > > > >She is not as benign as the
> > > > > story states. There are several
> documented
> > > air
> > > > > crashes related to her sudden and
> > unexplained
> > > > > appearance on active runways, especially
> > > during
> > > > > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing
> > > directly
> > > > > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> > > > before
> > > > > they attain airspeed, when they are
> rolling
> > > too
> > > > > fast to stop before hitting her, but not
> > > quite
> > > > > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > > > > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and
> > some
> > > > > lives. I have personally read several
> > > accident
> > > > > reports (dated many decades apart)
> > involving
> > > > this
> > > > > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and
> > the
> > > > > descriptive details about her are
> > > frighteningly
> > > > > similar in each report. The woman might
> not
> > > be
> > > > > real, but the air crashes certainly are.
> I
> > > > don't
> > > > > recall what they called her, but Miss
> Mary
> > > > doesn't
> > > > > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines,
> she
> > > has
> > > > > probably earned herself many, many names
> > over
> > > > the
> > > > > years. She has cost Marine lives, and
> > several
> > > > > costly aircraft.
> > > >
> > > > I spent two years stationed off the edge of
> > the
> > > > ramp extenstion towards the north, the one
> > that
> > > > the Harriers used for STOL practice and
> where
> > > they
> > > > parked the storage F-4s. I never saw an old
> > > lady,
> > > > but I saw deer dart out in the mornings and
> > > late
> > > > afternoons when planes got close.
> > >
> > > I was stationed at CPNC and heard many
> stories
> > > about this. The name of the apparition is
> Sarah
> > > not Mary and there is a grave site on a
> remote
> > > part of the base with a headstone with only
> the
> > > name "Sarah" on it.
> >
> > her name is sarah she was buried next to her
> kids
> > when the air station was built they seperated
> them
> > so at night she goes on the flightline looking
> for
> > her vchildren.btw im a marine ooh-rah
>
> Kissy skies is the lady who lost her children. My
> father (retired Marine) told me the story of some
> lady, I forgot her name, but she had her head
> scalped or cut off by the Native Americans, who
> actually used to own all that land before the
> base, and I've heard that her ghost floats around.
> Has anyone heard that story?
i live on this base with my sister who is a marine & i am 16 years old. we have encounered many "odd" things going on in our house, ive heard soies about a ladie, i dont quiet remember her name something along the lines of "kissy stokes" ?? any who i heard she was murded wih her kids by her huband a long time ago . some of th graves have been moved to beaufort , however they moved all 3 of her kids, and left hers , making her very mad... and she hunts the marines .
-------------------------------------------------------
> sarah or mary? Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > CPNC Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > 395runner Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> > > >
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > >
> > > > -----
> > > > >She is not as benign as the
> > > > > story states. There are several
> documented
> > > air
> > > > > crashes related to her sudden and
> > unexplained
> > > > > appearance on active runways, especially
> > > during
> > > > > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing
> > > directly
> > > > > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> > > > before
> > > > > they attain airspeed, when they are
> rolling
> > > too
> > > > > fast to stop before hitting her, but not
> > > quite
> > > > > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > > > > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and
> > some
> > > > > lives. I have personally read several
> > > accident
> > > > > reports (dated many decades apart)
> > involving
> > > > this
> > > > > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and
> > the
> > > > > descriptive details about her are
> > > frighteningly
> > > > > similar in each report. The woman might
> not
> > > be
> > > > > real, but the air crashes certainly are.
> I
> > > > don't
> > > > > recall what they called her, but Miss
> Mary
> > > > doesn't
> > > > > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines,
> she
> > > has
> > > > > probably earned herself many, many names
> > over
> > > > the
> > > > > years. She has cost Marine lives, and
> > several
> > > > > costly aircraft.
> > > >
> > > > I spent two years stationed off the edge of
> > the
> > > > ramp extenstion towards the north, the one
> > that
> > > > the Harriers used for STOL practice and
> where
> > > they
> > > > parked the storage F-4s. I never saw an old
> > > lady,
> > > > but I saw deer dart out in the mornings and
> > > late
> > > > afternoons when planes got close.
> > >
> > > I was stationed at CPNC and heard many
> stories
> > > about this. The name of the apparition is
> Sarah
> > > not Mary and there is a grave site on a
> remote
> > > part of the base with a headstone with only
> the
> > > name "Sarah" on it.
> >
> > her name is sarah she was buried next to her
> kids
> > when the air station was built they seperated
> them
> > so at night she goes on the flightline looking
> for
> > her vchildren.btw im a marine ooh-rah
>
> Kissy skies is the lady who lost her children. My
> father (retired Marine) told me the story of some
> lady, I forgot her name, but she had her head
> scalped or cut off by the Native Americans, who
> actually used to own all that land before the
> base, and I've heard that her ghost floats around.
> Has anyone heard that story?
i live on this base with my sister who is a marine & i am 16 years old. we have encounered many "odd" things going on in our house, ive heard soies about a ladie, i dont quiet remember her name something along the lines of "kissy stokes" ?? any who i heard she was murded wih her kids by her huband a long time ago . some of th graves have been moved to beaufort , however they moved all 3 of her kids, and left hers , making her very mad... and she hunts the marines .
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
sgt mac
()
Date: January 19, 2014 07:27PM
395runner Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> >She is not as benign as the
> > story states. There are several documented air
> > crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> > appearance on active runways, especially during
> > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing directly
> > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> before
> > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling too
> > fast to stop before hitting her, but not quite
> > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> > lives. I have personally read several accident
> > reports (dated many decades apart) involving
> this
> > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> > descriptive details about her are frighteningly
> > similar in each report. The woman might not be
> > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> don't
> > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> doesn't
> > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she has
> > probably earned herself many, many names over
> the
> > years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> > costly aircraft.
>
> I spent two years stationed off the edge of the
> ramp extenstion towards the north, the one that
> the Harriers used for STOL practice and where they
> parked the storage F-4s. I never saw an old lady,
> but I saw deer dart out in the mornings and late
> afternoons when planes got close.
While stationed at MCAS Cherry Point in the late '70s, we had several sentries have a problem w/the "Phantom" sneaking up on sentries near the MAWTU, and knocking them out. Any leads/scoop appreciated.
-------------------------------------------------------
> watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> >She is not as benign as the
> > story states. There are several documented air
> > crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> > appearance on active runways, especially during
> > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing directly
> > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> before
> > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling too
> > fast to stop before hitting her, but not quite
> > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> > lives. I have personally read several accident
> > reports (dated many decades apart) involving
> this
> > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> > descriptive details about her are frighteningly
> > similar in each report. The woman might not be
> > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> don't
> > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> doesn't
> > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she has
> > probably earned herself many, many names over
> the
> > years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> > costly aircraft.
>
> I spent two years stationed off the edge of the
> ramp extenstion towards the north, the one that
> the Harriers used for STOL practice and where they
> parked the storage F-4s. I never saw an old lady,
> but I saw deer dart out in the mornings and late
> afternoons when planes got close.
While stationed at MCAS Cherry Point in the late '70s, we had several sentries have a problem w/the "Phantom" sneaking up on sentries near the MAWTU, and knocking them out. Any leads/scoop appreciated.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
randys
()
Date: January 19, 2014 07:36PM
Phantoms of Old House Woods Wrote:
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> Phantoms of Old House Woods near Mathews, Virginia
>
>
> On the eastern U.S. Coast along the shores of
> Virginia just outside of the village of Diggs,
> there lies a stretch of woods that has been the
> center of many paranormal experiences since the
> late 18th century. Legend has it that there are
> several different treasures that were buried here
> and then subsequently abandoned, unable to be
> retrieved by their owners. Over the past two
> centuries there have been reports of phantoms of
> various sorts roaming these woods and waters.
>
> The road through Old House Woods near Mathews,
> Virginia
>
> First of all the name, Old House Woods may seem a
> bit strange, however for years in the middle of
> these woods off of Haven Beach Road, there was an
> old dilapidated house that stood for over a
> century and was subject of many ghostly
> encounters. As early as 1798 there have been eye
> witness accounts of strange happenings in and near
> this stretch of woods. Travelers on horseback
> have claimed that their horses were spooked and
> very fearful as they passed through these woods.
> Many say that some who entered the house seeking
> treasure or otherwise, were never seen again.
> Folks living near the woods would report that
> their children would return from playing there all
> day telling tales of seeing many strange things
> such as ghostly Revolutionary War soldiers,
> skeleton pirates wielding swords and strange
> glowing balls of light. Some of the tales
> prompted local residents to forbid their children
> from entering those woods, especially at night.
> The old house burned to the foundation long ago,
> but the eerie stories continue to this day.
>
> A Favorite Hiding Place for Treasure
>
> The first treasure that was lost according to
> legend, was that of pirates who were attracted by
> the allure of the marshy expanse of woodland off
> of Whites Creek, decided that it would be an
> excellent place to bury some of their treasure.
> So they tied up along the banks of the creek and
> buried their booty there in the woods. It is said
> that unfortunately for the pirates, they perished
> at sea in a terrible storm and was never able to
> retrieve their treasure. However, they return on
> occasion searching for their lost loot as you will
> see.
>
> In 1651 after the Battle of Worcester in England,
> Charles II fled Europe and headed for Jamestown in
> the new found territories in America to hide.
> After a fierce storm, his treasure ship mistakenly
> ended up in the Whites Creek. Deciding to hide
> Charles' treasures there for safe keeping in that
> remote stretch of forest, they began unloading the
> chests from the ship when suddenly they were
> ambushed and robbed. The perpetrators buried both
> the chests and the bodies of some of the crew in
> the woods. However, they were captured and put to
> death. It is said that the treasure chests of
> Charles II are still buried somewhere in the woods
> to this day, guarded by the phantom crew that was
> buried with it. Many claim that sometimes at
> night the lanterns and sounds of the phantom
> robbers who returned for their plunder can be seen
> and heard in the night digging away in the
> darkness.
>
> In 1781 during the Revolutionary War when General
> Cornwallis was fleeing the Patriot advance, it is
> said that they deposited a large stash of gold and
> silver coins and other plunder taken from
> civilians in the Old House Woods. They were never
> allowed to return to the area after they
> surrendered and it is believed that the British
> plunder is still hidden there today. Hence, the
> sightings of Revolutionary soldiers marching
> through the Old House Woods.
>
>
> Ghostly Ships
>
> Long ago during the time when steam ships were
> taking over in the late 19th century, a fisherman
> reported that he was fishing just off of the
> entrance of Whites Creek when a full masted
> sailing ship appeared coming in from the
> Chesapeake Bay. Making no sound at all, it moved
> into the creek. The mysterious ship passed by him
> and sailed right up onto the beach... and across
> the shore road into the Old House Woods and it
> appeared to be floating above the ground!
>
> There have also been reports of a phantom Spanish
> galleon in full sail floating partially above the
> trees tops as if they were water. Apparently, the
> phantom vessel rises out of the White River and
> sails into the trees. The ship would stop and
> ghostly pirates would pour over the side of the
> ship and down onto the ground. The phantom
> pirates have been seen roaming around as if
> searching for something and some have been spotted
> digging in certain spots in the Old House Woods.
> Many believe these are the pirates who died at sea
> returning to claim their hidden treasure.
i grew up hearin thse stories when i was growing up. never seen one tho
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> Phantoms of Old House Woods near Mathews, Virginia
>
>
> On the eastern U.S. Coast along the shores of
> Virginia just outside of the village of Diggs,
> there lies a stretch of woods that has been the
> center of many paranormal experiences since the
> late 18th century. Legend has it that there are
> several different treasures that were buried here
> and then subsequently abandoned, unable to be
> retrieved by their owners. Over the past two
> centuries there have been reports of phantoms of
> various sorts roaming these woods and waters.
>
> The road through Old House Woods near Mathews,
> Virginia
>
> First of all the name, Old House Woods may seem a
> bit strange, however for years in the middle of
> these woods off of Haven Beach Road, there was an
> old dilapidated house that stood for over a
> century and was subject of many ghostly
> encounters. As early as 1798 there have been eye
> witness accounts of strange happenings in and near
> this stretch of woods. Travelers on horseback
> have claimed that their horses were spooked and
> very fearful as they passed through these woods.
> Many say that some who entered the house seeking
> treasure or otherwise, were never seen again.
> Folks living near the woods would report that
> their children would return from playing there all
> day telling tales of seeing many strange things
> such as ghostly Revolutionary War soldiers,
> skeleton pirates wielding swords and strange
> glowing balls of light. Some of the tales
> prompted local residents to forbid their children
> from entering those woods, especially at night.
> The old house burned to the foundation long ago,
> but the eerie stories continue to this day.
>
> A Favorite Hiding Place for Treasure
>
> The first treasure that was lost according to
> legend, was that of pirates who were attracted by
> the allure of the marshy expanse of woodland off
> of Whites Creek, decided that it would be an
> excellent place to bury some of their treasure.
> So they tied up along the banks of the creek and
> buried their booty there in the woods. It is said
> that unfortunately for the pirates, they perished
> at sea in a terrible storm and was never able to
> retrieve their treasure. However, they return on
> occasion searching for their lost loot as you will
> see.
>
> In 1651 after the Battle of Worcester in England,
> Charles II fled Europe and headed for Jamestown in
> the new found territories in America to hide.
> After a fierce storm, his treasure ship mistakenly
> ended up in the Whites Creek. Deciding to hide
> Charles' treasures there for safe keeping in that
> remote stretch of forest, they began unloading the
> chests from the ship when suddenly they were
> ambushed and robbed. The perpetrators buried both
> the chests and the bodies of some of the crew in
> the woods. However, they were captured and put to
> death. It is said that the treasure chests of
> Charles II are still buried somewhere in the woods
> to this day, guarded by the phantom crew that was
> buried with it. Many claim that sometimes at
> night the lanterns and sounds of the phantom
> robbers who returned for their plunder can be seen
> and heard in the night digging away in the
> darkness.
>
> In 1781 during the Revolutionary War when General
> Cornwallis was fleeing the Patriot advance, it is
> said that they deposited a large stash of gold and
> silver coins and other plunder taken from
> civilians in the Old House Woods. They were never
> allowed to return to the area after they
> surrendered and it is believed that the British
> plunder is still hidden there today. Hence, the
> sightings of Revolutionary soldiers marching
> through the Old House Woods.
>
>
> Ghostly Ships
>
> Long ago during the time when steam ships were
> taking over in the late 19th century, a fisherman
> reported that he was fishing just off of the
> entrance of Whites Creek when a full masted
> sailing ship appeared coming in from the
> Chesapeake Bay. Making no sound at all, it moved
> into the creek. The mysterious ship passed by him
> and sailed right up onto the beach... and across
> the shore road into the Old House Woods and it
> appeared to be floating above the ground!
>
> There have also been reports of a phantom Spanish
> galleon in full sail floating partially above the
> trees tops as if they were water. Apparently, the
> phantom vessel rises out of the White River and
> sails into the trees. The ship would stop and
> ghostly pirates would pour over the side of the
> ship and down onto the ground. The phantom
> pirates have been seen roaming around as if
> searching for something and some have been spotted
> digging in certain spots in the Old House Woods.
> Many believe these are the pirates who died at sea
> returning to claim their hidden treasure.
i grew up hearin thse stories when i was growing up. never seen one tho
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Massanutten Military Academy
()
Date: January 20, 2014 04:55AM
I was at Massanutten Military Academy as a cadet for summer school and I saw some ghost sightings on the fourth floor of benchoff hall and Harrison hall.... Also I heard voices and saw stuff in the basement of Sperry hall (under the former quartermaster) I believe they are more like evil spirits than ghosts because when they are sighted it feels ice cold and you feel like your soul is being dragged out of your body.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Hugh
()
Date: January 20, 2014 05:19AM
This didn't happen in Fairfax, but I thought it would be worth the read. I live in Clarksville Md. Some of the houses here were built in the late 1700's. Anyway I was walking down Great Star Drive when my dog started to bark and my child started to wave at what looked like a Civil War reenactor. As he approached us we could see that his shoes were worn and he had only a rope for his belt. He was mumbling to himself ''pants on the ground pants on the ground looking like a fool with your pants on the ground'' and then he suddenly disappeared. Creepy.
The Ghost Children of Colross
Posted by:
Colross House in Alexadria VA
()
Date: January 21, 2014 09:11AM
The Ghost Children of Colross
Ghostly sounds of children at play and a vault lock that never rusted nor stayed locked for more than a day or so are at the heart of this story which takes place at Colross, one of the largest and most beautiful houses ever built in Alexadria, Virginia.
It once occupied an entire city block and was surrounded by a very old brick wall ten feet in height. It was said that the ghost of a bounty hunter and at least two Civil War deserters shot in front of the wall haunt the grounds. But our story is far more tragic in that it was the lives of two children that were taken and the ghosts of those same children that haunted Colross.
in the 1850's a colonial patriot named George Mason won the house in a game of cards. Mason moved into the house with his wife and two young children, William and Ann. Reports vary as to how young William ended up in the chicken coop. Some say he was hiding during a game og hide and seek. Other claim it came up a storm and he ran to the coop for shelter. What is known is that a gust of wind toppled the chicken coop, killing William instantly. The Masons were devestated, but none more than Ann. She never recovered from the loss of her brother, and soon after drowned in the bathtub. Both children were intered in a vault on the grounds. George Mason and his wife, having lost both of their children, left Colross never to return.
Almost immediately, new owners of Colross reported hearing young children playing on the grounds of the house even when there were no children around. It was occuring so often (almost daily) that the owners had trouble retaining servants. Some have claimed to see two children, a boy and a girl, laughing or singing in the yard. Always dressed in pre-Civil War clothes.
A side oddity of this story is the large iron lock to the vault that held the bodies of the children. Even though the lock was exposed to the elements for over seventy five years, the lock never rusted. It was always in perfect condition. Whats more, is that according to Mrs Smoot, an owner of Colross, the lock would never stay locked for more that three days. There was only one key, and that was with Mrs Smoots father. He would lock the vault himself, but three days later the lock would be open. It wasn't broken, it would just... open.
Was the ghosts of William and Ann opening the lock to play in the yard that had brought them happiness before their untimely ends? Sadly, the house has been moved to New Jersey and the vault with its mystery lock was destroyed. The bodies of the two children moved to a cemetery in the area. No one has seen or heard from the Mason children since. Perhaps they are finally at peace.
Ghostly sounds of children at play and a vault lock that never rusted nor stayed locked for more than a day or so are at the heart of this story which takes place at Colross, one of the largest and most beautiful houses ever built in Alexadria, Virginia.
It once occupied an entire city block and was surrounded by a very old brick wall ten feet in height. It was said that the ghost of a bounty hunter and at least two Civil War deserters shot in front of the wall haunt the grounds. But our story is far more tragic in that it was the lives of two children that were taken and the ghosts of those same children that haunted Colross.
in the 1850's a colonial patriot named George Mason won the house in a game of cards. Mason moved into the house with his wife and two young children, William and Ann. Reports vary as to how young William ended up in the chicken coop. Some say he was hiding during a game og hide and seek. Other claim it came up a storm and he ran to the coop for shelter. What is known is that a gust of wind toppled the chicken coop, killing William instantly. The Masons were devestated, but none more than Ann. She never recovered from the loss of her brother, and soon after drowned in the bathtub. Both children were intered in a vault on the grounds. George Mason and his wife, having lost both of their children, left Colross never to return.
Almost immediately, new owners of Colross reported hearing young children playing on the grounds of the house even when there were no children around. It was occuring so often (almost daily) that the owners had trouble retaining servants. Some have claimed to see two children, a boy and a girl, laughing or singing in the yard. Always dressed in pre-Civil War clothes.
A side oddity of this story is the large iron lock to the vault that held the bodies of the children. Even though the lock was exposed to the elements for over seventy five years, the lock never rusted. It was always in perfect condition. Whats more, is that according to Mrs Smoot, an owner of Colross, the lock would never stay locked for more that three days. There was only one key, and that was with Mrs Smoots father. He would lock the vault himself, but three days later the lock would be open. It wasn't broken, it would just... open.
Was the ghosts of William and Ann opening the lock to play in the yard that had brought them happiness before their untimely ends? Sadly, the house has been moved to New Jersey and the vault with its mystery lock was destroyed. The bodies of the two children moved to a cemetery in the area. No one has seen or heard from the Mason children since. Perhaps they are finally at peace.
The Ghost of The Sea Captains Wife
Posted by:
The Ghost of The Sea Captains Wi
()
Date: January 21, 2014 09:13AM
The Ghost of The Sea Captains Wife
Love is a peculiar thing. It does not come easy and when it leaves, it can take a persons heart with it. Sometimes it causes an otherwise rational person to do the most unrational things. Take, for example, the story of the ghost of a sea captains wife and the tragedy that took place in what is now Alexandria, Virginia...
The story takes place sometime in the 1700's in what is now Braddock Hill. A sea captain and his wife lived on the hill. When the captain was not on a long voyage across the seas, he and his wife lived a secluded life. The rest of the townsfolk, unable to except that some people are happier by themselves, spread rumors that the couple practiced witchcraft and possibly were cannibals (a habit the people were sure the captain had picked up on a trip to Africa).
For their part, the couple were content with letting people think whatever they wanted. They were in love and only too happy spending their days in each others company. When the captain did sail off on a trip, he swore to his wife that he would indeed return to her. While he was away, the wife would spend her time gardening. When the time grew near for him to return, she waited at the top of the hill for his ship to sail into view.
On one trip however, the captain became sick and had to stay in Europe to recover. Another officer brought his ship home. When the captains wife saw thatr he did not get off the ship when it docked, she became alarmed. When she saw someone walking up the hill towards her she assumed her husband was dead and rushed into her garden where she shot herself before she got word that he was alive and only sick.
It has been reported time and time again that the ghost of a woman with dark hair and a cloak thrown over one shoulder standing at the top of the hill looking out over the water. When spoken to, she vanishes into thin air. Why wouldn't her ghost be looking for her husband to return? After all, he promised he would.
Love is a peculiar thing. It does not come easy and when it leaves, it can take a persons heart with it. Sometimes it causes an otherwise rational person to do the most unrational things. Take, for example, the story of the ghost of a sea captains wife and the tragedy that took place in what is now Alexandria, Virginia...
The story takes place sometime in the 1700's in what is now Braddock Hill. A sea captain and his wife lived on the hill. When the captain was not on a long voyage across the seas, he and his wife lived a secluded life. The rest of the townsfolk, unable to except that some people are happier by themselves, spread rumors that the couple practiced witchcraft and possibly were cannibals (a habit the people were sure the captain had picked up on a trip to Africa).
For their part, the couple were content with letting people think whatever they wanted. They were in love and only too happy spending their days in each others company. When the captain did sail off on a trip, he swore to his wife that he would indeed return to her. While he was away, the wife would spend her time gardening. When the time grew near for him to return, she waited at the top of the hill for his ship to sail into view.
On one trip however, the captain became sick and had to stay in Europe to recover. Another officer brought his ship home. When the captains wife saw thatr he did not get off the ship when it docked, she became alarmed. When she saw someone walking up the hill towards her she assumed her husband was dead and rushed into her garden where she shot herself before she got word that he was alive and only sick.
It has been reported time and time again that the ghost of a woman with dark hair and a cloak thrown over one shoulder standing at the top of the hill looking out over the water. When spoken to, she vanishes into thin air. Why wouldn't her ghost be looking for her husband to return? After all, he promised he would.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Dottie
()
Date: January 21, 2014 09:19AM
I really love reading these stories please keep them coming! I've always been interested in the paranormal, and many of these are quite fascinating and some are touching. I have a story that comes from my mother. She was an LVN who worked at a hospital downtown when she first became a nurse, but I forget what unit she was working on at the time. It's not as scary as some of the ones I've read here, but here goes:
My mother was working night shift and was walking down the hall with several other nurses when all of a sudden, plain as day, they see a lady crawling down the hallway with an evil smile on her face. She was crawling because she was missing a leg, and appeared to be wearing a hospital gown, but not one that they used in that hospital at the time. The halls were not kept too bright, so one of the nurses had a flashlight and flashed it towards the lady. They all saw the same thing, and freaked! They decided to follow her, since she made a turn into another hallway, but after they turned the corner, she was nowhere to be found, and it was impossible for her to go anywhere, because the only place after the turn was a door that to a stairwell that was always kept locked. There was absolutely no way she could have gone in there without the sound of that door opening, but it was locked anyway. This lady had completely VANISHED, and I don't think they ever saw her again.
Pretty creepy, huh?
My mother was working night shift and was walking down the hall with several other nurses when all of a sudden, plain as day, they see a lady crawling down the hallway with an evil smile on her face. She was crawling because she was missing a leg, and appeared to be wearing a hospital gown, but not one that they used in that hospital at the time. The halls were not kept too bright, so one of the nurses had a flashlight and flashed it towards the lady. They all saw the same thing, and freaked! They decided to follow her, since she made a turn into another hallway, but after they turned the corner, she was nowhere to be found, and it was impossible for her to go anywhere, because the only place after the turn was a door that to a stairwell that was always kept locked. There was absolutely no way she could have gone in there without the sound of that door opening, but it was locked anyway. This lady had completely VANISHED, and I don't think they ever saw her again.
Pretty creepy, huh?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Tee
()
Date: January 21, 2014 09:22AM
bluenavy Wrote:
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> Peanuts Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Blue navy, I hear the same kind of noises
> coming
> > from the fans in my bedrooms. Sounds like a
> radio
> > as well as people talking, or just different
> kinds
> > of music. Once I heard a voice say my name
> through
> > a bedroom fan. And for those who claim that our
> > brains just interpret white noise as words,
> > explain this...one night the fan next to my bed
> > was "talking" and next thing I know it got
> louder
> > and louder and then the radio next to the fan
> > turned itself on and picked up where the fan
> left
> > off. The alarm was set to go off but not for
> > several more hours.
>
> Once we moved we never heard it again thank god!
THis isn't exactly the same, but we keep a fan in our room at night for white noise. It helps us sleep. Anyway, since we moved into our new to us house about a year ago. I can hear music playing in the middle of the night if the fan is running. It's really strange. We always used the same fan at our old house and never experienced this. It doesn't happen every night, but it does happen often enough for me to notice. I've been woken @ 3am to the distant sound of music and muffled laughter only to get up, go outside and find nothing but the churping of the crickets. There were no TV's on in my house or radios. It still freaks me out when it happens. I have summed it up to the some residual energy in this area from long ago. Who knows. But my house is only 5 yrs old. We did find a funny looking rock in our backyard though that looks exactly like a tombstone with a simple Cross etched into the stone, nothing more. Spooky. Who knows what this land has seen.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Peanuts Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Blue navy, I hear the same kind of noises
> coming
> > from the fans in my bedrooms. Sounds like a
> radio
> > as well as people talking, or just different
> kinds
> > of music. Once I heard a voice say my name
> through
> > a bedroom fan. And for those who claim that our
> > brains just interpret white noise as words,
> > explain this...one night the fan next to my bed
> > was "talking" and next thing I know it got
> louder
> > and louder and then the radio next to the fan
> > turned itself on and picked up where the fan
> left
> > off. The alarm was set to go off but not for
> > several more hours.
>
> Once we moved we never heard it again thank god!
THis isn't exactly the same, but we keep a fan in our room at night for white noise. It helps us sleep. Anyway, since we moved into our new to us house about a year ago. I can hear music playing in the middle of the night if the fan is running. It's really strange. We always used the same fan at our old house and never experienced this. It doesn't happen every night, but it does happen often enough for me to notice. I've been woken @ 3am to the distant sound of music and muffled laughter only to get up, go outside and find nothing but the churping of the crickets. There were no TV's on in my house or radios. It still freaks me out when it happens. I have summed it up to the some residual energy in this area from long ago. Who knows. But my house is only 5 yrs old. We did find a funny looking rock in our backyard though that looks exactly like a tombstone with a simple Cross etched into the stone, nothing more. Spooky. Who knows what this land has seen.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Penny
()
Date: January 21, 2014 09:32AM
That's really something. My son was always sensitive when it came to strange stuff. When we used to live in our mobile home several years ago, my husband and I always heard a T.V. or music on (it was some kind of noise) whenever the heater/air conditioner was running, but we only heard it at night when we were going to bed. But when the heater/air conditioner would shut off, we wouldn't hear it anymore. It was very strange, along with all the other strange things my son (who was between 2-3 years old at the time) would see. He started one evening, running from his room into the living room where we were at, saying there were people in his room. He seemed a little scared when he told us, so of course, we got up to investigate, but nothing. A few months later, he would talk about the three little boys who lived in his room, and would play with him. He said they would come out of his wall. He even told me their names. Now that was creepy. But over time that stopped, and we moved out of there when he was 5. Several months ago, I asked him if he remembers the little boys and he said yes, but seemed like he didn't want to talk about it, so I left it alone. But he did mention (which he never told me this before) the nightmares he used to have while living there. He said he had a nightmare of seeing the devil outside his bedroom window and came into his room. He also told me that sometimes at night he would feel his bed shake. I was STUNNED!! And also very glad that we're not living there anymore! Sometime I felt strange in the house, but never saw anything. But I also truly believe something was there that was not supposed to be.
Now we're living in a different house, and have been there for over two years. My son is now 10 and hadn't talked about seeing or hearing anything strange until a few months ago. He could have been dreaming this, but he said that one Saturday morning when he was sleeping, he heard a man's voice whisper "wake up", and he said it sounded like it was right in his face. He said as soon as he heard that, he woke up but there was no one there. It wasn't my husband either. That really freaked me out!
Now we're living in a different house, and have been there for over two years. My son is now 10 and hadn't talked about seeing or hearing anything strange until a few months ago. He could have been dreaming this, but he said that one Saturday morning when he was sleeping, he heard a man's voice whisper "wake up", and he said it sounded like it was right in his face. He said as soon as he heard that, he woke up but there was no one there. It wasn't my husband either. That really freaked me out!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Insidious
()
Date: January 21, 2014 09:46AM
Penny Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> That's really something. My son was always
> sensitive when it came to strange stuff. When we
> used to live in our mobile home several years ago,
> my husband and I always heard a T.V. or music on
> (it was some kind of noise) whenever the
> heater/air conditioner was running, but we only
> heard it at night when we were going to bed. But
> when the heater/air conditioner would shut off, we
> wouldn't hear it anymore. It was very strange,
> along with all the other strange things my son
> (who was between 2-3 years old at the time) would
> see. He started one evening, running from his room
> into the living room where we were at, saying
> there were people in his room. He seemed a little
> scared when he told us, so of course, we got up to
> investigate, but nothing. A few months later, he
> would talk about the three little boys who lived
> in his room, and would play with him. He said they
> would come out of his wall. He even told me their
> names. Now that was creepy. But over time that
> stopped, and we moved out of there when he was 5.
> Several months ago, I asked him if he remembers
> the little boys and he said yes, but seemed like
> he didn't want to talk about it, so I left it
> alone. But he did mention (which he never told me
> this before) the nightmares he used to have while
> living there. He said he had a nightmare of seeing
> the devil outside his bedroom window and came into
> his room. He also told me that sometimes at night
> he would feel his bed shake. I was STUNNED!! And
> also very glad that we're not living there
> anymore! Sometime I felt strange in the house, but
> never saw anything. But I also truly believe
> something was there that was not supposed to be.
>
> Now we're living in a different house, and have
> been there for over two years. My son is now 10
> and hadn't talked about seeing or hearing anything
> strange until a few months ago. He could have been
> dreaming this, but he said that one Saturday
> morning when he was sleeping, he heard a man's
> voice whisper "wake up", and he said it sounded
> like it was right in his face. He said as soon as
> he heard that, he woke up but there was no one
> there. It wasn't my husband either. That really
> freaked me out!
Just FYI, demonic or evil spirits often don't "haunt" a house, they haunt people. So, when a person moves away from the "haunted" house, often it starts again in the new house. I don't want to frighten you, I certainly do not want to say that the being bothering your son was demonic, because I have no idea. Just thought it would be worth your keeping your eyes and ears open, and perhaps he will open up to you more.
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> That's really something. My son was always
> sensitive when it came to strange stuff. When we
> used to live in our mobile home several years ago,
> my husband and I always heard a T.V. or music on
> (it was some kind of noise) whenever the
> heater/air conditioner was running, but we only
> heard it at night when we were going to bed. But
> when the heater/air conditioner would shut off, we
> wouldn't hear it anymore. It was very strange,
> along with all the other strange things my son
> (who was between 2-3 years old at the time) would
> see. He started one evening, running from his room
> into the living room where we were at, saying
> there were people in his room. He seemed a little
> scared when he told us, so of course, we got up to
> investigate, but nothing. A few months later, he
> would talk about the three little boys who lived
> in his room, and would play with him. He said they
> would come out of his wall. He even told me their
> names. Now that was creepy. But over time that
> stopped, and we moved out of there when he was 5.
> Several months ago, I asked him if he remembers
> the little boys and he said yes, but seemed like
> he didn't want to talk about it, so I left it
> alone. But he did mention (which he never told me
> this before) the nightmares he used to have while
> living there. He said he had a nightmare of seeing
> the devil outside his bedroom window and came into
> his room. He also told me that sometimes at night
> he would feel his bed shake. I was STUNNED!! And
> also very glad that we're not living there
> anymore! Sometime I felt strange in the house, but
> never saw anything. But I also truly believe
> something was there that was not supposed to be.
>
> Now we're living in a different house, and have
> been there for over two years. My son is now 10
> and hadn't talked about seeing or hearing anything
> strange until a few months ago. He could have been
> dreaming this, but he said that one Saturday
> morning when he was sleeping, he heard a man's
> voice whisper "wake up", and he said it sounded
> like it was right in his face. He said as soon as
> he heard that, he woke up but there was no one
> there. It wasn't my husband either. That really
> freaked me out!
Just FYI, demonic or evil spirits often don't "haunt" a house, they haunt people. So, when a person moves away from the "haunted" house, often it starts again in the new house. I don't want to frighten you, I certainly do not want to say that the being bothering your son was demonic, because I have no idea. Just thought it would be worth your keeping your eyes and ears open, and perhaps he will open up to you more.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
me too
()
Date: January 21, 2014 09:47AM
Tee Wrote:
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> bluenavy Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Peanuts Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Blue navy, I hear the same kind of noises
> > coming
> > > from the fans in my bedrooms. Sounds like a
> > radio
> > > as well as people talking, or just different
> > kinds
> > > of music. Once I heard a voice say my name
> > through
> > > a bedroom fan. And for those who claim that
> our
> > > brains just interpret white noise as words,
> > > explain this...one night the fan next to my
> bed
> > > was "talking" and next thing I know it got
> > louder
> > > and louder and then the radio next to the fan
> > > turned itself on and picked up where the fan
> > left
> > > off. The alarm was set to go off but not for
> > > several more hours.
> >
> > Once we moved we never heard it again thank
> god!
>
> THis isn't exactly the same, but we keep a fan in
> our room at night for white noise. It helps us
> sleep. Anyway, since we moved into our new to us
> house about a year ago. I can hear music playing
> in the middle of the night if the fan is running.
> It's really strange. We always used the same fan
> at our old house and never experienced this. It
> doesn't happen every night, but it does happen
> often enough for me to notice. I've been woken @
> 3am to the distant sound of music and muffled
> laughter only to get up, go outside and find
> nothing but the churping of the crickets. There
> were no TV's on in my house or radios. It still
> freaks me out when it happens. I have summed it up
> to the some residual energy in this area from long
> ago. Who knows. But my house is only 5 yrs old. We
> did find a funny looking rock in our backyard
> though that looks exactly like a tombstone with a
> simple Cross etched into the stone, nothing more.
> Spooky. Who knows what this land has seen.
I often hear music at night. I can't never quite make it out, we also use a fan, but it is there none the less. I live in a haunted house, but this music thing is new in the past 6 months or so.
I have heard my name called as I am trying to fall asleep. Only once could I put a name to the voice. Some years ago in 2002, I heard my dad call my name. It was just as loud and clear as if he was in the room standing next to my bed. He was estranged from the entire family, long story. I found out 2 weeks later, that was the day he died. So I feel like some part of him was trying to apologize - at least that is the most pleasant thought for me. In his death his mind cleared and he was trying to reach out one last time.
This music thing is really irksome at times, keeps me awake. I can never tell from which direction it is coming, it's almost if I start to really pay attention, it quiets down. Weird.
Blessings
-------------------------------------------------------
> bluenavy Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Peanuts Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Blue navy, I hear the same kind of noises
> > coming
> > > from the fans in my bedrooms. Sounds like a
> > radio
> > > as well as people talking, or just different
> > kinds
> > > of music. Once I heard a voice say my name
> > through
> > > a bedroom fan. And for those who claim that
> our
> > > brains just interpret white noise as words,
> > > explain this...one night the fan next to my
> bed
> > > was "talking" and next thing I know it got
> > louder
> > > and louder and then the radio next to the fan
> > > turned itself on and picked up where the fan
> > left
> > > off. The alarm was set to go off but not for
> > > several more hours.
> >
> > Once we moved we never heard it again thank
> god!
>
> THis isn't exactly the same, but we keep a fan in
> our room at night for white noise. It helps us
> sleep. Anyway, since we moved into our new to us
> house about a year ago. I can hear music playing
> in the middle of the night if the fan is running.
> It's really strange. We always used the same fan
> at our old house and never experienced this. It
> doesn't happen every night, but it does happen
> often enough for me to notice. I've been woken @
> 3am to the distant sound of music and muffled
> laughter only to get up, go outside and find
> nothing but the churping of the crickets. There
> were no TV's on in my house or radios. It still
> freaks me out when it happens. I have summed it up
> to the some residual energy in this area from long
> ago. Who knows. But my house is only 5 yrs old. We
> did find a funny looking rock in our backyard
> though that looks exactly like a tombstone with a
> simple Cross etched into the stone, nothing more.
> Spooky. Who knows what this land has seen.
I often hear music at night. I can't never quite make it out, we also use a fan, but it is there none the less. I live in a haunted house, but this music thing is new in the past 6 months or so.
I have heard my name called as I am trying to fall asleep. Only once could I put a name to the voice. Some years ago in 2002, I heard my dad call my name. It was just as loud and clear as if he was in the room standing next to my bed. He was estranged from the entire family, long story. I found out 2 weeks later, that was the day he died. So I feel like some part of him was trying to apologize - at least that is the most pleasant thought for me. In his death his mind cleared and he was trying to reach out one last time.
This music thing is really irksome at times, keeps me awake. I can never tell from which direction it is coming, it's almost if I start to really pay attention, it quiets down. Weird.
Blessings
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
scrubs
()
Date: January 21, 2014 09:51AM
Several years ago, I worked as a manager in a nursing home. We had resident paired up as room mates in rooms. There was this one little old lady who was absolutely EVIL. She offered poop balls to surveyers as chocolates, she hit and scratched the staff routinely and she complained about her care constantly. This lady was just as bad as they come. Her roommate, on the otherhand was just as sweet as sweet could be. Well one morning her roommate started screaming hysterically, "Not me, not me! It's not MY time, you don't want ME!!! NO, NO, NO!!!!" We went into her room to find out what was going on, only to find the mean little old lady dying in the bed beside her. When we asked the mean little old lady's roommate what happened, why she was screaming, she said she saw demons taking the crazy mean little old lady away, and they tried to take her. Fast forward one month later... The sweet little old lady roommate died just as peacefully as could be. CRAZY!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Old Mum
()
Date: January 21, 2014 09:56AM
me too Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Tee Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > bluenavy Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Peanuts Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > Blue navy, I hear the same kind of noises
> > > coming
> > > > from the fans in my bedrooms. Sounds like a
> > > radio
> > > > as well as people talking, or just
> different
> > > kinds
> > > > of music. Once I heard a voice say my name
> > > through
> > > > a bedroom fan. And for those who claim that
> > our
> > > > brains just interpret white noise as words,
> > > > explain this...one night the fan next to my
> > bed
> > > > was "talking" and next thing I know it got
> > > louder
> > > > and louder and then the radio next to the
> fan
> > > > turned itself on and picked up where the
> fan
> > > left
> > > > off. The alarm was set to go off but not
> for
> > > > several more hours.
> > >
> > > Once we moved we never heard it again thank
> > god!
> >
> > THis isn't exactly the same, but we keep a fan
> in
> > our room at night for white noise. It helps us
> > sleep. Anyway, since we moved into our new to
> us
> > house about a year ago. I can hear music
> playing
> > in the middle of the night if the fan is
> running.
> > It's really strange. We always used the same
> fan
> > at our old house and never experienced this. It
> > doesn't happen every night, but it does happen
> > often enough for me to notice. I've been woken
> @
> > 3am to the distant sound of music and muffled
> > laughter only to get up, go outside and find
> > nothing but the churping of the crickets. There
> > were no TV's on in my house or radios. It still
> > freaks me out when it happens. I have summed it
> up
> > to the some residual energy in this area from
> long
> > ago. Who knows. But my house is only 5 yrs old.
> We
> > did find a funny looking rock in our backyard
> > though that looks exactly like a tombstone with
> a
> > simple Cross etched into the stone, nothing
> more.
> > Spooky. Who knows what this land has seen.
>
>
> I often hear music at night. I can't never quite
> make it out, we also use a fan, but it is there
> none the less. I live in a haunted house, but this
> music thing is new in the past 6 months or so.
>
> I have heard my name called as I am trying to fall
> asleep. Only once could I put a name to the voice.
> Some years ago in 2002, I heard my dad call my
> name. It was just as loud and clear as if he was
> in the room standing next to my bed. He was
> estranged from the entire family, long story. I
> found out 2 weeks later, that was the day he died.
> So I feel like some part of him was trying to
> apologize - at least that is the most pleasant
> thought for me. In his death his mind cleared and
> he was trying to reach out one last time.
>
> This music thing is really irksome at times, keeps
> me awake. I can never tell from which direction it
> is coming, it's almost if I start to really pay
> attention, it quiets down. Weird.
>
> Blessings
I have also heard music while sleeping at night. We use a fan but that actually muffles it for me. The quieter the night the more I can hear it. I mentioned it to my hubby and he thought I was nuts. So I just keep it to myself.
Also have you ever heard your name or anything else being said while you are starting to fall asleep. I never mentioned it to anyone for years and one day my brother in-law said it happened to him one night.
It sounds like it is coming internally from me and not from another part of the house. It is in a sharp tone like a parent scolding a child. It usually occurs when I am down or thinking about something sad.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Tee Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > bluenavy Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Peanuts Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > Blue navy, I hear the same kind of noises
> > > coming
> > > > from the fans in my bedrooms. Sounds like a
> > > radio
> > > > as well as people talking, or just
> different
> > > kinds
> > > > of music. Once I heard a voice say my name
> > > through
> > > > a bedroom fan. And for those who claim that
> > our
> > > > brains just interpret white noise as words,
> > > > explain this...one night the fan next to my
> > bed
> > > > was "talking" and next thing I know it got
> > > louder
> > > > and louder and then the radio next to the
> fan
> > > > turned itself on and picked up where the
> fan
> > > left
> > > > off. The alarm was set to go off but not
> for
> > > > several more hours.
> > >
> > > Once we moved we never heard it again thank
> > god!
> >
> > THis isn't exactly the same, but we keep a fan
> in
> > our room at night for white noise. It helps us
> > sleep. Anyway, since we moved into our new to
> us
> > house about a year ago. I can hear music
> playing
> > in the middle of the night if the fan is
> running.
> > It's really strange. We always used the same
> fan
> > at our old house and never experienced this. It
> > doesn't happen every night, but it does happen
> > often enough for me to notice. I've been woken
> @
> > 3am to the distant sound of music and muffled
> > laughter only to get up, go outside and find
> > nothing but the churping of the crickets. There
> > were no TV's on in my house or radios. It still
> > freaks me out when it happens. I have summed it
> up
> > to the some residual energy in this area from
> long
> > ago. Who knows. But my house is only 5 yrs old.
> We
> > did find a funny looking rock in our backyard
> > though that looks exactly like a tombstone with
> a
> > simple Cross etched into the stone, nothing
> more.
> > Spooky. Who knows what this land has seen.
>
>
> I often hear music at night. I can't never quite
> make it out, we also use a fan, but it is there
> none the less. I live in a haunted house, but this
> music thing is new in the past 6 months or so.
>
> I have heard my name called as I am trying to fall
> asleep. Only once could I put a name to the voice.
> Some years ago in 2002, I heard my dad call my
> name. It was just as loud and clear as if he was
> in the room standing next to my bed. He was
> estranged from the entire family, long story. I
> found out 2 weeks later, that was the day he died.
> So I feel like some part of him was trying to
> apologize - at least that is the most pleasant
> thought for me. In his death his mind cleared and
> he was trying to reach out one last time.
>
> This music thing is really irksome at times, keeps
> me awake. I can never tell from which direction it
> is coming, it's almost if I start to really pay
> attention, it quiets down. Weird.
>
> Blessings
I have also heard music while sleeping at night. We use a fan but that actually muffles it for me. The quieter the night the more I can hear it. I mentioned it to my hubby and he thought I was nuts. So I just keep it to myself.
Also have you ever heard your name or anything else being said while you are starting to fall asleep. I never mentioned it to anyone for years and one day my brother in-law said it happened to him one night.
It sounds like it is coming internally from me and not from another part of the house. It is in a sharp tone like a parent scolding a child. It usually occurs when I am down or thinking about something sad.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
RubyV
()
Date: January 21, 2014 10:02AM
years ago, i worked with a nurse who was in an abusive marriage. for some reason, she picked me of all the nurses in our unit to be her confidante. (perhaps because i, too am a domestic violence survivor.) i was working the night shift; i had two icu patients in a double room at the end of the hall. it was about 4 in the morning, and i was sitting in the room charting and watching my demented little old lady try to pull out her lines, tubes, etc. nancy came into the room and began speaking to me.
"i just wanted to tell you thank you," she said. "thanks for letting me vent, and thanks for letting me know i'm not the only person who was ever stupid enough to get into a situation like this."
"what are you doing here at 4am? you're not supposed to be to work until 7!"
"i wanted to tell you thank you and goodbye," she said. i thought that was pretty weird, but about that moment my little old lady managed to get her hand wrapped around her chest tube and gave it enough of a yank to pull it out. nancy pushed the code light for me, and then i was so busy i lost track of her. she wasn't in the room when we were staunching the bleeding, doing a stat chest x-ray and placing a new chest tube. and she didn't show up at 7am to relieve me. i ended up staying until 11.
by the time i went home that morning, we'd tried to call nancy several times to find out why she wasn't at work. strangely, i didn't tell anyone about her visit at 4. i'm not sure why i didn't, i just didn't. it didn't seem right somehow. and afterward, when i was sitting in the church at her funeral, i was really, truly glad i hadn't said anything. you see, when she visited me at 4 am, she was already dead.
"i just wanted to tell you thank you," she said. "thanks for letting me vent, and thanks for letting me know i'm not the only person who was ever stupid enough to get into a situation like this."
"what are you doing here at 4am? you're not supposed to be to work until 7!"
"i wanted to tell you thank you and goodbye," she said. i thought that was pretty weird, but about that moment my little old lady managed to get her hand wrapped around her chest tube and gave it enough of a yank to pull it out. nancy pushed the code light for me, and then i was so busy i lost track of her. she wasn't in the room when we were staunching the bleeding, doing a stat chest x-ray and placing a new chest tube. and she didn't show up at 7am to relieve me. i ended up staying until 11.
by the time i went home that morning, we'd tried to call nancy several times to find out why she wasn't at work. strangely, i didn't tell anyone about her visit at 4. i'm not sure why i didn't, i just didn't. it didn't seem right somehow. and afterward, when i was sitting in the church at her funeral, i was really, truly glad i hadn't said anything. you see, when she visited me at 4 am, she was already dead.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Mystik
()
Date: January 21, 2014 10:02AM
a friend of mine in towns grandmother had passed away a few years earlier. when i came back to the state we live, i stayed with her for a visit. i got grandma's old room. lovely!
my friend had mentioned that they would hear her call out her sons name ( my friends father ) once in a blue moon. and here i am in granny's room of all 4 bedrooms in the house! it was a new home of 3 years or so...pretty good sized, about 2,500 sq feet. the 3 bedrooms were on the left side, with a large bathroom to share, her parents room way on the other side to the right of the home.
i went to her house, and later on her parents went to go dancing. my friend, whom i will call "l" whom was 21 at the time, i was 24, we watched cable and we decided to fix our dinner. we had the house to ourselves and in the big kitchen at the center island, we got out mac and cheese and hot dogs and "l" started the water for the noodles.
i got out the condiments of ketchup, mustard....a bag od chips, paper plates. i started to cook our hotdogs in the microwave which was in the dining room area off the kitchen on its own big stand. i popped 4 hotdogs ini the microwave and went back to the counter......and said, "hey, "l". do you want anything else like mayonaise on your hotdogs?" "yeah, i suppose so."
i turned behind me and opened the fridge and got the mayo out and set it on the counter and she was standing on the opposite side by the sinks side......and she placed some chips on her paper plate and we both hear, " phillip? phiiiiiiiiiiiiillllp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
we looked up at each other and she said,"oh my god! it's grandma!" i said, " oh crap! you heard that too?!"
"she always calls for my dad!! hurry....let's leave!!! i'm not staying when she is looking for him!"
she went for her purse and i turned the stove off.....the microwave beeped and we were both too scared to even look in the hallway for her coming down the hall with her walker!
we left out the front door, got in her car and she was shaking as i was shaking...and i said,"why are we scared! it's grandma for petes sake!" she said," i don't care! i don't want to see her in ghost! it creeps me out!"
we high tailed it out of there and came back home about an hour later, as her parents would be home then.
her mom then said," why on earth did you both leave food laying around like this in my kitchen??" ( it was the early '80's and we did not have mobile phones then to call them!! )
she said," we were cooking our food and we heard grandma yelling out for dad, we both heard her." she laughed and said," so! what do you expect her to do? she's dead ya'll!! it's not like she would hurt you!"
we were scared out of our wits as we both heard her!
that was something else........im glad i was not the only one whom heard her.....we both felt bad about running out of the house.....but were too afraid thinking we would confront her in the hallway and that would have been so weird.
my friend had mentioned that they would hear her call out her sons name ( my friends father ) once in a blue moon. and here i am in granny's room of all 4 bedrooms in the house! it was a new home of 3 years or so...pretty good sized, about 2,500 sq feet. the 3 bedrooms were on the left side, with a large bathroom to share, her parents room way on the other side to the right of the home.
i went to her house, and later on her parents went to go dancing. my friend, whom i will call "l" whom was 21 at the time, i was 24, we watched cable and we decided to fix our dinner. we had the house to ourselves and in the big kitchen at the center island, we got out mac and cheese and hot dogs and "l" started the water for the noodles.
i got out the condiments of ketchup, mustard....a bag od chips, paper plates. i started to cook our hotdogs in the microwave which was in the dining room area off the kitchen on its own big stand. i popped 4 hotdogs ini the microwave and went back to the counter......and said, "hey, "l". do you want anything else like mayonaise on your hotdogs?" "yeah, i suppose so."
i turned behind me and opened the fridge and got the mayo out and set it on the counter and she was standing on the opposite side by the sinks side......and she placed some chips on her paper plate and we both hear, " phillip? phiiiiiiiiiiiiillllp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
we looked up at each other and she said,"oh my god! it's grandma!" i said, " oh crap! you heard that too?!"
"she always calls for my dad!! hurry....let's leave!!! i'm not staying when she is looking for him!"
she went for her purse and i turned the stove off.....the microwave beeped and we were both too scared to even look in the hallway for her coming down the hall with her walker!
we left out the front door, got in her car and she was shaking as i was shaking...and i said,"why are we scared! it's grandma for petes sake!" she said," i don't care! i don't want to see her in ghost! it creeps me out!"
we high tailed it out of there and came back home about an hour later, as her parents would be home then.
her mom then said," why on earth did you both leave food laying around like this in my kitchen??" ( it was the early '80's and we did not have mobile phones then to call them!! )
she said," we were cooking our food and we heard grandma yelling out for dad, we both heard her." she laughed and said," so! what do you expect her to do? she's dead ya'll!! it's not like she would hurt you!"
we were scared out of our wits as we both heard her!
that was something else........im glad i was not the only one whom heard her.....we both felt bad about running out of the house.....but were too afraid thinking we would confront her in the hallway and that would have been so weird.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Jeanne/Sherrow Ave. Falls Church
()
Date: January 21, 2014 10:05AM
I was living on Sherrow Ave. off of Broad Street in Falls Church. I came home from work one day and looked down the hall and saw a figure standing there looking at me then walked into my bedroom. It had longish hair and a long light colored robe on. I dismissed it as just my tiredness showing from the day. That evening at dinner I mentioned it to my husband and son. My son looked at me and said ''yeah the eyes!! '' I was completely stunned. He said his friend had seen it also when he was spending the night.
I have never forgotten it and although I am skeptical of ghost sightings I know I saw one myself. Only once. I often wondered if anyone else living in that house has seen the same.
I have never forgotten it and although I am skeptical of ghost sightings I know I saw one myself. Only once. I often wondered if anyone else living in that house has seen the same.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
luke 16:19-31
()
Date: January 21, 2014 10:19AM
luvinRN Wrote:
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>i have a friend who doesn't believe in spirits/ghosts. she says that once you >die, if you are intended for heaven you go straight there. she believes all >spirits/shadows/ghosts are the devil. that he wants you on his side so bad >that he will disguise himself as a grandson on a tricycle, a young girl, an >infant, a beloved family member, etc.
hi, i agree with your friend, i am a devoted christian and have seen too much! here is a verse in the bible that clearly shows those who have passed do not return to speak to us or guide us.
luke 16:19-31. 'and besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been fixed, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.' (luke 16:26)
feel free to read this in the bible! in fact i staff church retreats that are specifically to set people free from any oppresive lifestyle and heal their soul,spirit, and physical body! you wouldnt believe the things ive seen at these retreats, god is good and he shows his mercy and glory at every single retreat but oh does the devil show up too! along with his demons. one time we prayed over this women whos husband had commited suicide just 2 months earlier and she was having an extremely hard time healing from this hard time ( he called her and rushed her home because he said he needed to show her something, right when she walked in the door he killed himself in front of her face!) she felt like he was at fault in someway, anyway as we prayed for her she suddenly became unconcious, she was in a locked state of mind (seen this before in oher deliverences) when we demanded the demon let her mind go in jesus christ's name she returned to herself and when we told her to order any demons of depression, anxiety, sadness, and guilt to leave from her she couldnt do it, she would close her mouth and nod no, and scream and say she couldnt because she saw her husband telling her not to, when i heard that i told her theabove verse; luke 16:26, she instantly was able to see it indeed was not her husband and how it was really a demon, she rebuked him in the lord's name and now lives a happy life. this is just one of the many stories i have to tell regarding demons posing as a loved one.
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>i have a friend who doesn't believe in spirits/ghosts. she says that once you >die, if you are intended for heaven you go straight there. she believes all >spirits/shadows/ghosts are the devil. that he wants you on his side so bad >that he will disguise himself as a grandson on a tricycle, a young girl, an >infant, a beloved family member, etc.
hi, i agree with your friend, i am a devoted christian and have seen too much! here is a verse in the bible that clearly shows those who have passed do not return to speak to us or guide us.
luke 16:19-31. 'and besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been fixed, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.' (luke 16:26)
feel free to read this in the bible! in fact i staff church retreats that are specifically to set people free from any oppresive lifestyle and heal their soul,spirit, and physical body! you wouldnt believe the things ive seen at these retreats, god is good and he shows his mercy and glory at every single retreat but oh does the devil show up too! along with his demons. one time we prayed over this women whos husband had commited suicide just 2 months earlier and she was having an extremely hard time healing from this hard time ( he called her and rushed her home because he said he needed to show her something, right when she walked in the door he killed himself in front of her face!) she felt like he was at fault in someway, anyway as we prayed for her she suddenly became unconcious, she was in a locked state of mind (seen this before in oher deliverences) when we demanded the demon let her mind go in jesus christ's name she returned to herself and when we told her to order any demons of depression, anxiety, sadness, and guilt to leave from her she couldnt do it, she would close her mouth and nod no, and scream and say she couldnt because she saw her husband telling her not to, when i heard that i told her theabove verse; luke 16:26, she instantly was able to see it indeed was not her husband and how it was really a demon, she rebuked him in the lord's name and now lives a happy life. this is just one of the many stories i have to tell regarding demons posing as a loved one.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Dawn
()
Date: January 21, 2014 10:22AM
LBJ Wrote:
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> susan/hunters woods Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Reston hunters woods area I have experienced
> many
> > events over the years in my townhouse. I have
> had
> > items disappear only to be found months later
> in
> > the same spot they disappeared from. Lights
> blink
> > for no reason appliances turn themselves on. My
> > neighbor has had similar experiences at her
> home.
> > I have seen a ghostly woman in wearing 19th
> > century clothes and a young African American
> girl
> > attired similarly. My cat would sit for hours
> just
> > staring at the same spot.
>
> I have also seen some pretty creepy things in that
> area, Deepwood neighborhood in particular....
We live in the Deepwood area. I was driving home one rainy night. There was a man in short sleeves and what looked to be khakis standing by a sign. (this was in December 2012) I was a few hundred feet from him. When I drove by he wasn't there. There was nowhere he could have possibly gone in that short amount of time. Has anyone else seen anything strange like this in Reston?
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> susan/hunters woods Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Reston hunters woods area I have experienced
> many
> > events over the years in my townhouse. I have
> had
> > items disappear only to be found months later
> in
> > the same spot they disappeared from. Lights
> blink
> > for no reason appliances turn themselves on. My
> > neighbor has had similar experiences at her
> home.
> > I have seen a ghostly woman in wearing 19th
> > century clothes and a young African American
> girl
> > attired similarly. My cat would sit for hours
> just
> > staring at the same spot.
>
> I have also seen some pretty creepy things in that
> area, Deepwood neighborhood in particular....
We live in the Deepwood area. I was driving home one rainy night. There was a man in short sleeves and what looked to be khakis standing by a sign. (this was in December 2012) I was a few hundred feet from him. When I drove by he wasn't there. There was nowhere he could have possibly gone in that short amount of time. Has anyone else seen anything strange like this in Reston?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
RIP Garrett
()
Date: January 21, 2014 10:30AM
It's taken me a really long time to post this, I wouldn't believe it myself if it hadn't happened to me, and if my best friend wasn't there to witness it. We've been best friends since middle school, went to nursing school together and now work at the same hospital in Virginia. I'm an ER nurse and she's a floater, on December 11, 2007 she was working in the ER with me to help cover due to holiday vacations.
On the week of Halloween my boyfriend and I decided to take the plunge and move in together, he's a Fire Fighter / EMT. We met in the ER when he was bringing in a patient.
It as a very quiet night in the ER, I was running vitals on a new patient who came in complaining of chest pains when my friend walked in to tell me I had a phone call. She gave me a quick wink when she told me "I'll take over", I already knew who was on the phone. When I picked up the reciever at the nurses station it was the love of my life, Garrett. He started out with his normal, boisterous "Hey Baby!" It's funny how two words can make you smile, then he told me "I'm getting ready to leave" I just thought he was heading to the fire house as I knew he was working that night. Then he said, "I wanted to hear you voice one more time before I left...... I love you...." I laughed and told him I loved him and I would see him soon, then in a really quiet voice he said "yeah, you will." I told him I loved him one more time and we hung up, I went back to my patient and relayed the conversation to my best friend.
Within a few minutes it seemed as if our hospital was surrounded by lights and sirens. Three police cars and two fire trucks flanking one ambulance. Everyone available suited up and gloved up. I went back to my chest pains patient who I think was looking more for a warm bed then meds to help with the pain. I saw the gurney rush in, EMT's were performing CPR, there was total chaos.
After a few minutes when I had my patient settled in and a bed ready for him upstairs I walked out of his room and saw a few of the EMT's Garrett worked with standing with their backs to me looking into the trauma room with the new patient. I called Briggs name walking towards them and when he turned around he had a grave expression on his face. The first thing he said to me was, "I didn't know you were working tonight" I told him yes, Garrett and I were both working tonight. Then I asked, what's wrong? All of them were staring at me, no one moved, so I asked again - louder "What's Wrong?!" I looked over Briggs shoulder into the trauma room and felt my world collapse around me. Garrett was lying on the gurney, intebated, defibrillators against his chest, there was blood everywhere. I screamed and tried to bolt into the room, to touch him, to hold him, to do anything I could to help. Briggs caught me around the waist and held on so tight I realized within the next few days I had bruises on my sides. I just remember crumpling to the floor watching - helpless, sobbing and screaming his name. The doctors pronounced him at 8:42pm. His Nissan Titan had been t-boned (drivers side) by a tractor trailer going roughly 50 mph. There was no hope....
The day before the funeral several of us were sitting at our house....my house....no one was really talking we were just....sitting there. My best friend broke the silence and said, "Well, you were able to talk to him one last time, able to say I love you before he died." I smiled, a fresh batch of tears started, I just shook my head and whispered, "the accident must have happened a few minutes after he called." I looked across the living room and Briggs had an odd expression on his face, I asked what was wrong - he asked me "What time did you talk to Garrett", I thought about it for a few minutes and then my expression matched his, then I answered him "About 20 minutes before you brought him in...." Briggs stared at me. My best friend asked, "Why do you ask?" Still staring at me Briggs answered "Because that's not possible, we recieved the call at the station at 7:36, we were on the scene by 7:41 and Garrett wasn't concious, by the time we pulled him out of the truck a little after 8:00 he didn't have a pulse, we started CPR immediately. Stacy, there's no way you could have talked to Garrett before we brought him in.... he was already dead."
No one in the room spoke, we all knew it had happened, my best friend answered the phone herself, Garrett said hello to her first and asked to speak to me. Other nurses and doctors around the nursing station overhead our conversation. He called to say he loved me one more time before he left.........
Months of therapy, weeks of vacation before stepping foot back into the ER. Some wounds never fully heal, and I don't really consider this a ghost story because I don't consider the man I loved most in this world a ghost - everyday I cherish the fact that I was allowed to talk to him one more time..... And I know he's still with me.... my firefighter....
On the week of Halloween my boyfriend and I decided to take the plunge and move in together, he's a Fire Fighter / EMT. We met in the ER when he was bringing in a patient.
It as a very quiet night in the ER, I was running vitals on a new patient who came in complaining of chest pains when my friend walked in to tell me I had a phone call. She gave me a quick wink when she told me "I'll take over", I already knew who was on the phone. When I picked up the reciever at the nurses station it was the love of my life, Garrett. He started out with his normal, boisterous "Hey Baby!" It's funny how two words can make you smile, then he told me "I'm getting ready to leave" I just thought he was heading to the fire house as I knew he was working that night. Then he said, "I wanted to hear you voice one more time before I left...... I love you...." I laughed and told him I loved him and I would see him soon, then in a really quiet voice he said "yeah, you will." I told him I loved him one more time and we hung up, I went back to my patient and relayed the conversation to my best friend.
Within a few minutes it seemed as if our hospital was surrounded by lights and sirens. Three police cars and two fire trucks flanking one ambulance. Everyone available suited up and gloved up. I went back to my chest pains patient who I think was looking more for a warm bed then meds to help with the pain. I saw the gurney rush in, EMT's were performing CPR, there was total chaos.
After a few minutes when I had my patient settled in and a bed ready for him upstairs I walked out of his room and saw a few of the EMT's Garrett worked with standing with their backs to me looking into the trauma room with the new patient. I called Briggs name walking towards them and when he turned around he had a grave expression on his face. The first thing he said to me was, "I didn't know you were working tonight" I told him yes, Garrett and I were both working tonight. Then I asked, what's wrong? All of them were staring at me, no one moved, so I asked again - louder "What's Wrong?!" I looked over Briggs shoulder into the trauma room and felt my world collapse around me. Garrett was lying on the gurney, intebated, defibrillators against his chest, there was blood everywhere. I screamed and tried to bolt into the room, to touch him, to hold him, to do anything I could to help. Briggs caught me around the waist and held on so tight I realized within the next few days I had bruises on my sides. I just remember crumpling to the floor watching - helpless, sobbing and screaming his name. The doctors pronounced him at 8:42pm. His Nissan Titan had been t-boned (drivers side) by a tractor trailer going roughly 50 mph. There was no hope....
The day before the funeral several of us were sitting at our house....my house....no one was really talking we were just....sitting there. My best friend broke the silence and said, "Well, you were able to talk to him one last time, able to say I love you before he died." I smiled, a fresh batch of tears started, I just shook my head and whispered, "the accident must have happened a few minutes after he called." I looked across the living room and Briggs had an odd expression on his face, I asked what was wrong - he asked me "What time did you talk to Garrett", I thought about it for a few minutes and then my expression matched his, then I answered him "About 20 minutes before you brought him in...." Briggs stared at me. My best friend asked, "Why do you ask?" Still staring at me Briggs answered "Because that's not possible, we recieved the call at the station at 7:36, we were on the scene by 7:41 and Garrett wasn't concious, by the time we pulled him out of the truck a little after 8:00 he didn't have a pulse, we started CPR immediately. Stacy, there's no way you could have talked to Garrett before we brought him in.... he was already dead."
No one in the room spoke, we all knew it had happened, my best friend answered the phone herself, Garrett said hello to her first and asked to speak to me. Other nurses and doctors around the nursing station overhead our conversation. He called to say he loved me one more time before he left.........
Months of therapy, weeks of vacation before stepping foot back into the ER. Some wounds never fully heal, and I don't really consider this a ghost story because I don't consider the man I loved most in this world a ghost - everyday I cherish the fact that I was allowed to talk to him one more time..... And I know he's still with me.... my firefighter....
Kissie Sykes haunts Cherry Point
Posted by:
Pfc. Victor A. Arriaga
()
Date: January 21, 2014 10:33AM
watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
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> I was present at Cherry Point in 1975, and
> remember hearing about this incident.
>
> Any pilot stationed at MCAS Cherry Point knows
> about this apparition. She is not as benign as the
> story states. There are several documented air
> crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> appearance on active runways, especially during
> take off. She seems to enjoy appearing directly
> ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely before
> they attain airspeed, when they are rolling too
> fast to stop before hitting her, but not quite
> fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> lives. I have personally read several accident
> reports (dated many decades apart) involving this
> same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> descriptive details about her are frighteningly
> similar in each report. The woman might not be
> real, but the air crashes certainly are. I don't
> recall what they called her, but Miss Mary doesn't
> sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she has
> probably earned herself many, many names over the
> years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> costly aircraft.
> Her age was not fixed in the reports I read, so I
> don't know how you arrived at 70 y/o. She was
> simply described as female caucasian, well under
> 6' tall, with grey hair tied in a bun behind her
> head. Several reports cited her as wearing a blue
> long-sleeved sweater, regardless of the NC summer
> temperatures.
> The reports included conclusions regarding Line of
> Duty and Misconduct, as required any time an
> active duty Marine is killed or gravely injured
> on-duty, not as a result of combat action. They
> included information about Military Police
> searches of the immediate areas following each
> crash (trying to find her), statements of several
> survivors, and some transcripts of recorded
> intercom conversations among aircrew when they saw
> her (and she was seen by several witnesses in the
> same aircraft before the accidents). She has
> apparently never been seen from the Air Control
> tower, altho taped emergency conversations btwn
> aircraft and tower have been included in some of
> the reports. "Miss Mary", or whatever else you
> want to call her, is not a joke. She's a killer,
> not to be forgiven.
> And by the way, First Writer, the title "Marine"
> is spelled with a capital "M". And henceforth,
> NEVER refer to a Marine as a 'soldier'. There's a
> very large difference btwn the two.
Kissie Sykes haunts Cherry Point
http://www.cherrypoint.marines.mil/News/NewsArticleDisplay/tabid/4890/Article/152895/kissie-sykes-haunts-cherry-point.aspx
MARINE CORPS AIR STATION CHERRY POINT, N.C. -- A popular legend among personnel at Cherry Point is the ghost of Kissie Sykes, a woman who was buried here with her two children long before the air station existed. Some believe they now haunt the air station.
According to the most popular story, early in the construction of Cherry Point’s flight line Kissie’s gravesite was moved in order to make room for the project. The legend states that she was separated from her children in the process and she is now said to be forever searching for them.
Early one morning in 1986, Jeff Styron woke up to start his day and headed to work like he had been doing every day since he started his job in the Resident Officer in Charge of Construction Office in 1984.
Styron said it was around 3 a.m. when he and his coworkers were replacing the center mat of the flight line, the intersection where the four runways meet, when they heard something eerie and out of place, something that couldn’t be real.
“It sounded like kids were playing at a playground which was the oddest thing,” said Styron. “We brushed it off at first because we thought, ‘Why would there be kids playing this early on a flight line?’”
Styron said he dismissed the laughter and forgot about the whole incident for almost 30 years, never thinking twice about it, until he read a blog online that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
“I was reading about a woman named Kissie Sykes,” he said. “It said that she haunts the flight line and when she is around you can hear children playing or laughing. I had never even heard of Kissie Sykes until then and it knocked me back.”
But did Styron really experience a visit from Cherry Point’s infamous Kissie Sykes? Or was the laughter he heard that of her children, who are rumored to haunt Cherry Point while their mother, Sykes, endlessly searches for them?
Brie Lehew, the air station’s historian, says that the Sykes’ were among three families the air station purchased land from prior to its completion.
“The Sykes, the Bryants and the Buys were all families the air station purchased land from, so the tale of Kissie Sykes has been around for quite some time,” said Lehew. “I’ve been to her gravesite myself and it’s chilling to look at.”
Syke’s grave is located in one of 13 Cherry Point graveyards. She is now buried in the graveyard closest to the gas chamber aboard the air station. She is said to roam the flight line, housing areas and other parts of the air station searching for her children.
“A few years ago we had reports from Marines at Aircraft Rescue and Fire Fighting who were pretty shaken up after they said something jumped on their truck that resembled a woman,” said Lehew. “The fact that these were grown Marines who were terrified makes me believe it was her.”
Lehew says that most reports regarding the unexplained have come from Marines at ARFF who work night shifts.
Cpl. Charles Mefford works as a rescue man at ARFF and claims to have experienced a visit from Sykes in September of this year when the trucks started turning themselves on.
“Me and a few other Marines were out near the flight line during our shift when the trucks started turning on and the doors started opening by themselves,” said Mefford. “We went to check it out and when we turned them off, others started turning on. It really freaked us out.”
Mefford said that he believed it was Sykes after hearing stories about her prior to his experience.
“There are a lot of stories about Sykes and pilots refusing to land after seeing a woman walk across the flight line,” said Mefford. “The one that really freaked me out was the story about the lance corporal who was admitted into a mental institution after they found him curled in a ball by her gravesite saying ‘She wants her kids.”
Tales of Kissie Sykes continue to haunt the air station as one of its most famous urban legends.
“Cherry Point has a lot of history and continues to make it,” said Lehew. “The tale of Sykes is pretty freaky because we just don’t know.”
Kissie Sykes grave is located near the gas chamber at Cherry Point. The grave was relocated during the construction of the flight line. (Photo by Pfc. Victor Arriaga)
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> I was present at Cherry Point in 1975, and
> remember hearing about this incident.
>
> Any pilot stationed at MCAS Cherry Point knows
> about this apparition. She is not as benign as the
> story states. There are several documented air
> crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> appearance on active runways, especially during
> take off. She seems to enjoy appearing directly
> ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely before
> they attain airspeed, when they are rolling too
> fast to stop before hitting her, but not quite
> fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> lives. I have personally read several accident
> reports (dated many decades apart) involving this
> same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> descriptive details about her are frighteningly
> similar in each report. The woman might not be
> real, but the air crashes certainly are. I don't
> recall what they called her, but Miss Mary doesn't
> sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she has
> probably earned herself many, many names over the
> years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> costly aircraft.
> Her age was not fixed in the reports I read, so I
> don't know how you arrived at 70 y/o. She was
> simply described as female caucasian, well under
> 6' tall, with grey hair tied in a bun behind her
> head. Several reports cited her as wearing a blue
> long-sleeved sweater, regardless of the NC summer
> temperatures.
> The reports included conclusions regarding Line of
> Duty and Misconduct, as required any time an
> active duty Marine is killed or gravely injured
> on-duty, not as a result of combat action. They
> included information about Military Police
> searches of the immediate areas following each
> crash (trying to find her), statements of several
> survivors, and some transcripts of recorded
> intercom conversations among aircrew when they saw
> her (and she was seen by several witnesses in the
> same aircraft before the accidents). She has
> apparently never been seen from the Air Control
> tower, altho taped emergency conversations btwn
> aircraft and tower have been included in some of
> the reports. "Miss Mary", or whatever else you
> want to call her, is not a joke. She's a killer,
> not to be forgiven.
> And by the way, First Writer, the title "Marine"
> is spelled with a capital "M". And henceforth,
> NEVER refer to a Marine as a 'soldier'. There's a
> very large difference btwn the two.
Kissie Sykes haunts Cherry Point
http://www.cherrypoint.marines.mil/News/NewsArticleDisplay/tabid/4890/Article/152895/kissie-sykes-haunts-cherry-point.aspx
MARINE CORPS AIR STATION CHERRY POINT, N.C. -- A popular legend among personnel at Cherry Point is the ghost of Kissie Sykes, a woman who was buried here with her two children long before the air station existed. Some believe they now haunt the air station.
According to the most popular story, early in the construction of Cherry Point’s flight line Kissie’s gravesite was moved in order to make room for the project. The legend states that she was separated from her children in the process and she is now said to be forever searching for them.
Early one morning in 1986, Jeff Styron woke up to start his day and headed to work like he had been doing every day since he started his job in the Resident Officer in Charge of Construction Office in 1984.
Styron said it was around 3 a.m. when he and his coworkers were replacing the center mat of the flight line, the intersection where the four runways meet, when they heard something eerie and out of place, something that couldn’t be real.
“It sounded like kids were playing at a playground which was the oddest thing,” said Styron. “We brushed it off at first because we thought, ‘Why would there be kids playing this early on a flight line?’”
Styron said he dismissed the laughter and forgot about the whole incident for almost 30 years, never thinking twice about it, until he read a blog online that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
“I was reading about a woman named Kissie Sykes,” he said. “It said that she haunts the flight line and when she is around you can hear children playing or laughing. I had never even heard of Kissie Sykes until then and it knocked me back.”
But did Styron really experience a visit from Cherry Point’s infamous Kissie Sykes? Or was the laughter he heard that of her children, who are rumored to haunt Cherry Point while their mother, Sykes, endlessly searches for them?
Brie Lehew, the air station’s historian, says that the Sykes’ were among three families the air station purchased land from prior to its completion.
“The Sykes, the Bryants and the Buys were all families the air station purchased land from, so the tale of Kissie Sykes has been around for quite some time,” said Lehew. “I’ve been to her gravesite myself and it’s chilling to look at.”
Syke’s grave is located in one of 13 Cherry Point graveyards. She is now buried in the graveyard closest to the gas chamber aboard the air station. She is said to roam the flight line, housing areas and other parts of the air station searching for her children.
“A few years ago we had reports from Marines at Aircraft Rescue and Fire Fighting who were pretty shaken up after they said something jumped on their truck that resembled a woman,” said Lehew. “The fact that these were grown Marines who were terrified makes me believe it was her.”
Lehew says that most reports regarding the unexplained have come from Marines at ARFF who work night shifts.
Cpl. Charles Mefford works as a rescue man at ARFF and claims to have experienced a visit from Sykes in September of this year when the trucks started turning themselves on.
“Me and a few other Marines were out near the flight line during our shift when the trucks started turning on and the doors started opening by themselves,” said Mefford. “We went to check it out and when we turned them off, others started turning on. It really freaked us out.”
Mefford said that he believed it was Sykes after hearing stories about her prior to his experience.
“There are a lot of stories about Sykes and pilots refusing to land after seeing a woman walk across the flight line,” said Mefford. “The one that really freaked me out was the story about the lance corporal who was admitted into a mental institution after they found him curled in a ball by her gravesite saying ‘She wants her kids.”
Tales of Kissie Sykes continue to haunt the air station as one of its most famous urban legends.
“Cherry Point has a lot of history and continues to make it,” said Lehew. “The tale of Sykes is pretty freaky because we just don’t know.”
Kissie Sykes grave is located near the gas chamber at Cherry Point. The grave was relocated during the construction of the flight line. (Photo by Pfc. Victor Arriaga)
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
kever
()
Date: January 21, 2014 10:34AM
Southern Dandy Wrote:
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> When I served at Walter Reed Army Medical Center
> we were occasionally selected for guard duty at
> this fantastic old girls finishing school for the
> daughters of the political elite. This enormous
> compound was composed of no less than seven
> different buildings, each interlocking that was
> designed to replicate a different cultural
> environment. One building was an East Asian
> Pagoda, another in German style, so on so on. The
> reports of hautings in this building were
> commonplace. In fact it was taken for granted. The
> building was easily a hundred years old, and was
> poorly maintained. The only reason it still
> existed was because it was scheduled for
> renivation, and was a historical monument. It was
> in a badly maintained condition, but still
> contained artifacts from the original dwellers.
> While doing rounds it was fun to sort through 100
> year old medical journals and catalogues ,true
> anachronisms, and surely worth money. The building
> had grand halls with gargoyles and other victorian
> furnishing, and even had an old psych ward. If any
> place on the planet was haunted it would be this
> place.
> One night on guard duty, my buddy and I were
> finishing up a pizza we ordered, when we heard
> voices down the hall. Vandalism had been reported
> here before so we grabbed our arms(baseball
> bats),told our NCO in charge we were heading out,
> and proceeded in the direction of the disturbance.
> We followed down the hall by flashlight, and
> prepared to whomp some hippy ass. When we got to
> the point that we heard the voices, there was
> nothing. We continued down the hall and started a
> search of adjoining rooms. Still nothing. That's
> when we heard muffled laughter a bit farther down
> the hall. This building just kind of keeps going,
> it's very big, so we called back on the radio to
> our NOC, that we needed some more time. She was
> pretty scared so she told us to hurry back when we
> figured it out.
> After a lot of looking my buddy and I were
> searched out. We had found a lot of wierd stuff,
> and were sick of looking. That's when we heard
> laughing behind on of the walls. There shouldn't
> have been anything behind that wall. Out of sheer
> frustration my buddy hit the wall with his
> baseball bat and yealled "Shut the F$&* up!" When
> the dust settled we found that the wall was
> hollow, and that there was a staircase below where
> he had hit it, behind the wall. We made a command
> decision to open the wall up enough to fit
> through. We climbed through and went down the OLD
> stairs. It lead into a basement area that lead
> through a bunch of rooms with old antiques stored
> in them. We finally found another dirt staircase
> leading to a bunch of interconnecting boiler
> rooms. The tunnels were dug beneath the earth, and
> had earth floors. We walked from boiler room to
> boiler room through these tunnels for some time.
> We finally found a wooden door. I thought I heard
> a sob. My friend didn't hear it, but we went in
> the room anyway. We found an old nuns room. There
> were dressers, and an old bed frame, and other old
> wooden furniture items, and a crucifix on the
> wall, and an old faded picture of Jesus. There
> were moldy nuns hobbits, and some faded letters in
> a desk. We both felt VERY wrong for being in that
> rooms. We didn't know why. That's when the
> flashlight my buddy carried started going dim. We
> both felt a sudden draft, a very cold cold draft,
> and the light died. We decided to leave. Very
> quickly. In fact at a run. Once out into the
> tunnels, the light worked again, normally, as if
> it had new batteries. We continued back to the CQ
> area. We both must have looked pretty white and
> shaken, cause our NCO flipped out, but stopped to
> ask us what the hell happened. Neither one of us
> could tell her. In fact we didn't even talk to
> each other about it for some time. When we finally
> did, it was in a respectful tone, and very brief.
>
>
> This sounds too wierd to be true. All I can say,
> is that there are a number of other soldiers with
> stories eerily like ours, though no one ever
> mentioned a staircase to the bowels of the
> building, or an old nuns isolated lonely room
> beneath the ground.
That place is very cool! Is there any way to get access? Or is it all locked up and closed to the public?
-------------------------------------------------------
> When I served at Walter Reed Army Medical Center
> we were occasionally selected for guard duty at
> this fantastic old girls finishing school for the
> daughters of the political elite. This enormous
> compound was composed of no less than seven
> different buildings, each interlocking that was
> designed to replicate a different cultural
> environment. One building was an East Asian
> Pagoda, another in German style, so on so on. The
> reports of hautings in this building were
> commonplace. In fact it was taken for granted. The
> building was easily a hundred years old, and was
> poorly maintained. The only reason it still
> existed was because it was scheduled for
> renivation, and was a historical monument. It was
> in a badly maintained condition, but still
> contained artifacts from the original dwellers.
> While doing rounds it was fun to sort through 100
> year old medical journals and catalogues ,true
> anachronisms, and surely worth money. The building
> had grand halls with gargoyles and other victorian
> furnishing, and even had an old psych ward. If any
> place on the planet was haunted it would be this
> place.
> One night on guard duty, my buddy and I were
> finishing up a pizza we ordered, when we heard
> voices down the hall. Vandalism had been reported
> here before so we grabbed our arms(baseball
> bats),told our NCO in charge we were heading out,
> and proceeded in the direction of the disturbance.
> We followed down the hall by flashlight, and
> prepared to whomp some hippy ass. When we got to
> the point that we heard the voices, there was
> nothing. We continued down the hall and started a
> search of adjoining rooms. Still nothing. That's
> when we heard muffled laughter a bit farther down
> the hall. This building just kind of keeps going,
> it's very big, so we called back on the radio to
> our NOC, that we needed some more time. She was
> pretty scared so she told us to hurry back when we
> figured it out.
> After a lot of looking my buddy and I were
> searched out. We had found a lot of wierd stuff,
> and were sick of looking. That's when we heard
> laughing behind on of the walls. There shouldn't
> have been anything behind that wall. Out of sheer
> frustration my buddy hit the wall with his
> baseball bat and yealled "Shut the F$&* up!" When
> the dust settled we found that the wall was
> hollow, and that there was a staircase below where
> he had hit it, behind the wall. We made a command
> decision to open the wall up enough to fit
> through. We climbed through and went down the OLD
> stairs. It lead into a basement area that lead
> through a bunch of rooms with old antiques stored
> in them. We finally found another dirt staircase
> leading to a bunch of interconnecting boiler
> rooms. The tunnels were dug beneath the earth, and
> had earth floors. We walked from boiler room to
> boiler room through these tunnels for some time.
> We finally found a wooden door. I thought I heard
> a sob. My friend didn't hear it, but we went in
> the room anyway. We found an old nuns room. There
> were dressers, and an old bed frame, and other old
> wooden furniture items, and a crucifix on the
> wall, and an old faded picture of Jesus. There
> were moldy nuns hobbits, and some faded letters in
> a desk. We both felt VERY wrong for being in that
> rooms. We didn't know why. That's when the
> flashlight my buddy carried started going dim. We
> both felt a sudden draft, a very cold cold draft,
> and the light died. We decided to leave. Very
> quickly. In fact at a run. Once out into the
> tunnels, the light worked again, normally, as if
> it had new batteries. We continued back to the CQ
> area. We both must have looked pretty white and
> shaken, cause our NCO flipped out, but stopped to
> ask us what the hell happened. Neither one of us
> could tell her. In fact we didn't even talk to
> each other about it for some time. When we finally
> did, it was in a respectful tone, and very brief.
>
>
> This sounds too wierd to be true. All I can say,
> is that there are a number of other soldiers with
> stories eerily like ours, though no one ever
> mentioned a staircase to the bowels of the
> building, or an old nuns isolated lonely room
> beneath the ground.
That place is very cool! Is there any way to get access? Or is it all locked up and closed to the public?
Re: Kissie Sykes haunts Cherry Point
Posted by:
Pfc. Victor A. Arriaga
()
Date: January 21, 2014 10:34AM
Here's a larger copy of the photo...
Kissie Sykes grave is located near the gas chamber at Cherry Point. The grave was relocated during the construction of the flight line.
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Kissie Sykes grave is located near the gas chamber at Cherry Point. The grave was relocated during the construction of the flight line.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Southern Dandy
()
Date: January 21, 2014 10:36AM
kever Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Southern Dandy Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > When I served at Walter Reed Army Medical
> Center
> > we were occasionally selected for guard duty at
> > this fantastic old girls finishing school for
> the
> > daughters of the political elite. This enormous
> > compound was composed of no less than seven
> > different buildings, each interlocking that was
> > designed to replicate a different cultural
> > environment. One building was an East Asian
> > Pagoda, another in German style, so on so on.
> The
> > reports of hautings in this building were
> > commonplace. In fact it was taken for granted.
> The
> > building was easily a hundred years old, and
> was
> > poorly maintained. The only reason it still
> > existed was because it was scheduled for
> > renivation, and was a historical monument. It
> was
> > in a badly maintained condition, but still
> > contained artifacts from the original dwellers.
> > While doing rounds it was fun to sort through
> 100
> > year old medical journals and catalogues ,true
> > anachronisms, and surely worth money. The
> building
> > had grand halls with gargoyles and other
> victorian
> > furnishing, and even had an old psych ward. If
> any
> > place on the planet was haunted it would be
> this
> > place.
> > One night on guard duty, my buddy and I were
> > finishing up a pizza we ordered, when we heard
> > voices down the hall. Vandalism had been
> reported
> > here before so we grabbed our arms(baseball
> > bats),told our NCO in charge we were heading
> out,
> > and proceeded in the direction of the
> disturbance.
> > We followed down the hall by flashlight, and
> > prepared to whomp some hippy ass. When we got
> to
> > the point that we heard the voices, there was
> > nothing. We continued down the hall and started
> a
> > search of adjoining rooms. Still nothing.
> That's
> > when we heard muffled laughter a bit farther
> down
> > the hall. This building just kind of keeps
> going,
> > it's very big, so we called back on the radio
> to
> > our NOC, that we needed some more time. She was
> > pretty scared so she told us to hurry back when
> we
> > figured it out.
> > After a lot of looking my buddy and I were
> > searched out. We had found a lot of wierd
> stuff,
> > and were sick of looking. That's when we heard
> > laughing behind on of the walls. There
> shouldn't
> > have been anything behind that wall. Out of
> sheer
> > frustration my buddy hit the wall with his
> > baseball bat and yealled "Shut the F$&* up!"
> When
> > the dust settled we found that the wall was
> > hollow, and that there was a staircase below
> where
> > he had hit it, behind the wall. We made a
> command
> > decision to open the wall up enough to fit
> > through. We climbed through and went down the
> OLD
> > stairs. It lead into a basement area that lead
> > through a bunch of rooms with old antiques
> stored
> > in them. We finally found another dirt
> staircase
> > leading to a bunch of interconnecting boiler
> > rooms. The tunnels were dug beneath the earth,
> and
> > had earth floors. We walked from boiler room to
> > boiler room through these tunnels for some
> time.
> > We finally found a wooden door. I thought I
> heard
> > a sob. My friend didn't hear it, but we went in
> > the room anyway. We found an old nuns room.
> There
> > were dressers, and an old bed frame, and other
> old
> > wooden furniture items, and a crucifix on the
> > wall, and an old faded picture of Jesus. There
> > were moldy nuns hobbits, and some faded letters
> in
> > a desk. We both felt VERY wrong for being in
> that
> > rooms. We didn't know why. That's when the
> > flashlight my buddy carried started going dim.
> We
> > both felt a sudden draft, a very cold cold
> draft,
> > and the light died. We decided to leave. Very
> > quickly. In fact at a run. Once out into the
> > tunnels, the light worked again, normally, as
> if
> > it had new batteries. We continued back to the
> CQ
> > area. We both must have looked pretty white and
> > shaken, cause our NCO flipped out, but stopped
> to
> > ask us what the hell happened. Neither one of
> us
> > could tell her. In fact we didn't even talk to
> > each other about it for some time. When we
> finally
> > did, it was in a respectful tone, and very
> brief.
> >
> >
> > This sounds too wierd to be true. All I can
> say,
> > is that there are a number of other soldiers
> with
> > stories eerily like ours, though no one ever
> > mentioned a staircase to the bowels of the
> > building, or an old nuns isolated lonely room
> > beneath the ground.
>
> That place is very cool! Is there any way to get
> access? Or is it all locked up and closed to the
> public?
Nope it's locked up tight.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Southern Dandy Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > When I served at Walter Reed Army Medical
> Center
> > we were occasionally selected for guard duty at
> > this fantastic old girls finishing school for
> the
> > daughters of the political elite. This enormous
> > compound was composed of no less than seven
> > different buildings, each interlocking that was
> > designed to replicate a different cultural
> > environment. One building was an East Asian
> > Pagoda, another in German style, so on so on.
> The
> > reports of hautings in this building were
> > commonplace. In fact it was taken for granted.
> The
> > building was easily a hundred years old, and
> was
> > poorly maintained. The only reason it still
> > existed was because it was scheduled for
> > renivation, and was a historical monument. It
> was
> > in a badly maintained condition, but still
> > contained artifacts from the original dwellers.
> > While doing rounds it was fun to sort through
> 100
> > year old medical journals and catalogues ,true
> > anachronisms, and surely worth money. The
> building
> > had grand halls with gargoyles and other
> victorian
> > furnishing, and even had an old psych ward. If
> any
> > place on the planet was haunted it would be
> this
> > place.
> > One night on guard duty, my buddy and I were
> > finishing up a pizza we ordered, when we heard
> > voices down the hall. Vandalism had been
> reported
> > here before so we grabbed our arms(baseball
> > bats),told our NCO in charge we were heading
> out,
> > and proceeded in the direction of the
> disturbance.
> > We followed down the hall by flashlight, and
> > prepared to whomp some hippy ass. When we got
> to
> > the point that we heard the voices, there was
> > nothing. We continued down the hall and started
> a
> > search of adjoining rooms. Still nothing.
> That's
> > when we heard muffled laughter a bit farther
> down
> > the hall. This building just kind of keeps
> going,
> > it's very big, so we called back on the radio
> to
> > our NOC, that we needed some more time. She was
> > pretty scared so she told us to hurry back when
> we
> > figured it out.
> > After a lot of looking my buddy and I were
> > searched out. We had found a lot of wierd
> stuff,
> > and were sick of looking. That's when we heard
> > laughing behind on of the walls. There
> shouldn't
> > have been anything behind that wall. Out of
> sheer
> > frustration my buddy hit the wall with his
> > baseball bat and yealled "Shut the F$&* up!"
> When
> > the dust settled we found that the wall was
> > hollow, and that there was a staircase below
> where
> > he had hit it, behind the wall. We made a
> command
> > decision to open the wall up enough to fit
> > through. We climbed through and went down the
> OLD
> > stairs. It lead into a basement area that lead
> > through a bunch of rooms with old antiques
> stored
> > in them. We finally found another dirt
> staircase
> > leading to a bunch of interconnecting boiler
> > rooms. The tunnels were dug beneath the earth,
> and
> > had earth floors. We walked from boiler room to
> > boiler room through these tunnels for some
> time.
> > We finally found a wooden door. I thought I
> heard
> > a sob. My friend didn't hear it, but we went in
> > the room anyway. We found an old nuns room.
> There
> > were dressers, and an old bed frame, and other
> old
> > wooden furniture items, and a crucifix on the
> > wall, and an old faded picture of Jesus. There
> > were moldy nuns hobbits, and some faded letters
> in
> > a desk. We both felt VERY wrong for being in
> that
> > rooms. We didn't know why. That's when the
> > flashlight my buddy carried started going dim.
> We
> > both felt a sudden draft, a very cold cold
> draft,
> > and the light died. We decided to leave. Very
> > quickly. In fact at a run. Once out into the
> > tunnels, the light worked again, normally, as
> if
> > it had new batteries. We continued back to the
> CQ
> > area. We both must have looked pretty white and
> > shaken, cause our NCO flipped out, but stopped
> to
> > ask us what the hell happened. Neither one of
> us
> > could tell her. In fact we didn't even talk to
> > each other about it for some time. When we
> finally
> > did, it was in a respectful tone, and very
> brief.
> >
> >
> > This sounds too wierd to be true. All I can
> say,
> > is that there are a number of other soldiers
> with
> > stories eerily like ours, though no one ever
> > mentioned a staircase to the bowels of the
> > building, or an old nuns isolated lonely room
> > beneath the ground.
>
> That place is very cool! Is there any way to get
> access? Or is it all locked up and closed to the
> public?
Nope it's locked up tight.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
GuaynaboGirl
()
Date: January 21, 2014 10:40AM
Military bases in general seem to have a great deal of supernatural activity. I used to live in Staff Capehart about 8 years ago, and still remember how our dinner table lifted off the floor a litte bit while we were eating. I also found all of my silverware in a criss cross position, and had frequent nightmares of people floating over my bed. My husband also saw a little boy in blue pajamas. We saw some strange things while living in 29 Palms, but that's another story. :)
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Cohack7
()
Date: January 21, 2014 10:40AM
Dawn Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> LBJ Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > susan/hunters woods Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Reston hunters woods area I have experienced
> > many
> > > events over the years in my townhouse. I have
> > had
> > > items disappear only to be found months later
> > in
> > > the same spot they disappeared from. Lights
> > blink
> > > for no reason appliances turn themselves on.
> My
> > > neighbor has had similar experiences at her
> > home.
> > > I have seen a ghostly woman in wearing 19th
> > > century clothes and a young African American
> > girl
> > > attired similarly. My cat would sit for hours
> > just
> > > staring at the same spot.
> >
> > I have also seen some pretty creepy things in
> that
> > area, Deepwood neighborhood in particular....
>
> We live in the Deepwood area. I was driving home
> one rainy night. There was a man in short sleeves
> and what looked to be khakis standing by a sign.
> (this was in December 2012) I was a few hundred
> feet from him. When I drove by he wasn't there.
> There was nowhere he could have possibly gone in
> that short amount of time. Has anyone else seen
> anything strange like this in Reston?
So one time, me and my friend were driving near Shaw Road right by the Buffalo Wing Factory and Pub. We ended up driving all the way down and went around the shopping center, behind the old school with the softball field and in front of the lumber place. We drove down a little ways and saw a man walking towards us. It was dark, so I drove slow to make sure I wouldn't hit him. We ended up turning back around, and he was gone in as little as 10 seconds. I was shocked; there were fences all around. He couldn't have climbed, and all the stores were closed at the time.
-------------------------------------------------------
> LBJ Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > susan/hunters woods Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Reston hunters woods area I have experienced
> > many
> > > events over the years in my townhouse. I have
> > had
> > > items disappear only to be found months later
> > in
> > > the same spot they disappeared from. Lights
> > blink
> > > for no reason appliances turn themselves on.
> My
> > > neighbor has had similar experiences at her
> > home.
> > > I have seen a ghostly woman in wearing 19th
> > > century clothes and a young African American
> > girl
> > > attired similarly. My cat would sit for hours
> > just
> > > staring at the same spot.
> >
> > I have also seen some pretty creepy things in
> that
> > area, Deepwood neighborhood in particular....
>
> We live in the Deepwood area. I was driving home
> one rainy night. There was a man in short sleeves
> and what looked to be khakis standing by a sign.
> (this was in December 2012) I was a few hundred
> feet from him. When I drove by he wasn't there.
> There was nowhere he could have possibly gone in
> that short amount of time. Has anyone else seen
> anything strange like this in Reston?
So one time, me and my friend were driving near Shaw Road right by the Buffalo Wing Factory and Pub. We ended up driving all the way down and went around the shopping center, behind the old school with the softball field and in front of the lumber place. We drove down a little ways and saw a man walking towards us. It was dark, so I drove slow to make sure I wouldn't hit him. We ended up turning back around, and he was gone in as little as 10 seconds. I was shocked; there were fences all around. He couldn't have climbed, and all the stores were closed at the time.
Re: Kissie Sykes haunts Cherry Point
Posted by:
Kissie Sykes haunts Cherry Point
()
Date: January 21, 2014 10:42AM
Pfc. Victor A. Arriaga Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I was present at Cherry Point in 1975, and
> > remember hearing about this incident.
> >
> > Any pilot stationed at MCAS Cherry Point knows
> > about this apparition. She is not as benign as
> the
> > story states. There are several documented air
> > crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> > appearance on active runways, especially during
> > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing directly
> > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> before
> > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling too
> > fast to stop before hitting her, but not quite
> > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> > lives. I have personally read several accident
> > reports (dated many decades apart) involving
> this
> > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> > descriptive details about her are frighteningly
> > similar in each report. The woman might not be
> > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> don't
> > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> doesn't
> > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she has
> > probably earned herself many, many names over
> the
> > years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> > costly aircraft.
> > Her age was not fixed in the reports I read, so
> I
> > don't know how you arrived at 70 y/o. She was
> > simply described as female caucasian, well
> under
> > 6' tall, with grey hair tied in a bun behind
> her
> > head. Several reports cited her as wearing a
> blue
> > long-sleeved sweater, regardless of the NC
> summer
> > temperatures.
> > The reports included conclusions regarding Line
> of
> > Duty and Misconduct, as required any time an
> > active duty Marine is killed or gravely injured
> > on-duty, not as a result of combat action. They
> > included information about Military Police
> > searches of the immediate areas following each
> > crash (trying to find her), statements of
> several
> > survivors, and some transcripts of recorded
> > intercom conversations among aircrew when they
> saw
> > her (and she was seen by several witnesses in
> the
> > same aircraft before the accidents). She has
> > apparently never been seen from the Air Control
> > tower, altho taped emergency conversations btwn
> > aircraft and tower have been included in some
> of
> > the reports. "Miss Mary", or whatever else you
> > want to call her, is not a joke. She's a
> killer,
> > not to be forgiven.
> > And by the way, First Writer, the title
> "Marine"
> > is spelled with a capital "M". And henceforth,
> > NEVER refer to a Marine as a 'soldier'. There's
> a
> > very large difference btwn the two.
>
> Kissie Sykes haunts Cherry Point
> http://www.cherrypoint.marines.mil/News/NewsArticl
> eDisplay/tabid/4890/Article/152895/kissie-sykes-ha
> unts-cherry-point.aspx
>
> MARINE CORPS AIR STATION CHERRY POINT, N.C. -- A
> popular legend among personnel at Cherry Point is
> the ghost of Kissie Sykes, a woman who was buried
> here with her two children long before the air
> station existed. Some believe they now haunt the
> air station.
>
> According to the most popular story, early in the
> construction of Cherry Point’s flight line
> Kissie’s gravesite was moved in order to make
> room for the project. The legend states that she
> was separated from her children in the process and
> she is now said to be forever searching for them.
>
> Early one morning in 1986, Jeff Styron woke up to
> start his day and headed to work like he had been
> doing every day since he started his job in the
> Resident Officer in Charge of Construction Office
> in 1984.
>
> Styron said it was around 3 a.m. when he and his
> coworkers were replacing the center mat of the
> flight line, the intersection where the four
> runways meet, when they heard something eerie and
> out of place, something that couldn’t be real.
>
> “It sounded like kids were playing at a
> playground which was the oddest thing,” said
> Styron. “We brushed it off at first because we
> thought, ‘Why would there be kids playing this
> early on a flight line?’”
>
> Styron said he dismissed the laughter and forgot
> about the whole incident for almost 30 years,
> never thinking twice about it, until he read a
> blog online that made the hair on the back of his
> neck stand up.
>
> “I was reading about a woman named Kissie
> Sykes,” he said. “It said that she haunts the
> flight line and when she is around you can hear
> children playing or laughing. I had never even
> heard of Kissie Sykes until then and it knocked me
> back.”
>
> But did Styron really experience a visit from
> Cherry Point’s infamous Kissie Sykes? Or was the
> laughter he heard that of her children, who are
> rumored to haunt Cherry Point while their mother,
> Sykes, endlessly searches for them?
>
> Brie Lehew, the air station’s historian, says
> that the Sykes’ were among three families the
> air station purchased land from prior to its
> completion.
>
> “The Sykes, the Bryants and the Buys were all
> families the air station purchased land from, so
> the tale of Kissie Sykes has been around for quite
> some time,” said Lehew. “I’ve been to her
> gravesite myself and it’s chilling to look
> at.”
>
> Syke’s grave is located in one of 13 Cherry
> Point graveyards. She is now buried in the
> graveyard closest to the gas chamber aboard the
> air station. She is said to roam the flight line,
> housing areas and other parts of the air station
> searching for her children.
>
> “A few years ago we had reports from Marines at
> Aircraft Rescue and Fire Fighting who were pretty
> shaken up after they said something jumped on
> their truck that resembled a woman,” said Lehew.
> “The fact that these were grown Marines who were
> terrified makes me believe it was her.”
>
> Lehew says that most reports regarding the
> unexplained have come from Marines at ARFF who
> work night shifts.
>
> Cpl. Charles Mefford works as a rescue man at ARFF
> and claims to have experienced a visit from Sykes
> in September of this year when the trucks started
> turning themselves on.
>
> “Me and a few other Marines were out near the
> flight line during our shift when the trucks
> started turning on and the doors started opening
> by themselves,” said Mefford. “We went to
> check it out and when we turned them off, others
> started turning on. It really freaked us out.”
>
> Mefford said that he believed it was Sykes after
> hearing stories about her prior to his
> experience.
>
> “There are a lot of stories about Sykes and
> pilots refusing to land after seeing a woman walk
> across the flight line,” said Mefford. “The
> one that really freaked me out was the story about
> the lance corporal who was admitted into a mental
> institution after they found him curled in a ball
> by her gravesite saying ‘She wants her kids.”
>
>
> Tales of Kissie Sykes continue to haunt the air
> station as one of its most famous urban legends.
>
> “Cherry Point has a lot of history and continues
> to make it,” said Lehew. “The tale of Sykes is
> pretty freaky because we just don’t know.”
>
> Kissie Sykes grave is located near the gas chamber
> at Cherry Point. The grave was relocated during
> the construction of the flight line. (Photo by
> Pfc. Victor Arriaga)
SHE GETS MORE ACTIVE DURING THE SUMMER MONTHS. SHE INFLUENCES YOUR MOOD AND MAKES YOU FEEL UNEASY OUT OF NO WHERE RIGHT BEFOR SHE MAKES CONTACT WITH YOU. SHE IS AGITATED BECAUSE HER GRAVE WAS MOVED FROM HER CHILDRENS WHEN THEY BUILT THE AIR STRIP. SHE ASKS MP`S FOR HELP OCCASIONALLY IN THE SAME AREA WHERE THE LCPL SAW HER. ONLY AT NIGHT IN ISOLATED AREAS. SHE HAS DARK HAIR DOWN TO HER KNEES AND IS SOMETIMES BELIEVED TO BE IN OR NEAR THE HOSPITAL ALTHOUGH I`VE NEVER HEARD OF ANYONE PERSONALLY SPOTTING HER NEAR THE HOSPITAL.
-------------------------------------------------------
> watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I was present at Cherry Point in 1975, and
> > remember hearing about this incident.
> >
> > Any pilot stationed at MCAS Cherry Point knows
> > about this apparition. She is not as benign as
> the
> > story states. There are several documented air
> > crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> > appearance on active runways, especially during
> > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing directly
> > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> before
> > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling too
> > fast to stop before hitting her, but not quite
> > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> > lives. I have personally read several accident
> > reports (dated many decades apart) involving
> this
> > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> > descriptive details about her are frighteningly
> > similar in each report. The woman might not be
> > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> don't
> > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> doesn't
> > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she has
> > probably earned herself many, many names over
> the
> > years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> > costly aircraft.
> > Her age was not fixed in the reports I read, so
> I
> > don't know how you arrived at 70 y/o. She was
> > simply described as female caucasian, well
> under
> > 6' tall, with grey hair tied in a bun behind
> her
> > head. Several reports cited her as wearing a
> blue
> > long-sleeved sweater, regardless of the NC
> summer
> > temperatures.
> > The reports included conclusions regarding Line
> of
> > Duty and Misconduct, as required any time an
> > active duty Marine is killed or gravely injured
> > on-duty, not as a result of combat action. They
> > included information about Military Police
> > searches of the immediate areas following each
> > crash (trying to find her), statements of
> several
> > survivors, and some transcripts of recorded
> > intercom conversations among aircrew when they
> saw
> > her (and she was seen by several witnesses in
> the
> > same aircraft before the accidents). She has
> > apparently never been seen from the Air Control
> > tower, altho taped emergency conversations btwn
> > aircraft and tower have been included in some
> of
> > the reports. "Miss Mary", or whatever else you
> > want to call her, is not a joke. She's a
> killer,
> > not to be forgiven.
> > And by the way, First Writer, the title
> "Marine"
> > is spelled with a capital "M". And henceforth,
> > NEVER refer to a Marine as a 'soldier'. There's
> a
> > very large difference btwn the two.
>
> Kissie Sykes haunts Cherry Point
> http://www.cherrypoint.marines.mil/News/NewsArticl
> eDisplay/tabid/4890/Article/152895/kissie-sykes-ha
> unts-cherry-point.aspx
>
> MARINE CORPS AIR STATION CHERRY POINT, N.C. -- A
> popular legend among personnel at Cherry Point is
> the ghost of Kissie Sykes, a woman who was buried
> here with her two children long before the air
> station existed. Some believe they now haunt the
> air station.
>
> According to the most popular story, early in the
> construction of Cherry Point’s flight line
> Kissie’s gravesite was moved in order to make
> room for the project. The legend states that she
> was separated from her children in the process and
> she is now said to be forever searching for them.
>
> Early one morning in 1986, Jeff Styron woke up to
> start his day and headed to work like he had been
> doing every day since he started his job in the
> Resident Officer in Charge of Construction Office
> in 1984.
>
> Styron said it was around 3 a.m. when he and his
> coworkers were replacing the center mat of the
> flight line, the intersection where the four
> runways meet, when they heard something eerie and
> out of place, something that couldn’t be real.
>
> “It sounded like kids were playing at a
> playground which was the oddest thing,” said
> Styron. “We brushed it off at first because we
> thought, ‘Why would there be kids playing this
> early on a flight line?’”
>
> Styron said he dismissed the laughter and forgot
> about the whole incident for almost 30 years,
> never thinking twice about it, until he read a
> blog online that made the hair on the back of his
> neck stand up.
>
> “I was reading about a woman named Kissie
> Sykes,” he said. “It said that she haunts the
> flight line and when she is around you can hear
> children playing or laughing. I had never even
> heard of Kissie Sykes until then and it knocked me
> back.”
>
> But did Styron really experience a visit from
> Cherry Point’s infamous Kissie Sykes? Or was the
> laughter he heard that of her children, who are
> rumored to haunt Cherry Point while their mother,
> Sykes, endlessly searches for them?
>
> Brie Lehew, the air station’s historian, says
> that the Sykes’ were among three families the
> air station purchased land from prior to its
> completion.
>
> “The Sykes, the Bryants and the Buys were all
> families the air station purchased land from, so
> the tale of Kissie Sykes has been around for quite
> some time,” said Lehew. “I’ve been to her
> gravesite myself and it’s chilling to look
> at.”
>
> Syke’s grave is located in one of 13 Cherry
> Point graveyards. She is now buried in the
> graveyard closest to the gas chamber aboard the
> air station. She is said to roam the flight line,
> housing areas and other parts of the air station
> searching for her children.
>
> “A few years ago we had reports from Marines at
> Aircraft Rescue and Fire Fighting who were pretty
> shaken up after they said something jumped on
> their truck that resembled a woman,” said Lehew.
> “The fact that these were grown Marines who were
> terrified makes me believe it was her.”
>
> Lehew says that most reports regarding the
> unexplained have come from Marines at ARFF who
> work night shifts.
>
> Cpl. Charles Mefford works as a rescue man at ARFF
> and claims to have experienced a visit from Sykes
> in September of this year when the trucks started
> turning themselves on.
>
> “Me and a few other Marines were out near the
> flight line during our shift when the trucks
> started turning on and the doors started opening
> by themselves,” said Mefford. “We went to
> check it out and when we turned them off, others
> started turning on. It really freaked us out.”
>
> Mefford said that he believed it was Sykes after
> hearing stories about her prior to his
> experience.
>
> “There are a lot of stories about Sykes and
> pilots refusing to land after seeing a woman walk
> across the flight line,” said Mefford. “The
> one that really freaked me out was the story about
> the lance corporal who was admitted into a mental
> institution after they found him curled in a ball
> by her gravesite saying ‘She wants her kids.”
>
>
> Tales of Kissie Sykes continue to haunt the air
> station as one of its most famous urban legends.
>
> “Cherry Point has a lot of history and continues
> to make it,” said Lehew. “The tale of Sykes is
> pretty freaky because we just don’t know.”
>
> Kissie Sykes grave is located near the gas chamber
> at Cherry Point. The grave was relocated during
> the construction of the flight line. (Photo by
> Pfc. Victor Arriaga)
SHE GETS MORE ACTIVE DURING THE SUMMER MONTHS. SHE INFLUENCES YOUR MOOD AND MAKES YOU FEEL UNEASY OUT OF NO WHERE RIGHT BEFOR SHE MAKES CONTACT WITH YOU. SHE IS AGITATED BECAUSE HER GRAVE WAS MOVED FROM HER CHILDRENS WHEN THEY BUILT THE AIR STRIP. SHE ASKS MP`S FOR HELP OCCASIONALLY IN THE SAME AREA WHERE THE LCPL SAW HER. ONLY AT NIGHT IN ISOLATED AREAS. SHE HAS DARK HAIR DOWN TO HER KNEES AND IS SOMETIMES BELIEVED TO BE IN OR NEAR THE HOSPITAL ALTHOUGH I`VE NEVER HEARD OF ANYONE PERSONALLY SPOTTING HER NEAR THE HOSPITAL.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
MCAS
()
Date: January 21, 2014 10:46AM
Back when I was stationed with VMA 223, I recall one night when one of our guys had an encounter with Kissy. A Sgt from my avionics shop had taken one of the Harriers out for a compass calibration. The calibration site is located pretty much in the center of the flight line, and at 11:00 at night it is pretty dark and isolated.
My buddy who had helped take the aircraft out was sitting in the "tug" waiting for the calibration to be accomplished, when suddenly a lady (Kissy) was standing next to the open window of the tug.
She asked him "Have you seen my children?"
Answering "No, I haven`t. Ma`m do you need any help?" my buddy was alarmed that a woman in her night gown was standing in the middle of an airfield.
As he turned to get out of the tug, he turned around and she had vanished.
Shaken, he walked up to the plane to ask the guy in the cockpit if civilians were allowed on the airfield at night. The tech in the cockpit replied that no one should be on the airfield at all.
My buddy recounted his story. They bugged out back to the squadron shortly after, and let us know what happened.
My buddy who had helped take the aircraft out was sitting in the "tug" waiting for the calibration to be accomplished, when suddenly a lady (Kissy) was standing next to the open window of the tug.
She asked him "Have you seen my children?"
Answering "No, I haven`t. Ma`m do you need any help?" my buddy was alarmed that a woman in her night gown was standing in the middle of an airfield.
As he turned to get out of the tug, he turned around and she had vanished.
Shaken, he walked up to the plane to ask the guy in the cockpit if civilians were allowed on the airfield at night. The tech in the cockpit replied that no one should be on the airfield at all.
My buddy recounted his story. They bugged out back to the squadron shortly after, and let us know what happened.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Civil War Ghosts
()
Date: January 21, 2014 10:49AM
In the war between the states, the North and South met up twice in what is known as the battles of Bull Run. June 1861 and again in August 1862. Around 24,000 men died in those two conflicts. I think some of them still think it's still going on.
In April 1964 me and two of my friends went camping up on a wooded area of the park. My oldest sister owned a house not more then a 1/2 mile from the park. It was Easter break from school and we had four days of camping and hiking to do. She picked us up and took us back to her house. We told her about where we were headed and off we went. We went about a mile or so and found the spot we wanted for the night. It was up on a small rolling hill and had a wonderful view of the area.
We set up the tent and got the campfire going. After we cooked our food it started to rain so in the tent we headed. As a bunch of 12 year old boys would do we started talking about the girls at school and what ever else 12 year olds talked about. Not once did the subject of ghost come up. We all started to dose off when we heard what sounded like Jug band music. By this I mean someone blowing on a jug and playing a harmonica. I had never heard the tune they were playing but it was foot tapping. You could hear men talking and clapping along with the music.
We at first thought some other group of people had camped close to us. We got out of the tent and could see a campfire down the hill from us about 100 or so feet. There seem to be about 10 or more people that we could see around the campfire. They were glowing blue in color. That might have been from the flames of the fire. You could see what looked like rifles, some had crossed in their arms. As we were looking down the hill everything went dark. There was no campfire or music or people in blue.
I think we all felt fear at the same time. We started running as fast and hard as we could. We took nothing with us. We ran the wrong way hitting trees and each other and when we did get back to my sisters house we all were shaking in her hallway next to her bedroom.
After the sun came up we went to get our stuff. We decided to go down the hill to see about the campfire and people we had seen just hours before. The underbrush was too much to have had a camp there and we could not find any traces of a campfire.
We stayed at my sisters house the rest of the time, and went hiking only. No more camping for that trip.
I had never been so frightened in my life, but could not have asked for a better camping trip. What an adventure that was.
I have not seen my friends in twenty or more years as we all went different ways and I no longer live in Virginia but the last time I saw one of them was around 1986, the camping trip was brought up and relived once again.
I still wonder if they were Northern or Southern troops and if they were reliving a happy night before their last battle.
Whatever it was, it sure got me thinking about ghosts and wanting to find out more.
In April 1964 me and two of my friends went camping up on a wooded area of the park. My oldest sister owned a house not more then a 1/2 mile from the park. It was Easter break from school and we had four days of camping and hiking to do. She picked us up and took us back to her house. We told her about where we were headed and off we went. We went about a mile or so and found the spot we wanted for the night. It was up on a small rolling hill and had a wonderful view of the area.
We set up the tent and got the campfire going. After we cooked our food it started to rain so in the tent we headed. As a bunch of 12 year old boys would do we started talking about the girls at school and what ever else 12 year olds talked about. Not once did the subject of ghost come up. We all started to dose off when we heard what sounded like Jug band music. By this I mean someone blowing on a jug and playing a harmonica. I had never heard the tune they were playing but it was foot tapping. You could hear men talking and clapping along with the music.
We at first thought some other group of people had camped close to us. We got out of the tent and could see a campfire down the hill from us about 100 or so feet. There seem to be about 10 or more people that we could see around the campfire. They were glowing blue in color. That might have been from the flames of the fire. You could see what looked like rifles, some had crossed in their arms. As we were looking down the hill everything went dark. There was no campfire or music or people in blue.
I think we all felt fear at the same time. We started running as fast and hard as we could. We took nothing with us. We ran the wrong way hitting trees and each other and when we did get back to my sisters house we all were shaking in her hallway next to her bedroom.
After the sun came up we went to get our stuff. We decided to go down the hill to see about the campfire and people we had seen just hours before. The underbrush was too much to have had a camp there and we could not find any traces of a campfire.
We stayed at my sisters house the rest of the time, and went hiking only. No more camping for that trip.
I had never been so frightened in my life, but could not have asked for a better camping trip. What an adventure that was.
I have not seen my friends in twenty or more years as we all went different ways and I no longer live in Virginia but the last time I saw one of them was around 1986, the camping trip was brought up and relived once again.
I still wonder if they were Northern or Southern troops and if they were reliving a happy night before their last battle.
Whatever it was, it sure got me thinking about ghosts and wanting to find out more.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ball's Bluff Battlefield
()
Date: January 21, 2014 10:54AM
Ball's Bluff Battlefield is another one.
http://www.hauntedplaces.org/item/balls-bluff-battlefield/
Ball’s Bluff Battlefield Regional Park and National Cemetery is a 223-acre park that contains a Civil War battlefield and the third-smallest U.S. National Cemetery. The 1861 Battle of Ball’s Bluff took place here, and 54 soldiers are buried in the cemetery. The park, which offers tours and over 7 miles of walking trails, is said to be haunted by some of the many who lost their lives here.
http://www.hauntedplaces.org/item/balls-bluff-battlefield/
Ball’s Bluff Battlefield Regional Park and National Cemetery is a 223-acre park that contains a Civil War battlefield and the third-smallest U.S. National Cemetery. The 1861 Battle of Ball’s Bluff took place here, and 54 soldiers are buried in the cemetery. The park, which offers tours and over 7 miles of walking trails, is said to be haunted by some of the many who lost their lives here.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
mcas cherry point
()
Date: January 21, 2014 10:55AM
MCAS Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Back when I was stationed with VMA 223, I recall
> one night when one of our guys had an encounter
> with Kissy. A Sgt from my avionics shop had taken
> one of the Harriers out for a compass calibration.
> The calibration site is located pretty much in the
> center of the flight line, and at 11:00 at night
> it is pretty dark and isolated.
>
> My buddy who had helped take the aircraft out was
> sitting in the "tug" waiting for the calibration
> to be accomplished, when suddenly a lady (Kissy)
> was standing next to the open window of the tug.
>
> She asked him "Have you seen my children?"
>
> Answering "No, I haven`t. Ma`m do you need any
> help?" my buddy was alarmed that a woman in her
> night gown was standing in the middle of an
> airfield.
>
> As he turned to get out of the tug, he turned
> around and she had vanished.
>
> Shaken, he walked up to the plane to ask the guy
> in the cockpit if civilians were allowed on the
> airfield at night. The tech in the cockpit replied
> that no one should be on the airfield at all.
>
> My buddy recounted his story. They bugged out back
> to the squadron shortly after, and let us know
> what happened.
Hmmmm....Two guys I worked with also tried to find the grave site of Kissy. Its rumored that in the back roads area of the base by the NBC site, you can find her grave in the small worn down graveyard.
I don`t know if her grave is actually out there, but the rumor is, one of the headstones is hers.
Anyway, they drove out at like 2 in the morning (we were all night crew guys), and got about 50 feet from the graveyard when the car died. After trying to start the car several times with no success, they tried to contact someone by cell phone. They found their phones had no cell reception.
Well they very quickly hoofed it out of there. They were pretty freaked out, but decided to go back and get the car back. They got another guy to drive them out so they could try and jump the car. Well the car still wouldn`t start when they got back out there.
They left with plans to try and retrieve the car the next day, when it wasn`t so dark.
Well the next day, the car started first crank with no jump... Take it for what it is, try it if you like, but I always say never tempt fate.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Back when I was stationed with VMA 223, I recall
> one night when one of our guys had an encounter
> with Kissy. A Sgt from my avionics shop had taken
> one of the Harriers out for a compass calibration.
> The calibration site is located pretty much in the
> center of the flight line, and at 11:00 at night
> it is pretty dark and isolated.
>
> My buddy who had helped take the aircraft out was
> sitting in the "tug" waiting for the calibration
> to be accomplished, when suddenly a lady (Kissy)
> was standing next to the open window of the tug.
>
> She asked him "Have you seen my children?"
>
> Answering "No, I haven`t. Ma`m do you need any
> help?" my buddy was alarmed that a woman in her
> night gown was standing in the middle of an
> airfield.
>
> As he turned to get out of the tug, he turned
> around and she had vanished.
>
> Shaken, he walked up to the plane to ask the guy
> in the cockpit if civilians were allowed on the
> airfield at night. The tech in the cockpit replied
> that no one should be on the airfield at all.
>
> My buddy recounted his story. They bugged out back
> to the squadron shortly after, and let us know
> what happened.
Hmmmm....Two guys I worked with also tried to find the grave site of Kissy. Its rumored that in the back roads area of the base by the NBC site, you can find her grave in the small worn down graveyard.
I don`t know if her grave is actually out there, but the rumor is, one of the headstones is hers.
Anyway, they drove out at like 2 in the morning (we were all night crew guys), and got about 50 feet from the graveyard when the car died. After trying to start the car several times with no success, they tried to contact someone by cell phone. They found their phones had no cell reception.
Well they very quickly hoofed it out of there. They were pretty freaked out, but decided to go back and get the car back. They got another guy to drive them out so they could try and jump the car. Well the car still wouldn`t start when they got back out there.
They left with plans to try and retrieve the car the next day, when it wasn`t so dark.
Well the next day, the car started first crank with no jump... Take it for what it is, try it if you like, but I always say never tempt fate.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
this will give u goosebumps
()
Date: January 21, 2014 10:58AM
A few months ago we had a little old lady who was in her 90s. She had dementia but was always able to recognize her family members. Sometimes she knew she was in the hospital and sometimes she didn't. Her dementia always got much worse at night.
She had an older son who lived with her and took care of her at home. He came to visit everyday. Well the day before her planned discharge her son called up to the hospital. I spoke with him and he told me he had a cold and wasn't going to come up to the hospital to see his mom today. He told me to tell her that he loved her and that he would see her soon. I told the patient this and she was quite upset. She was always tearful in the evenings and she cried when I told her he wasn't coming. I work days so I left at 7.
The next morning the night nurse told me she cried all night and kept talking about the house being on fire. Of course they tried to calm her down but couldn't. When I went in to assess her that morning her eyes were blood shot and she looked awful. She turned to me and asked, "Did that boy die in the fire? If he did please just tell me, I need to know." I calmly reminded her that she was in the hospital and that there hasn't been a fire.
Later that morning her other family members were at the nurses station and wanted to talk to me. They told me that the patient wasn't going to be able to be discharged home today because there wasn't any one to take care of her. They told me that her oldest son was cooking the night before and the house caught fire. Her son was airlifted to the closest burn center and his prognosis was extremely poor. They asked me not to tell the patient anything about the fire. I explained to them how she had been acting and the things she had said to me. They were shocked but decided to still not tell her.
I'm not sure if they ever told her b/c I was off the next day, and I'm not sure if her son died or not. But the patient ended up having to go to a nursing home....
Talk about motherly intuition.
Gave me chills
She had an older son who lived with her and took care of her at home. He came to visit everyday. Well the day before her planned discharge her son called up to the hospital. I spoke with him and he told me he had a cold and wasn't going to come up to the hospital to see his mom today. He told me to tell her that he loved her and that he would see her soon. I told the patient this and she was quite upset. She was always tearful in the evenings and she cried when I told her he wasn't coming. I work days so I left at 7.
The next morning the night nurse told me she cried all night and kept talking about the house being on fire. Of course they tried to calm her down but couldn't. When I went in to assess her that morning her eyes were blood shot and she looked awful. She turned to me and asked, "Did that boy die in the fire? If he did please just tell me, I need to know." I calmly reminded her that she was in the hospital and that there hasn't been a fire.
Later that morning her other family members were at the nurses station and wanted to talk to me. They told me that the patient wasn't going to be able to be discharged home today because there wasn't any one to take care of her. They told me that her oldest son was cooking the night before and the house caught fire. Her son was airlifted to the closest burn center and his prognosis was extremely poor. They asked me not to tell the patient anything about the fire. I explained to them how she had been acting and the things she had said to me. They were shocked but decided to still not tell her.
I'm not sure if they ever told her b/c I was off the next day, and I'm not sure if her son died or not. But the patient ended up having to go to a nursing home....
Talk about motherly intuition.
Gave me chills
Re: Kissie Sykes haunts Cherry Point
Posted by:
where is the grave???
()
Date: January 21, 2014 11:02AM
Pfc. Victor A. Arriaga Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I was present at Cherry Point in 1975, and
> > remember hearing about this incident.
> >
> > Any pilot stationed at MCAS Cherry Point knows
> > about this apparition. She is not as benign as
> the
> > story states. There are several documented air
> > crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> > appearance on active runways, especially during
> > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing directly
> > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> before
> > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling too
> > fast to stop before hitting her, but not quite
> > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> > lives. I have personally read several accident
> > reports (dated many decades apart) involving
> this
> > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> > descriptive details about her are frighteningly
> > similar in each report. The woman might not be
> > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> don't
> > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> doesn't
> > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she has
> > probably earned herself many, many names over
> the
> > years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> > costly aircraft.
> > Her age was not fixed in the reports I read, so
> I
> > don't know how you arrived at 70 y/o. She was
> > simply described as female caucasian, well
> under
> > 6' tall, with grey hair tied in a bun behind
> her
> > head. Several reports cited her as wearing a
> blue
> > long-sleeved sweater, regardless of the NC
> summer
> > temperatures.
> > The reports included conclusions regarding Line
> of
> > Duty and Misconduct, as required any time an
> > active duty Marine is killed or gravely injured
> > on-duty, not as a result of combat action. They
> > included information about Military Police
> > searches of the immediate areas following each
> > crash (trying to find her), statements of
> several
> > survivors, and some transcripts of recorded
> > intercom conversations among aircrew when they
> saw
> > her (and she was seen by several witnesses in
> the
> > same aircraft before the accidents). She has
> > apparently never been seen from the Air Control
> > tower, altho taped emergency conversations btwn
> > aircraft and tower have been included in some
> of
> > the reports. "Miss Mary", or whatever else you
> > want to call her, is not a joke. She's a
> killer,
> > not to be forgiven.
> > And by the way, First Writer, the title
> "Marine"
> > is spelled with a capital "M". And henceforth,
> > NEVER refer to a Marine as a 'soldier'. There's
> a
> > very large difference btwn the two.
>
> Kissie Sykes haunts Cherry Point
> http://www.cherrypoint.marines.mil/News/NewsArticl
> eDisplay/tabid/4890/Article/152895/kissie-sykes-ha
> unts-cherry-point.aspx
>
> MARINE CORPS AIR STATION CHERRY POINT, N.C. -- A
> popular legend among personnel at Cherry Point is
> the ghost of Kissie Sykes, a woman who was buried
> here with her two children long before the air
> station existed. Some believe they now haunt the
> air station.
>
> According to the most popular story, early in the
> construction of Cherry Point’s flight line
> Kissie’s gravesite was moved in order to make
> room for the project. The legend states that she
> was separated from her children in the process and
> she is now said to be forever searching for them.
>
> Early one morning in 1986, Jeff Styron woke up to
> start his day and headed to work like he had been
> doing every day since he started his job in the
> Resident Officer in Charge of Construction Office
> in 1984.
>
> Styron said it was around 3 a.m. when he and his
> coworkers were replacing the center mat of the
> flight line, the intersection where the four
> runways meet, when they heard something eerie and
> out of place, something that couldn’t be real.
>
> “It sounded like kids were playing at a
> playground which was the oddest thing,” said
> Styron. “We brushed it off at first because we
> thought, ‘Why would there be kids playing this
> early on a flight line?’”
>
> Styron said he dismissed the laughter and forgot
> about the whole incident for almost 30 years,
> never thinking twice about it, until he read a
> blog online that made the hair on the back of his
> neck stand up.
>
> “I was reading about a woman named Kissie
> Sykes,” he said. “It said that she haunts the
> flight line and when she is around you can hear
> children playing or laughing. I had never even
> heard of Kissie Sykes until then and it knocked me
> back.”
>
> But did Styron really experience a visit from
> Cherry Point’s infamous Kissie Sykes? Or was the
> laughter he heard that of her children, who are
> rumored to haunt Cherry Point while their mother,
> Sykes, endlessly searches for them?
>
> Brie Lehew, the air station’s historian, says
> that the Sykes’ were among three families the
> air station purchased land from prior to its
> completion.
>
> “The Sykes, the Bryants and the Buys were all
> families the air station purchased land from, so
> the tale of Kissie Sykes has been around for quite
> some time,” said Lehew. “I’ve been to her
> gravesite myself and it’s chilling to look
> at.”
>
> Syke’s grave is located in one of 13 Cherry
> Point graveyards. She is now buried in the
> graveyard closest to the gas chamber aboard the
> air station. She is said to roam the flight line,
> housing areas and other parts of the air station
> searching for her children.
>
> “A few years ago we had reports from Marines at
> Aircraft Rescue and Fire Fighting who were pretty
> shaken up after they said something jumped on
> their truck that resembled a woman,” said Lehew.
> “The fact that these were grown Marines who were
> terrified makes me believe it was her.”
>
> Lehew says that most reports regarding the
> unexplained have come from Marines at ARFF who
> work night shifts.
>
> Cpl. Charles Mefford works as a rescue man at ARFF
> and claims to have experienced a visit from Sykes
> in September of this year when the trucks started
> turning themselves on.
>
> “Me and a few other Marines were out near the
> flight line during our shift when the trucks
> started turning on and the doors started opening
> by themselves,” said Mefford. “We went to
> check it out and when we turned them off, others
> started turning on. It really freaked us out.”
>
> Mefford said that he believed it was Sykes after
> hearing stories about her prior to his
> experience.
>
> “There are a lot of stories about Sykes and
> pilots refusing to land after seeing a woman walk
> across the flight line,” said Mefford. “The
> one that really freaked me out was the story about
> the lance corporal who was admitted into a mental
> institution after they found him curled in a ball
> by her gravesite saying ‘She wants her kids.”
>
>
> Tales of Kissie Sykes continue to haunt the air
> station as one of its most famous urban legends.
>
> “Cherry Point has a lot of history and continues
> to make it,” said Lehew. “The tale of Sykes is
> pretty freaky because we just don’t know.”
>
> Kissie Sykes grave is located near the gas chamber
> at Cherry Point. The grave was relocated during
> the construction of the flight line. (Photo by
> Pfc. Victor Arriaga)
I'm stationed here on Cherry Point and I really want to find the graveyard. Can anyone help me?
-------------------------------------------------------
> watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I was present at Cherry Point in 1975, and
> > remember hearing about this incident.
> >
> > Any pilot stationed at MCAS Cherry Point knows
> > about this apparition. She is not as benign as
> the
> > story states. There are several documented air
> > crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> > appearance on active runways, especially during
> > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing directly
> > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> before
> > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling too
> > fast to stop before hitting her, but not quite
> > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> > lives. I have personally read several accident
> > reports (dated many decades apart) involving
> this
> > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> > descriptive details about her are frighteningly
> > similar in each report. The woman might not be
> > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> don't
> > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> doesn't
> > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she has
> > probably earned herself many, many names over
> the
> > years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> > costly aircraft.
> > Her age was not fixed in the reports I read, so
> I
> > don't know how you arrived at 70 y/o. She was
> > simply described as female caucasian, well
> under
> > 6' tall, with grey hair tied in a bun behind
> her
> > head. Several reports cited her as wearing a
> blue
> > long-sleeved sweater, regardless of the NC
> summer
> > temperatures.
> > The reports included conclusions regarding Line
> of
> > Duty and Misconduct, as required any time an
> > active duty Marine is killed or gravely injured
> > on-duty, not as a result of combat action. They
> > included information about Military Police
> > searches of the immediate areas following each
> > crash (trying to find her), statements of
> several
> > survivors, and some transcripts of recorded
> > intercom conversations among aircrew when they
> saw
> > her (and she was seen by several witnesses in
> the
> > same aircraft before the accidents). She has
> > apparently never been seen from the Air Control
> > tower, altho taped emergency conversations btwn
> > aircraft and tower have been included in some
> of
> > the reports. "Miss Mary", or whatever else you
> > want to call her, is not a joke. She's a
> killer,
> > not to be forgiven.
> > And by the way, First Writer, the title
> "Marine"
> > is spelled with a capital "M". And henceforth,
> > NEVER refer to a Marine as a 'soldier'. There's
> a
> > very large difference btwn the two.
>
> Kissie Sykes haunts Cherry Point
> http://www.cherrypoint.marines.mil/News/NewsArticl
> eDisplay/tabid/4890/Article/152895/kissie-sykes-ha
> unts-cherry-point.aspx
>
> MARINE CORPS AIR STATION CHERRY POINT, N.C. -- A
> popular legend among personnel at Cherry Point is
> the ghost of Kissie Sykes, a woman who was buried
> here with her two children long before the air
> station existed. Some believe they now haunt the
> air station.
>
> According to the most popular story, early in the
> construction of Cherry Point’s flight line
> Kissie’s gravesite was moved in order to make
> room for the project. The legend states that she
> was separated from her children in the process and
> she is now said to be forever searching for them.
>
> Early one morning in 1986, Jeff Styron woke up to
> start his day and headed to work like he had been
> doing every day since he started his job in the
> Resident Officer in Charge of Construction Office
> in 1984.
>
> Styron said it was around 3 a.m. when he and his
> coworkers were replacing the center mat of the
> flight line, the intersection where the four
> runways meet, when they heard something eerie and
> out of place, something that couldn’t be real.
>
> “It sounded like kids were playing at a
> playground which was the oddest thing,” said
> Styron. “We brushed it off at first because we
> thought, ‘Why would there be kids playing this
> early on a flight line?’”
>
> Styron said he dismissed the laughter and forgot
> about the whole incident for almost 30 years,
> never thinking twice about it, until he read a
> blog online that made the hair on the back of his
> neck stand up.
>
> “I was reading about a woman named Kissie
> Sykes,” he said. “It said that she haunts the
> flight line and when she is around you can hear
> children playing or laughing. I had never even
> heard of Kissie Sykes until then and it knocked me
> back.”
>
> But did Styron really experience a visit from
> Cherry Point’s infamous Kissie Sykes? Or was the
> laughter he heard that of her children, who are
> rumored to haunt Cherry Point while their mother,
> Sykes, endlessly searches for them?
>
> Brie Lehew, the air station’s historian, says
> that the Sykes’ were among three families the
> air station purchased land from prior to its
> completion.
>
> “The Sykes, the Bryants and the Buys were all
> families the air station purchased land from, so
> the tale of Kissie Sykes has been around for quite
> some time,” said Lehew. “I’ve been to her
> gravesite myself and it’s chilling to look
> at.”
>
> Syke’s grave is located in one of 13 Cherry
> Point graveyards. She is now buried in the
> graveyard closest to the gas chamber aboard the
> air station. She is said to roam the flight line,
> housing areas and other parts of the air station
> searching for her children.
>
> “A few years ago we had reports from Marines at
> Aircraft Rescue and Fire Fighting who were pretty
> shaken up after they said something jumped on
> their truck that resembled a woman,” said Lehew.
> “The fact that these were grown Marines who were
> terrified makes me believe it was her.”
>
> Lehew says that most reports regarding the
> unexplained have come from Marines at ARFF who
> work night shifts.
>
> Cpl. Charles Mefford works as a rescue man at ARFF
> and claims to have experienced a visit from Sykes
> in September of this year when the trucks started
> turning themselves on.
>
> “Me and a few other Marines were out near the
> flight line during our shift when the trucks
> started turning on and the doors started opening
> by themselves,” said Mefford. “We went to
> check it out and when we turned them off, others
> started turning on. It really freaked us out.”
>
> Mefford said that he believed it was Sykes after
> hearing stories about her prior to his
> experience.
>
> “There are a lot of stories about Sykes and
> pilots refusing to land after seeing a woman walk
> across the flight line,” said Mefford. “The
> one that really freaked me out was the story about
> the lance corporal who was admitted into a mental
> institution after they found him curled in a ball
> by her gravesite saying ‘She wants her kids.”
>
>
> Tales of Kissie Sykes continue to haunt the air
> station as one of its most famous urban legends.
>
> “Cherry Point has a lot of history and continues
> to make it,” said Lehew. “The tale of Sykes is
> pretty freaky because we just don’t know.”
>
> Kissie Sykes grave is located near the gas chamber
> at Cherry Point. The grave was relocated during
> the construction of the flight line. (Photo by
> Pfc. Victor Arriaga)
I'm stationed here on Cherry Point and I really want to find the graveyard. Can anyone help me?
Re: Kissie Sykes haunts Cherry Point
Posted by:
Semper Fi couple
()
Date: January 21, 2014 01:37PM
where is the grave??? Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Pfc. Victor A. Arriaga Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > I was present at Cherry Point in 1975, and
> > > remember hearing about this incident.
> > >
> > > Any pilot stationed at MCAS Cherry Point
> knows
> > > about this apparition. She is not as benign
> as
> > the
> > > story states. There are several documented
> air
> > > crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> > > appearance on active runways, especially
> during
> > > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing
> directly
> > > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> > before
> > > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling
> too
> > > fast to stop before hitting her, but not
> quite
> > > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> > > lives. I have personally read several
> accident
> > > reports (dated many decades apart) involving
> > this
> > > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> > > descriptive details about her are
> frighteningly
> > > similar in each report. The woman might not
> be
> > > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> > don't
> > > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> > doesn't
> > > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she
> has
> > > probably earned herself many, many names over
> > the
> > > years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> > > costly aircraft.
> > > Her age was not fixed in the reports I read,
> so
> > I
> > > don't know how you arrived at 70 y/o. She was
> > > simply described as female caucasian, well
> > under
> > > 6' tall, with grey hair tied in a bun behind
> > her
> > > head. Several reports cited her as wearing a
> > blue
> > > long-sleeved sweater, regardless of the NC
> > summer
> > > temperatures.
> > > The reports included conclusions regarding
> Line
> > of
> > > Duty and Misconduct, as required any time an
> > > active duty Marine is killed or gravely
> injured
> > > on-duty, not as a result of combat action.
> They
> > > included information about Military Police
> > > searches of the immediate areas following
> each
> > > crash (trying to find her), statements of
> > several
> > > survivors, and some transcripts of recorded
> > > intercom conversations among aircrew when
> they
> > saw
> > > her (and she was seen by several witnesses in
> > the
> > > same aircraft before the accidents). She has
> > > apparently never been seen from the Air
> Control
> > > tower, altho taped emergency conversations
> btwn
> > > aircraft and tower have been included in some
> > of
> > > the reports. "Miss Mary", or whatever else
> you
> > > want to call her, is not a joke. She's a
> > killer,
> > > not to be forgiven.
> > > And by the way, First Writer, the title
> > "Marine"
> > > is spelled with a capital "M". And
> henceforth,
> > > NEVER refer to a Marine as a 'soldier'.
> There's
> > a
> > > very large difference btwn the two.
> >
> > Kissie Sykes haunts Cherry Point
> >
> http://www.cherrypoint.marines.mil/News/NewsArticl
>
> >
> eDisplay/tabid/4890/Article/152895/kissie-sykes-ha
>
> > unts-cherry-point.aspx
> >
> > MARINE CORPS AIR STATION CHERRY POINT, N.C. --
> A
> > popular legend among personnel at Cherry Point
> is
> > the ghost of Kissie Sykes, a woman who was
> buried
> > here with her two children long before the air
> > station existed. Some believe they now haunt
> the
> > air station.
> >
> > According to the most popular story, early in
> the
> > construction of Cherry Point’s flight line
> > Kissie’s gravesite was moved in order to make
> > room for the project. The legend states that
> she
> > was separated from her children in the process
> and
> > she is now said to be forever searching for
> them.
> >
> > Early one morning in 1986, Jeff Styron woke up
> to
> > start his day and headed to work like he had
> been
> > doing every day since he started his job in the
> > Resident Officer in Charge of Construction
> Office
> > in 1984.
> >
> > Styron said it was around 3 a.m. when he and
> his
> > coworkers were replacing the center mat of the
> > flight line, the intersection where the four
> > runways meet, when they heard something eerie
> and
> > out of place, something that couldn’t be real.
>
> >
> > “It sounded like kids were playing at a
> > playground which was the oddest thing,” said
> > Styron. “We brushed it off at first because
> we
> > thought, ‘Why would there be kids playing
> this
> > early on a flight line?’”
> >
> > Styron said he dismissed the laughter and
> forgot
> > about the whole incident for almost 30 years,
> > never thinking twice about it, until he read a
> > blog online that made the hair on the back of
> his
> > neck stand up.
> >
> > “I was reading about a woman named Kissie
> > Sykes,” he said. “It said that she haunts
> the
> > flight line and when she is around you can hear
> > children playing or laughing. I had never even
> > heard of Kissie Sykes until then and it knocked
> me
> > back.”
> >
> > But did Styron really experience a visit from
> > Cherry Point’s infamous Kissie Sykes? Or was
> the
> > laughter he heard that of her children, who are
> > rumored to haunt Cherry Point while their
> mother,
> > Sykes, endlessly searches for them?
> >
> > Brie Lehew, the air station’s historian, says
> > that the Sykes’ were among three families the
> > air station purchased land from prior to its
> > completion.
> >
> > “The Sykes, the Bryants and the Buys were all
> > families the air station purchased land from,
> so
> > the tale of Kissie Sykes has been around for
> quite
> > some time,” said Lehew. “I’ve been to her
> > gravesite myself and it’s chilling to look
> > at.”
> >
> > Syke’s grave is located in one of 13 Cherry
> > Point graveyards. She is now buried in the
> > graveyard closest to the gas chamber aboard the
> > air station. She is said to roam the flight
> line,
> > housing areas and other parts of the air
> station
> > searching for her children.
> >
> > “A few years ago we had reports from Marines
> at
> > Aircraft Rescue and Fire Fighting who were
> pretty
> > shaken up after they said something jumped on
> > their truck that resembled a woman,” said
> Lehew.
> > “The fact that these were grown Marines who
> were
> > terrified makes me believe it was her.”
> >
> > Lehew says that most reports regarding the
> > unexplained have come from Marines at ARFF who
> > work night shifts.
> >
> > Cpl. Charles Mefford works as a rescue man at
> ARFF
> > and claims to have experienced a visit from
> Sykes
> > in September of this year when the trucks
> started
> > turning themselves on.
> >
> > “Me and a few other Marines were out near the
> > flight line during our shift when the trucks
> > started turning on and the doors started
> opening
> > by themselves,” said Mefford. “We went to
> > check it out and when we turned them off,
> others
> > started turning on. It really freaked us out.”
>
> >
> > Mefford said that he believed it was Sykes
> after
> > hearing stories about her prior to his
> > experience.
> >
> > “There are a lot of stories about Sykes and
> > pilots refusing to land after seeing a woman
> walk
> > across the flight line,” said Mefford. “The
> > one that really freaked me out was the story
> about
> > the lance corporal who was admitted into a
> mental
> > institution after they found him curled in a
> ball
> > by her gravesite saying ‘She wants her
> kids.”
> >
> >
> > Tales of Kissie Sykes continue to haunt the air
> > station as one of its most famous urban legends.
>
> >
> > “Cherry Point has a lot of history and
> continues
> > to make it,” said Lehew. “The tale of Sykes
> is
> > pretty freaky because we just don’t know.”
> >
> > Kissie Sykes grave is located near the gas
> chamber
> > at Cherry Point. The grave was relocated during
> > the construction of the flight line. (Photo by
> > Pfc. Victor Arriaga)
>
> I'm stationed here on Cherry Point and I really
> want to find the graveyard. Can anyone help me?
Me and my husband have been to the graveyard ourselves. And it is a pretty spooky place. You feel as if you are being watched. We haven't seen anything though. We noticed only two stones at the time, but a old neighbor of ours reported three stones. Then when he went back,there were only two. He felt that is was really creepy and weird. I have also heard the stories of a house that used to be on Catawba, but the house is no longer there. The reports are that PMO gets strange phone calls from the house and you can here screaming from children in the background and a woman crying a yelling telling them that she is needing help. Well when they go to the house there is no house to be found. Me a my husband we thinking if that is linked to Kissy Sikes. I guess we will never know.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Pfc. Victor A. Arriaga Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > I was present at Cherry Point in 1975, and
> > > remember hearing about this incident.
> > >
> > > Any pilot stationed at MCAS Cherry Point
> knows
> > > about this apparition. She is not as benign
> as
> > the
> > > story states. There are several documented
> air
> > > crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> > > appearance on active runways, especially
> during
> > > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing
> directly
> > > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> > before
> > > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling
> too
> > > fast to stop before hitting her, but not
> quite
> > > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> > > lives. I have personally read several
> accident
> > > reports (dated many decades apart) involving
> > this
> > > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> > > descriptive details about her are
> frighteningly
> > > similar in each report. The woman might not
> be
> > > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> > don't
> > > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> > doesn't
> > > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she
> has
> > > probably earned herself many, many names over
> > the
> > > years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> > > costly aircraft.
> > > Her age was not fixed in the reports I read,
> so
> > I
> > > don't know how you arrived at 70 y/o. She was
> > > simply described as female caucasian, well
> > under
> > > 6' tall, with grey hair tied in a bun behind
> > her
> > > head. Several reports cited her as wearing a
> > blue
> > > long-sleeved sweater, regardless of the NC
> > summer
> > > temperatures.
> > > The reports included conclusions regarding
> Line
> > of
> > > Duty and Misconduct, as required any time an
> > > active duty Marine is killed or gravely
> injured
> > > on-duty, not as a result of combat action.
> They
> > > included information about Military Police
> > > searches of the immediate areas following
> each
> > > crash (trying to find her), statements of
> > several
> > > survivors, and some transcripts of recorded
> > > intercom conversations among aircrew when
> they
> > saw
> > > her (and she was seen by several witnesses in
> > the
> > > same aircraft before the accidents). She has
> > > apparently never been seen from the Air
> Control
> > > tower, altho taped emergency conversations
> btwn
> > > aircraft and tower have been included in some
> > of
> > > the reports. "Miss Mary", or whatever else
> you
> > > want to call her, is not a joke. She's a
> > killer,
> > > not to be forgiven.
> > > And by the way, First Writer, the title
> > "Marine"
> > > is spelled with a capital "M". And
> henceforth,
> > > NEVER refer to a Marine as a 'soldier'.
> There's
> > a
> > > very large difference btwn the two.
> >
> > Kissie Sykes haunts Cherry Point
> >
> http://www.cherrypoint.marines.mil/News/NewsArticl
>
> >
> eDisplay/tabid/4890/Article/152895/kissie-sykes-ha
>
> > unts-cherry-point.aspx
> >
> > MARINE CORPS AIR STATION CHERRY POINT, N.C. --
> A
> > popular legend among personnel at Cherry Point
> is
> > the ghost of Kissie Sykes, a woman who was
> buried
> > here with her two children long before the air
> > station existed. Some believe they now haunt
> the
> > air station.
> >
> > According to the most popular story, early in
> the
> > construction of Cherry Point’s flight line
> > Kissie’s gravesite was moved in order to make
> > room for the project. The legend states that
> she
> > was separated from her children in the process
> and
> > she is now said to be forever searching for
> them.
> >
> > Early one morning in 1986, Jeff Styron woke up
> to
> > start his day and headed to work like he had
> been
> > doing every day since he started his job in the
> > Resident Officer in Charge of Construction
> Office
> > in 1984.
> >
> > Styron said it was around 3 a.m. when he and
> his
> > coworkers were replacing the center mat of the
> > flight line, the intersection where the four
> > runways meet, when they heard something eerie
> and
> > out of place, something that couldn’t be real.
>
> >
> > “It sounded like kids were playing at a
> > playground which was the oddest thing,” said
> > Styron. “We brushed it off at first because
> we
> > thought, ‘Why would there be kids playing
> this
> > early on a flight line?’”
> >
> > Styron said he dismissed the laughter and
> forgot
> > about the whole incident for almost 30 years,
> > never thinking twice about it, until he read a
> > blog online that made the hair on the back of
> his
> > neck stand up.
> >
> > “I was reading about a woman named Kissie
> > Sykes,” he said. “It said that she haunts
> the
> > flight line and when she is around you can hear
> > children playing or laughing. I had never even
> > heard of Kissie Sykes until then and it knocked
> me
> > back.”
> >
> > But did Styron really experience a visit from
> > Cherry Point’s infamous Kissie Sykes? Or was
> the
> > laughter he heard that of her children, who are
> > rumored to haunt Cherry Point while their
> mother,
> > Sykes, endlessly searches for them?
> >
> > Brie Lehew, the air station’s historian, says
> > that the Sykes’ were among three families the
> > air station purchased land from prior to its
> > completion.
> >
> > “The Sykes, the Bryants and the Buys were all
> > families the air station purchased land from,
> so
> > the tale of Kissie Sykes has been around for
> quite
> > some time,” said Lehew. “I’ve been to her
> > gravesite myself and it’s chilling to look
> > at.”
> >
> > Syke’s grave is located in one of 13 Cherry
> > Point graveyards. She is now buried in the
> > graveyard closest to the gas chamber aboard the
> > air station. She is said to roam the flight
> line,
> > housing areas and other parts of the air
> station
> > searching for her children.
> >
> > “A few years ago we had reports from Marines
> at
> > Aircraft Rescue and Fire Fighting who were
> pretty
> > shaken up after they said something jumped on
> > their truck that resembled a woman,” said
> Lehew.
> > “The fact that these were grown Marines who
> were
> > terrified makes me believe it was her.”
> >
> > Lehew says that most reports regarding the
> > unexplained have come from Marines at ARFF who
> > work night shifts.
> >
> > Cpl. Charles Mefford works as a rescue man at
> ARFF
> > and claims to have experienced a visit from
> Sykes
> > in September of this year when the trucks
> started
> > turning themselves on.
> >
> > “Me and a few other Marines were out near the
> > flight line during our shift when the trucks
> > started turning on and the doors started
> opening
> > by themselves,” said Mefford. “We went to
> > check it out and when we turned them off,
> others
> > started turning on. It really freaked us out.”
>
> >
> > Mefford said that he believed it was Sykes
> after
> > hearing stories about her prior to his
> > experience.
> >
> > “There are a lot of stories about Sykes and
> > pilots refusing to land after seeing a woman
> walk
> > across the flight line,” said Mefford. “The
> > one that really freaked me out was the story
> about
> > the lance corporal who was admitted into a
> mental
> > institution after they found him curled in a
> ball
> > by her gravesite saying ‘She wants her
> kids.”
> >
> >
> > Tales of Kissie Sykes continue to haunt the air
> > station as one of its most famous urban legends.
>
> >
> > “Cherry Point has a lot of history and
> continues
> > to make it,” said Lehew. “The tale of Sykes
> is
> > pretty freaky because we just don’t know.”
> >
> > Kissie Sykes grave is located near the gas
> chamber
> > at Cherry Point. The grave was relocated during
> > the construction of the flight line. (Photo by
> > Pfc. Victor Arriaga)
>
> I'm stationed here on Cherry Point and I really
> want to find the graveyard. Can anyone help me?
Me and my husband have been to the graveyard ourselves. And it is a pretty spooky place. You feel as if you are being watched. We haven't seen anything though. We noticed only two stones at the time, but a old neighbor of ours reported three stones. Then when he went back,there were only two. He felt that is was really creepy and weird. I have also heard the stories of a house that used to be on Catawba, but the house is no longer there. The reports are that PMO gets strange phone calls from the house and you can here screaming from children in the background and a woman crying a yelling telling them that she is needing help. Well when they go to the house there is no house to be found. Me a my husband we thinking if that is linked to Kissy Sikes. I guess we will never know.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
been there
()
Date: January 22, 2014 07:15AM
kissy's grave is beside the 5-right runway. you get there from access road. there is a small path blocked off by a pmo barrier, you can walk to it. i work for pmo, feel free to walk the path. nothing will happen. we scare "new guys" taking them down there at night. there are also some graves off of nbc road, you get there from cunningham blvd. it's the dirt road to your left by the pet warden shac, nothing happens there like "my car died and wouldn't start." we go there all the time. i have a picture of myself eating a mcdonald's cheeseburger laying on a grave (the one framed in by bricks). nothing happens!!! pmo can't just turn in our badges either, idiots! we are military just like anyone else. that's like saying an admin clerk turned in his keyboard, you're an idiot if you believe we can do that. no mysterious phone calls from any houses either. it IS fun to go out and THINK something might happen, i enjoy the thrill of being scared, too. but the truth is that none of this stuff happens. as far as the kid sitting in the guard shack "she wants her kids, she wants her kids," bogus, there are no reports of any of this. pmo uses a system to keep record of incidents they respond to, it's called CLEOC. law enforcement uses it all well, there is no such incident that exists. something like this would HAVE to go in the system. there are also graves at sunset park. that's the park at the end of the flightline. you can't go there at night (unless you're an MP... tee hee), but that place is awesome at night. there are probably around twenty graves or so here.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Daniel Murphy
()
Date: January 22, 2014 07:23AM
Semper Fi couple Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> where is the grave??? Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Pfc. Victor A. Arriaga Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > I was present at Cherry Point in 1975, and
> > > > remember hearing about this incident.
> > > >
> > > > Any pilot stationed at MCAS Cherry Point
> > knows
> > > > about this apparition. She is not as benign
> > as
> > > the
> > > > story states. There are several documented
> > air
> > > > crashes related to her sudden and
> unexplained
> > > > appearance on active runways, especially
> > during
> > > > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing
> > directly
> > > > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> > > before
> > > > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling
> > too
> > > > fast to stop before hitting her, but not
> > quite
> > > > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > > > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and
> some
> > > > lives. I have personally read several
> > accident
> > > > reports (dated many decades apart)
> involving
> > > this
> > > > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and
> the
> > > > descriptive details about her are
> > frighteningly
> > > > similar in each report. The woman might not
> > be
> > > > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> > > don't
> > > > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> > > doesn't
> > > > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she
> > has
> > > > probably earned herself many, many names
> over
> > > the
> > > > years. She has cost Marine lives, and
> several
> > > > costly aircraft.
> > > > Her age was not fixed in the reports I
> read,
> > so
> > > I
> > > > don't know how you arrived at 70 y/o. She
> was
> > > > simply described as female caucasian, well
> > > under
> > > > 6' tall, with grey hair tied in a bun
> behind
> > > her
> > > > head. Several reports cited her as wearing
> a
> > > blue
> > > > long-sleeved sweater, regardless of the NC
> > > summer
> > > > temperatures.
> > > > The reports included conclusions regarding
> > Line
> > > of
> > > > Duty and Misconduct, as required any time
> an
> > > > active duty Marine is killed or gravely
> > injured
> > > > on-duty, not as a result of combat action.
> > They
> > > > included information about Military Police
> > > > searches of the immediate areas following
> > each
> > > > crash (trying to find her), statements of
> > > several
> > > > survivors, and some transcripts of recorded
> > > > intercom conversations among aircrew when
> > they
> > > saw
> > > > her (and she was seen by several witnesses
> in
> > > the
> > > > same aircraft before the accidents). She
> has
> > > > apparently never been seen from the Air
> > Control
> > > > tower, altho taped emergency conversations
> > btwn
> > > > aircraft and tower have been included in
> some
> > > of
> > > > the reports. "Miss Mary", or whatever else
> > you
> > > > want to call her, is not a joke. She's a
> > > killer,
> > > > not to be forgiven.
> > > > And by the way, First Writer, the title
> > > "Marine"
> > > > is spelled with a capital "M". And
> > henceforth,
> > > > NEVER refer to a Marine as a 'soldier'.
> > There's
> > > a
> > > > very large difference btwn the two.
> > >
> > > Kissie Sykes haunts Cherry Point
> > >
> >
> http://www.cherrypoint.marines.mil/News/NewsArticl
>
> >
> > >
> >
> eDisplay/tabid/4890/Article/152895/kissie-sykes-ha
>
> >
> > > unts-cherry-point.aspx
> > >
> > > MARINE CORPS AIR STATION CHERRY POINT, N.C.
> --
> > A
> > > popular legend among personnel at Cherry
> Point
> > is
> > > the ghost of Kissie Sykes, a woman who was
> > buried
> > > here with her two children long before the
> air
> > > station existed. Some believe they now haunt
> > the
> > > air station.
> > >
> > > According to the most popular story, early in
> > the
> > > construction of Cherry Point’s flight line
> > > Kissie’s gravesite was moved in order to
> make
> > > room for the project. The legend states that
> > she
> > > was separated from her children in the
> process
> > and
> > > she is now said to be forever searching for
> > them.
> > >
> > > Early one morning in 1986, Jeff Styron woke
> up
> > to
> > > start his day and headed to work like he had
> > been
> > > doing every day since he started his job in
> the
> > > Resident Officer in Charge of Construction
> > Office
> > > in 1984.
> > >
> > > Styron said it was around 3 a.m. when he and
> > his
> > > coworkers were replacing the center mat of
> the
> > > flight line, the intersection where the four
> > > runways meet, when they heard something eerie
> > and
> > > out of place, something that couldn’t be
> real.
> >
> > >
> > > “It sounded like kids were playing at a
> > > playground which was the oddest thing,”
> said
> > > Styron. “We brushed it off at first because
> > we
> > > thought, ‘Why would there be kids playing
> > this
> > > early on a flight line?’”
> > >
> > > Styron said he dismissed the laughter and
> > forgot
> > > about the whole incident for almost 30 years,
> > > never thinking twice about it, until he read
> a
> > > blog online that made the hair on the back of
> > his
> > > neck stand up.
> > >
> > > “I was reading about a woman named Kissie
> > > Sykes,” he said. “It said that she haunts
> > the
> > > flight line and when she is around you can
> hear
> > > children playing or laughing. I had never
> even
> > > heard of Kissie Sykes until then and it
> knocked
> > me
> > > back.”
> > >
> > > But did Styron really experience a visit from
> > > Cherry Point’s infamous Kissie Sykes? Or
> was
> > the
> > > laughter he heard that of her children, who
> are
> > > rumored to haunt Cherry Point while their
> > mother,
> > > Sykes, endlessly searches for them?
> > >
> > > Brie Lehew, the air station’s historian,
> says
> > > that the Sykes’ were among three families
> the
> > > air station purchased land from prior to its
> > > completion.
> > >
> > > “The Sykes, the Bryants and the Buys were
> all
> > > families the air station purchased land from,
> > so
> > > the tale of Kissie Sykes has been around for
> > quite
> > > some time,” said Lehew. “I’ve been to
> her
> > > gravesite myself and it’s chilling to look
> > > at.”
> > >
> > > Syke’s grave is located in one of 13 Cherry
> > > Point graveyards. She is now buried in the
> > > graveyard closest to the gas chamber aboard
> the
> > > air station. She is said to roam the flight
> > line,
> > > housing areas and other parts of the air
> > station
> > > searching for her children.
> > >
> > > “A few years ago we had reports from
> Marines
> > at
> > > Aircraft Rescue and Fire Fighting who were
> > pretty
> > > shaken up after they said something jumped on
> > > their truck that resembled a woman,” said
> > Lehew.
> > > “The fact that these were grown Marines who
> > were
> > > terrified makes me believe it was her.”
> > >
> > > Lehew says that most reports regarding the
> > > unexplained have come from Marines at ARFF
> who
> > > work night shifts.
> > >
> > > Cpl. Charles Mefford works as a rescue man at
> > ARFF
> > > and claims to have experienced a visit from
> > Sykes
> > > in September of this year when the trucks
> > started
> > > turning themselves on.
> > >
> > > “Me and a few other Marines were out near
> the
> > > flight line during our shift when the trucks
> > > started turning on and the doors started
> > opening
> > > by themselves,” said Mefford. “We went to
> > > check it out and when we turned them off,
> > others
> > > started turning on. It really freaked us
> out.”
> >
> > >
> > > Mefford said that he believed it was Sykes
> > after
> > > hearing stories about her prior to his
> > > experience.
> > >
> > > “There are a lot of stories about Sykes and
> > > pilots refusing to land after seeing a woman
> > walk
> > > across the flight line,” said Mefford.
> “The
> > > one that really freaked me out was the story
> > about
> > > the lance corporal who was admitted into a
> > mental
> > > institution after they found him curled in a
> > ball
> > > by her gravesite saying ‘She wants her
> > kids.”
> > >
> > >
> > > Tales of Kissie Sykes continue to haunt the
> air
> > > station as one of its most famous urban
> legends.
> >
> > >
> > > “Cherry Point has a lot of history and
> > continues
> > > to make it,” said Lehew. “The tale of
> Sykes
> > is
> > > pretty freaky because we just don’t
> know.”
> > >
> > > Kissie Sykes grave is located near the gas
> > chamber
> > > at Cherry Point. The grave was relocated
> during
> > > the construction of the flight line. (Photo
> by
> > > Pfc. Victor Arriaga)
> >
> > I'm stationed here on Cherry Point and I really
> > want to find the graveyard. Can anyone help me?
>
> Me and my husband have been to the graveyard
> ourselves. And it is a pretty spooky place. You
> feel as if you are being watched. We haven't seen
> anything though. We noticed only two stones at the
> time, but a old neighbor of ours reported three
> stones. Then when he went back,there were only
> two. He felt that is was really creepy and weird.
> I have also heard the stories of a house that used
> to be on Catawba, but the house is no longer
> there. The reports are that PMO gets strange phone
> calls from the house and you can here screaming
> from children in the background and a woman crying
> a yelling telling them that she is needing help.
> Well when they go to the house there is no house
> to be found. Me a my husband we thinking if that
> is linked to Kissy Sikes. I guess we will never
> know.
Where are the childrens graves located? I am doing a cemetery survey as part of the Historical Program on base. If any one knows where any grave sites are located you can find me in Room 159 of the Training and Education building (4335). Ask for Daniel Murphy.
-------------------------------------------------------
> where is the grave??? Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Pfc. Victor A. Arriaga Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > I was present at Cherry Point in 1975, and
> > > > remember hearing about this incident.
> > > >
> > > > Any pilot stationed at MCAS Cherry Point
> > knows
> > > > about this apparition. She is not as benign
> > as
> > > the
> > > > story states. There are several documented
> > air
> > > > crashes related to her sudden and
> unexplained
> > > > appearance on active runways, especially
> > during
> > > > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing
> > directly
> > > > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> > > before
> > > > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling
> > too
> > > > fast to stop before hitting her, but not
> > quite
> > > > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > > > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and
> some
> > > > lives. I have personally read several
> > accident
> > > > reports (dated many decades apart)
> involving
> > > this
> > > > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and
> the
> > > > descriptive details about her are
> > frighteningly
> > > > similar in each report. The woman might not
> > be
> > > > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> > > don't
> > > > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> > > doesn't
> > > > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she
> > has
> > > > probably earned herself many, many names
> over
> > > the
> > > > years. She has cost Marine lives, and
> several
> > > > costly aircraft.
> > > > Her age was not fixed in the reports I
> read,
> > so
> > > I
> > > > don't know how you arrived at 70 y/o. She
> was
> > > > simply described as female caucasian, well
> > > under
> > > > 6' tall, with grey hair tied in a bun
> behind
> > > her
> > > > head. Several reports cited her as wearing
> a
> > > blue
> > > > long-sleeved sweater, regardless of the NC
> > > summer
> > > > temperatures.
> > > > The reports included conclusions regarding
> > Line
> > > of
> > > > Duty and Misconduct, as required any time
> an
> > > > active duty Marine is killed or gravely
> > injured
> > > > on-duty, not as a result of combat action.
> > They
> > > > included information about Military Police
> > > > searches of the immediate areas following
> > each
> > > > crash (trying to find her), statements of
> > > several
> > > > survivors, and some transcripts of recorded
> > > > intercom conversations among aircrew when
> > they
> > > saw
> > > > her (and she was seen by several witnesses
> in
> > > the
> > > > same aircraft before the accidents). She
> has
> > > > apparently never been seen from the Air
> > Control
> > > > tower, altho taped emergency conversations
> > btwn
> > > > aircraft and tower have been included in
> some
> > > of
> > > > the reports. "Miss Mary", or whatever else
> > you
> > > > want to call her, is not a joke. She's a
> > > killer,
> > > > not to be forgiven.
> > > > And by the way, First Writer, the title
> > > "Marine"
> > > > is spelled with a capital "M". And
> > henceforth,
> > > > NEVER refer to a Marine as a 'soldier'.
> > There's
> > > a
> > > > very large difference btwn the two.
> > >
> > > Kissie Sykes haunts Cherry Point
> > >
> >
> http://www.cherrypoint.marines.mil/News/NewsArticl
>
> >
> > >
> >
> eDisplay/tabid/4890/Article/152895/kissie-sykes-ha
>
> >
> > > unts-cherry-point.aspx
> > >
> > > MARINE CORPS AIR STATION CHERRY POINT, N.C.
> --
> > A
> > > popular legend among personnel at Cherry
> Point
> > is
> > > the ghost of Kissie Sykes, a woman who was
> > buried
> > > here with her two children long before the
> air
> > > station existed. Some believe they now haunt
> > the
> > > air station.
> > >
> > > According to the most popular story, early in
> > the
> > > construction of Cherry Point’s flight line
> > > Kissie’s gravesite was moved in order to
> make
> > > room for the project. The legend states that
> > she
> > > was separated from her children in the
> process
> > and
> > > she is now said to be forever searching for
> > them.
> > >
> > > Early one morning in 1986, Jeff Styron woke
> up
> > to
> > > start his day and headed to work like he had
> > been
> > > doing every day since he started his job in
> the
> > > Resident Officer in Charge of Construction
> > Office
> > > in 1984.
> > >
> > > Styron said it was around 3 a.m. when he and
> > his
> > > coworkers were replacing the center mat of
> the
> > > flight line, the intersection where the four
> > > runways meet, when they heard something eerie
> > and
> > > out of place, something that couldn’t be
> real.
> >
> > >
> > > “It sounded like kids were playing at a
> > > playground which was the oddest thing,”
> said
> > > Styron. “We brushed it off at first because
> > we
> > > thought, ‘Why would there be kids playing
> > this
> > > early on a flight line?’”
> > >
> > > Styron said he dismissed the laughter and
> > forgot
> > > about the whole incident for almost 30 years,
> > > never thinking twice about it, until he read
> a
> > > blog online that made the hair on the back of
> > his
> > > neck stand up.
> > >
> > > “I was reading about a woman named Kissie
> > > Sykes,” he said. “It said that she haunts
> > the
> > > flight line and when she is around you can
> hear
> > > children playing or laughing. I had never
> even
> > > heard of Kissie Sykes until then and it
> knocked
> > me
> > > back.”
> > >
> > > But did Styron really experience a visit from
> > > Cherry Point’s infamous Kissie Sykes? Or
> was
> > the
> > > laughter he heard that of her children, who
> are
> > > rumored to haunt Cherry Point while their
> > mother,
> > > Sykes, endlessly searches for them?
> > >
> > > Brie Lehew, the air station’s historian,
> says
> > > that the Sykes’ were among three families
> the
> > > air station purchased land from prior to its
> > > completion.
> > >
> > > “The Sykes, the Bryants and the Buys were
> all
> > > families the air station purchased land from,
> > so
> > > the tale of Kissie Sykes has been around for
> > quite
> > > some time,” said Lehew. “I’ve been to
> her
> > > gravesite myself and it’s chilling to look
> > > at.”
> > >
> > > Syke’s grave is located in one of 13 Cherry
> > > Point graveyards. She is now buried in the
> > > graveyard closest to the gas chamber aboard
> the
> > > air station. She is said to roam the flight
> > line,
> > > housing areas and other parts of the air
> > station
> > > searching for her children.
> > >
> > > “A few years ago we had reports from
> Marines
> > at
> > > Aircraft Rescue and Fire Fighting who were
> > pretty
> > > shaken up after they said something jumped on
> > > their truck that resembled a woman,” said
> > Lehew.
> > > “The fact that these were grown Marines who
> > were
> > > terrified makes me believe it was her.”
> > >
> > > Lehew says that most reports regarding the
> > > unexplained have come from Marines at ARFF
> who
> > > work night shifts.
> > >
> > > Cpl. Charles Mefford works as a rescue man at
> > ARFF
> > > and claims to have experienced a visit from
> > Sykes
> > > in September of this year when the trucks
> > started
> > > turning themselves on.
> > >
> > > “Me and a few other Marines were out near
> the
> > > flight line during our shift when the trucks
> > > started turning on and the doors started
> > opening
> > > by themselves,” said Mefford. “We went to
> > > check it out and when we turned them off,
> > others
> > > started turning on. It really freaked us
> out.”
> >
> > >
> > > Mefford said that he believed it was Sykes
> > after
> > > hearing stories about her prior to his
> > > experience.
> > >
> > > “There are a lot of stories about Sykes and
> > > pilots refusing to land after seeing a woman
> > walk
> > > across the flight line,” said Mefford.
> “The
> > > one that really freaked me out was the story
> > about
> > > the lance corporal who was admitted into a
> > mental
> > > institution after they found him curled in a
> > ball
> > > by her gravesite saying ‘She wants her
> > kids.”
> > >
> > >
> > > Tales of Kissie Sykes continue to haunt the
> air
> > > station as one of its most famous urban
> legends.
> >
> > >
> > > “Cherry Point has a lot of history and
> > continues
> > > to make it,” said Lehew. “The tale of
> Sykes
> > is
> > > pretty freaky because we just don’t
> know.”
> > >
> > > Kissie Sykes grave is located near the gas
> > chamber
> > > at Cherry Point. The grave was relocated
> during
> > > the construction of the flight line. (Photo
> by
> > > Pfc. Victor Arriaga)
> >
> > I'm stationed here on Cherry Point and I really
> > want to find the graveyard. Can anyone help me?
>
> Me and my husband have been to the graveyard
> ourselves. And it is a pretty spooky place. You
> feel as if you are being watched. We haven't seen
> anything though. We noticed only two stones at the
> time, but a old neighbor of ours reported three
> stones. Then when he went back,there were only
> two. He felt that is was really creepy and weird.
> I have also heard the stories of a house that used
> to be on Catawba, but the house is no longer
> there. The reports are that PMO gets strange phone
> calls from the house and you can here screaming
> from children in the background and a woman crying
> a yelling telling them that she is needing help.
> Well when they go to the house there is no house
> to be found. Me a my husband we thinking if that
> is linked to Kissy Sikes. I guess we will never
> know.
Where are the childrens graves located? I am doing a cemetery survey as part of the Historical Program on base. If any one knows where any grave sites are located you can find me in Room 159 of the Training and Education building (4335). Ask for Daniel Murphy.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
EtXKP
()
Date: January 22, 2014 07:31AM
My friend's brother was in a bad car accident in the middle of the night, and was brought to the hospital I work at. My friend came to the hospital, leaving her husband and two small children at home. She didn't say anything to her children about what had happened, and didn't wake them up either, as she thought it would be best to wait.Anyway, despite the efforts from the medical team, her brother did not survive the trauma and died a few hours later. When my friend got home from the hospital, exhausted from her night and in shock from what happened, she was greeted by her very sleepy 6yr old daughter, who heard her keys in the front door. She was rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, and said "mommy where is uncle Timmy?", my friend, not expecting this from her daughter, only answered "what sweetie?", her daughter said " uncle Timmy was in my room and told me to always where my seat belt, and that he loves me, but mommy where did he go? is he having breakfast with us?" My friend was in such disbelief she didn't know how to respond and just told her daughter that uncle Timmy had to go. Its amazing what messages spirits can leave behind and how they can still get through to us after they have passed.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
weird twin story
()
Date: January 22, 2014 07:36AM
A past friend of mine told me this story, not really ghostly, but still weird...
My friend was a twin & studying nursing with me. Her other twin had gone away to Sydney for work or study or something.
My friend was studying at home one night, when she felt an awful, searing pain in her side. This went on and on, so her mum took her to the hospital. Tests, scans were done but nothing showed up, & eventually the pain subsided. The Dr said it may be a grumbling appendix, & to return if the pain got worse.
Anyway, my friend got a phone call later from an acquaintance in Sydney who knew her family. She told my friend that they were at the hospital with her sister - who had been admitted with appendicitis which had to be removed!
My friend felt twin sympathy pains and yet she was thousands of kilometers away. She found out later that the time her sister was having her appendix removed, was the time she had the most awful pain!
My friend was a twin & studying nursing with me. Her other twin had gone away to Sydney for work or study or something.
My friend was studying at home one night, when she felt an awful, searing pain in her side. This went on and on, so her mum took her to the hospital. Tests, scans were done but nothing showed up, & eventually the pain subsided. The Dr said it may be a grumbling appendix, & to return if the pain got worse.
Anyway, my friend got a phone call later from an acquaintance in Sydney who knew her family. She told my friend that they were at the hospital with her sister - who had been admitted with appendicitis which had to be removed!
My friend felt twin sympathy pains and yet she was thousands of kilometers away. She found out later that the time her sister was having her appendix removed, was the time she had the most awful pain!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
directions to graves
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Date: January 22, 2014 07:40AM
Daniel Murphy Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Semper Fi couple Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > where is the grave??? Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Pfc. Victor A. Arriaga Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> > > >
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > >
> > > > -----
> > > > > I was present at Cherry Point in 1975,
> and
> > > > > remember hearing about this incident.
> > > > >
> > > > > Any pilot stationed at MCAS Cherry Point
> > > knows
> > > > > about this apparition. She is not as
> benign
> > > as
> > > > the
> > > > > story states. There are several
> documented
> > > air
> > > > > crashes related to her sudden and
> > unexplained
> > > > > appearance on active runways, especially
> > > during
> > > > > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing
> > > directly
> > > > > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> > > > before
> > > > > they attain airspeed, when they are
> rolling
> > > too
> > > > > fast to stop before hitting her, but not
> > > quite
> > > > > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > > > > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and
> > some
> > > > > lives. I have personally read several
> > > accident
> > > > > reports (dated many decades apart)
> > involving
> > > > this
> > > > > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and
> > the
> > > > > descriptive details about her are
> > > frighteningly
> > > > > similar in each report. The woman might
> not
> > > be
> > > > > real, but the air crashes certainly are.
> I
> > > > don't
> > > > > recall what they called her, but Miss
> Mary
> > > > doesn't
> > > > > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines,
> she
> > > has
> > > > > probably earned herself many, many names
> > over
> > > > the
> > > > > years. She has cost Marine lives, and
> > several
> > > > > costly aircraft.
> > > > > Her age was not fixed in the reports I
> > read,
> > > so
> > > > I
> > > > > don't know how you arrived at 70 y/o. She
> > was
> > > > > simply described as female caucasian,
> well
> > > > under
> > > > > 6' tall, with grey hair tied in a bun
> > behind
> > > > her
> > > > > head. Several reports cited her as
> wearing
> > a
> > > > blue
> > > > > long-sleeved sweater, regardless of the
> NC
> > > > summer
> > > > > temperatures.
> > > > > The reports included conclusions
> regarding
> > > Line
> > > > of
> > > > > Duty and Misconduct, as required any time
> > an
> > > > > active duty Marine is killed or gravely
> > > injured
> > > > > on-duty, not as a result of combat
> action.
> > > They
> > > > > included information about Military
> Police
> > > > > searches of the immediate areas following
> > > each
> > > > > crash (trying to find her), statements of
> > > > several
> > > > > survivors, and some transcripts of
> recorded
> > > > > intercom conversations among aircrew when
> > > they
> > > > saw
> > > > > her (and she was seen by several
> witnesses
> > in
> > > > the
> > > > > same aircraft before the accidents). She
> > has
> > > > > apparently never been seen from the Air
> > > Control
> > > > > tower, altho taped emergency
> conversations
> > > btwn
> > > > > aircraft and tower have been included in
> > some
> > > > of
> > > > > the reports. "Miss Mary", or whatever
> else
> > > you
> > > > > want to call her, is not a joke. She's a
> > > > killer,
> > > > > not to be forgiven.
> > > > > And by the way, First Writer, the title
> > > > "Marine"
> > > > > is spelled with a capital "M". And
> > > henceforth,
> > > > > NEVER refer to a Marine as a 'soldier'.
> > > There's
> > > > a
> > > > > very large difference btwn the two.
> > > >
> > > > Kissie Sykes haunts Cherry Point
> > > >
> > >
> >
> http://www.cherrypoint.marines.mil/News/NewsArticl
>
> >
> > >
> > > >
> > >
> >
> eDisplay/tabid/4890/Article/152895/kissie-sykes-ha
>
> >
> > >
> > > > unts-cherry-point.aspx
> > > >
> > > > MARINE CORPS AIR STATION CHERRY POINT, N.C.
> > --
> > > A
> > > > popular legend among personnel at Cherry
> > Point
> > > is
> > > > the ghost of Kissie Sykes, a woman who was
> > > buried
> > > > here with her two children long before the
> > air
> > > > station existed. Some believe they now
> haunt
> > > the
> > > > air station.
> > > >
> > > > According to the most popular story, early
> in
> > > the
> > > > construction of Cherry Point’s flight
> line
> > > > Kissie’s gravesite was moved in order to
> > make
> > > > room for the project. The legend states
> that
> > > she
> > > > was separated from her children in the
> > process
> > > and
> > > > she is now said to be forever searching for
> > > them.
> > > >
> > > > Early one morning in 1986, Jeff Styron woke
> > up
> > > to
> > > > start his day and headed to work like he
> had
> > > been
> > > > doing every day since he started his job in
> > the
> > > > Resident Officer in Charge of Construction
> > > Office
> > > > in 1984.
> > > >
> > > > Styron said it was around 3 a.m. when he
> and
> > > his
> > > > coworkers were replacing the center mat of
> > the
> > > > flight line, the intersection where the
> four
> > > > runways meet, when they heard something
> eerie
> > > and
> > > > out of place, something that couldn’t be
> > real.
> > >
> > > >
> > > > “It sounded like kids were playing at a
> > > > playground which was the oddest thing,”
> > said
> > > > Styron. “We brushed it off at first
> because
> > > we
> > > > thought, ‘Why would there be kids playing
> > > this
> > > > early on a flight line?’”
> > > >
> > > > Styron said he dismissed the laughter and
> > > forgot
> > > > about the whole incident for almost 30
> years,
> > > > never thinking twice about it, until he
> read
> > a
> > > > blog online that made the hair on the back
> of
> > > his
> > > > neck stand up.
> > > >
> > > > “I was reading about a woman named Kissie
> > > > Sykes,” he said. “It said that she
> haunts
> > > the
> > > > flight line and when she is around you can
> > hear
> > > > children playing or laughing. I had never
> > even
> > > > heard of Kissie Sykes until then and it
> > knocked
> > > me
> > > > back.”
> > > >
> > > > But did Styron really experience a visit
> from
> > > > Cherry Point’s infamous Kissie Sykes? Or
> > was
> > > the
> > > > laughter he heard that of her children, who
> > are
> > > > rumored to haunt Cherry Point while their
> > > mother,
> > > > Sykes, endlessly searches for them?
> > > >
> > > > Brie Lehew, the air station’s historian,
> > says
> > > > that the Sykes’ were among three families
> > the
> > > > air station purchased land from prior to
> its
> > > > completion.
> > > >
> > > > “The Sykes, the Bryants and the Buys were
> > all
> > > > families the air station purchased land
> from,
> > > so
> > > > the tale of Kissie Sykes has been around
> for
> > > quite
> > > > some time,” said Lehew. “I’ve been to
> > her
> > > > gravesite myself and it’s chilling to
> look
> > > > at.”
> > > >
> > > > Syke’s grave is located in one of 13
> Cherry
> > > > Point graveyards. She is now buried in the
> > > > graveyard closest to the gas chamber aboard
> > the
> > > > air station. She is said to roam the flight
> > > line,
> > > > housing areas and other parts of the air
> > > station
> > > > searching for her children.
> > > >
> > > > “A few years ago we had reports from
> > Marines
> > > at
> > > > Aircraft Rescue and Fire Fighting who were
> > > pretty
> > > > shaken up after they said something jumped
> on
> > > > their truck that resembled a woman,” said
> > > Lehew.
> > > > “The fact that these were grown Marines
> who
> > > were
> > > > terrified makes me believe it was her.”
> > > >
> > > > Lehew says that most reports regarding the
> > > > unexplained have come from Marines at ARFF
> > who
> > > > work night shifts.
> > > >
> > > > Cpl. Charles Mefford works as a rescue man
> at
> > > ARFF
> > > > and claims to have experienced a visit from
> > > Sykes
> > > > in September of this year when the trucks
> > > started
> > > > turning themselves on.
> > > >
> > > > “Me and a few other Marines were out near
> > the
> > > > flight line during our shift when the
> trucks
> > > > started turning on and the doors started
> > > opening
> > > > by themselves,” said Mefford. “We went
> to
> > > > check it out and when we turned them off,
> > > others
> > > > started turning on. It really freaked us
> > out.”
> > >
> > > >
> > > > Mefford said that he believed it was Sykes
> > > after
> > > > hearing stories about her prior to his
> > > > experience.
> > > >
> > > > “There are a lot of stories about Sykes
> and
> > > > pilots refusing to land after seeing a
> woman
> > > walk
> > > > across the flight line,” said Mefford.
> > “The
> > > > one that really freaked me out was the
> story
> > > about
> > > > the lance corporal who was admitted into a
> > > mental
> > > > institution after they found him curled in
> a
> > > ball
> > > > by her gravesite saying ‘She wants her
> > > kids.”
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Tales of Kissie Sykes continue to haunt the
> > air
> > > > station as one of its most famous urban
> > legends.
> > >
> > > >
> > > > “Cherry Point has a lot of history and
> > > continues
> > > > to make it,” said Lehew. “The tale of
> > Sykes
> > > is
> > > > pretty freaky because we just don’t
> > know.”
> > > >
> > > > Kissie Sykes grave is located near the gas
> > > chamber
> > > > at Cherry Point. The grave was relocated
> > during
> > > > the construction of the flight line. (Photo
> > by
> > > > Pfc. Victor Arriaga)
> > >
> > > I'm stationed here on Cherry Point and I
> really
> > > want to find the graveyard. Can anyone help
> me?
> >
> > Me and my husband have been to the graveyard
> > ourselves. And it is a pretty spooky place. You
> > feel as if you are being watched. We haven't
> seen
> > anything though. We noticed only two stones at
> the
> > time, but a old neighbor of ours reported three
> > stones. Then when he went back,there were only
> > two. He felt that is was really creepy and
> weird.
> > I have also heard the stories of a house that
> used
> > to be on Catawba, but the house is no longer
> > there. The reports are that PMO gets strange
> phone
> > calls from the house and you can here screaming
> > from children in the background and a woman
> crying
> > a yelling telling them that she is needing
> help.
> > Well when they go to the house there is no
> house
> > to be found. Me a my husband we thinking if
> that
> > is linked to Kissy Sikes. I guess we will never
> > know.
>
> Where are the childrens graves located? I am doing
> a cemetery survey as part of the Historical
> Program on base. If any one knows where any grave
> sites are located you can find me in Room 159 of
> the Training and Education building (4335). Ask
> for Daniel Murphy.
ya go 2 the first light u cm 2 turn r and again da first r go down that st. ull cm 2 a back gate jus b 4 it go l on da dirt rd. go all the way down it on the left. their r 2 other grave yards down that rd in da woods.... if u cant find it u cn call. 252-622-8494... this is femaleparanormal us girls go out thier and the other g yards on base.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Semper Fi couple Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > where is the grave??? Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Pfc. Victor A. Arriaga Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> > > >
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > >
> > > > -----
> > > > > I was present at Cherry Point in 1975,
> and
> > > > > remember hearing about this incident.
> > > > >
> > > > > Any pilot stationed at MCAS Cherry Point
> > > knows
> > > > > about this apparition. She is not as
> benign
> > > as
> > > > the
> > > > > story states. There are several
> documented
> > > air
> > > > > crashes related to her sudden and
> > unexplained
> > > > > appearance on active runways, especially
> > > during
> > > > > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing
> > > directly
> > > > > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> > > > before
> > > > > they attain airspeed, when they are
> rolling
> > > too
> > > > > fast to stop before hitting her, but not
> > > quite
> > > > > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > > > > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and
> > some
> > > > > lives. I have personally read several
> > > accident
> > > > > reports (dated many decades apart)
> > involving
> > > > this
> > > > > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and
> > the
> > > > > descriptive details about her are
> > > frighteningly
> > > > > similar in each report. The woman might
> not
> > > be
> > > > > real, but the air crashes certainly are.
> I
> > > > don't
> > > > > recall what they called her, but Miss
> Mary
> > > > doesn't
> > > > > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines,
> she
> > > has
> > > > > probably earned herself many, many names
> > over
> > > > the
> > > > > years. She has cost Marine lives, and
> > several
> > > > > costly aircraft.
> > > > > Her age was not fixed in the reports I
> > read,
> > > so
> > > > I
> > > > > don't know how you arrived at 70 y/o. She
> > was
> > > > > simply described as female caucasian,
> well
> > > > under
> > > > > 6' tall, with grey hair tied in a bun
> > behind
> > > > her
> > > > > head. Several reports cited her as
> wearing
> > a
> > > > blue
> > > > > long-sleeved sweater, regardless of the
> NC
> > > > summer
> > > > > temperatures.
> > > > > The reports included conclusions
> regarding
> > > Line
> > > > of
> > > > > Duty and Misconduct, as required any time
> > an
> > > > > active duty Marine is killed or gravely
> > > injured
> > > > > on-duty, not as a result of combat
> action.
> > > They
> > > > > included information about Military
> Police
> > > > > searches of the immediate areas following
> > > each
> > > > > crash (trying to find her), statements of
> > > > several
> > > > > survivors, and some transcripts of
> recorded
> > > > > intercom conversations among aircrew when
> > > they
> > > > saw
> > > > > her (and she was seen by several
> witnesses
> > in
> > > > the
> > > > > same aircraft before the accidents). She
> > has
> > > > > apparently never been seen from the Air
> > > Control
> > > > > tower, altho taped emergency
> conversations
> > > btwn
> > > > > aircraft and tower have been included in
> > some
> > > > of
> > > > > the reports. "Miss Mary", or whatever
> else
> > > you
> > > > > want to call her, is not a joke. She's a
> > > > killer,
> > > > > not to be forgiven.
> > > > > And by the way, First Writer, the title
> > > > "Marine"
> > > > > is spelled with a capital "M". And
> > > henceforth,
> > > > > NEVER refer to a Marine as a 'soldier'.
> > > There's
> > > > a
> > > > > very large difference btwn the two.
> > > >
> > > > Kissie Sykes haunts Cherry Point
> > > >
> > >
> >
> http://www.cherrypoint.marines.mil/News/NewsArticl
>
> >
> > >
> > > >
> > >
> >
> eDisplay/tabid/4890/Article/152895/kissie-sykes-ha
>
> >
> > >
> > > > unts-cherry-point.aspx
> > > >
> > > > MARINE CORPS AIR STATION CHERRY POINT, N.C.
> > --
> > > A
> > > > popular legend among personnel at Cherry
> > Point
> > > is
> > > > the ghost of Kissie Sykes, a woman who was
> > > buried
> > > > here with her two children long before the
> > air
> > > > station existed. Some believe they now
> haunt
> > > the
> > > > air station.
> > > >
> > > > According to the most popular story, early
> in
> > > the
> > > > construction of Cherry Point’s flight
> line
> > > > Kissie’s gravesite was moved in order to
> > make
> > > > room for the project. The legend states
> that
> > > she
> > > > was separated from her children in the
> > process
> > > and
> > > > she is now said to be forever searching for
> > > them.
> > > >
> > > > Early one morning in 1986, Jeff Styron woke
> > up
> > > to
> > > > start his day and headed to work like he
> had
> > > been
> > > > doing every day since he started his job in
> > the
> > > > Resident Officer in Charge of Construction
> > > Office
> > > > in 1984.
> > > >
> > > > Styron said it was around 3 a.m. when he
> and
> > > his
> > > > coworkers were replacing the center mat of
> > the
> > > > flight line, the intersection where the
> four
> > > > runways meet, when they heard something
> eerie
> > > and
> > > > out of place, something that couldn’t be
> > real.
> > >
> > > >
> > > > “It sounded like kids were playing at a
> > > > playground which was the oddest thing,”
> > said
> > > > Styron. “We brushed it off at first
> because
> > > we
> > > > thought, ‘Why would there be kids playing
> > > this
> > > > early on a flight line?’”
> > > >
> > > > Styron said he dismissed the laughter and
> > > forgot
> > > > about the whole incident for almost 30
> years,
> > > > never thinking twice about it, until he
> read
> > a
> > > > blog online that made the hair on the back
> of
> > > his
> > > > neck stand up.
> > > >
> > > > “I was reading about a woman named Kissie
> > > > Sykes,” he said. “It said that she
> haunts
> > > the
> > > > flight line and when she is around you can
> > hear
> > > > children playing or laughing. I had never
> > even
> > > > heard of Kissie Sykes until then and it
> > knocked
> > > me
> > > > back.”
> > > >
> > > > But did Styron really experience a visit
> from
> > > > Cherry Point’s infamous Kissie Sykes? Or
> > was
> > > the
> > > > laughter he heard that of her children, who
> > are
> > > > rumored to haunt Cherry Point while their
> > > mother,
> > > > Sykes, endlessly searches for them?
> > > >
> > > > Brie Lehew, the air station’s historian,
> > says
> > > > that the Sykes’ were among three families
> > the
> > > > air station purchased land from prior to
> its
> > > > completion.
> > > >
> > > > “The Sykes, the Bryants and the Buys were
> > all
> > > > families the air station purchased land
> from,
> > > so
> > > > the tale of Kissie Sykes has been around
> for
> > > quite
> > > > some time,” said Lehew. “I’ve been to
> > her
> > > > gravesite myself and it’s chilling to
> look
> > > > at.”
> > > >
> > > > Syke’s grave is located in one of 13
> Cherry
> > > > Point graveyards. She is now buried in the
> > > > graveyard closest to the gas chamber aboard
> > the
> > > > air station. She is said to roam the flight
> > > line,
> > > > housing areas and other parts of the air
> > > station
> > > > searching for her children.
> > > >
> > > > “A few years ago we had reports from
> > Marines
> > > at
> > > > Aircraft Rescue and Fire Fighting who were
> > > pretty
> > > > shaken up after they said something jumped
> on
> > > > their truck that resembled a woman,” said
> > > Lehew.
> > > > “The fact that these were grown Marines
> who
> > > were
> > > > terrified makes me believe it was her.”
> > > >
> > > > Lehew says that most reports regarding the
> > > > unexplained have come from Marines at ARFF
> > who
> > > > work night shifts.
> > > >
> > > > Cpl. Charles Mefford works as a rescue man
> at
> > > ARFF
> > > > and claims to have experienced a visit from
> > > Sykes
> > > > in September of this year when the trucks
> > > started
> > > > turning themselves on.
> > > >
> > > > “Me and a few other Marines were out near
> > the
> > > > flight line during our shift when the
> trucks
> > > > started turning on and the doors started
> > > opening
> > > > by themselves,” said Mefford. “We went
> to
> > > > check it out and when we turned them off,
> > > others
> > > > started turning on. It really freaked us
> > out.”
> > >
> > > >
> > > > Mefford said that he believed it was Sykes
> > > after
> > > > hearing stories about her prior to his
> > > > experience.
> > > >
> > > > “There are a lot of stories about Sykes
> and
> > > > pilots refusing to land after seeing a
> woman
> > > walk
> > > > across the flight line,” said Mefford.
> > “The
> > > > one that really freaked me out was the
> story
> > > about
> > > > the lance corporal who was admitted into a
> > > mental
> > > > institution after they found him curled in
> a
> > > ball
> > > > by her gravesite saying ‘She wants her
> > > kids.”
> > > >
> > > >
> > > > Tales of Kissie Sykes continue to haunt the
> > air
> > > > station as one of its most famous urban
> > legends.
> > >
> > > >
> > > > “Cherry Point has a lot of history and
> > > continues
> > > > to make it,” said Lehew. “The tale of
> > Sykes
> > > is
> > > > pretty freaky because we just don’t
> > know.”
> > > >
> > > > Kissie Sykes grave is located near the gas
> > > chamber
> > > > at Cherry Point. The grave was relocated
> > during
> > > > the construction of the flight line. (Photo
> > by
> > > > Pfc. Victor Arriaga)
> > >
> > > I'm stationed here on Cherry Point and I
> really
> > > want to find the graveyard. Can anyone help
> me?
> >
> > Me and my husband have been to the graveyard
> > ourselves. And it is a pretty spooky place. You
> > feel as if you are being watched. We haven't
> seen
> > anything though. We noticed only two stones at
> the
> > time, but a old neighbor of ours reported three
> > stones. Then when he went back,there were only
> > two. He felt that is was really creepy and
> weird.
> > I have also heard the stories of a house that
> used
> > to be on Catawba, but the house is no longer
> > there. The reports are that PMO gets strange
> phone
> > calls from the house and you can here screaming
> > from children in the background and a woman
> crying
> > a yelling telling them that she is needing
> help.
> > Well when they go to the house there is no
> house
> > to be found. Me a my husband we thinking if
> that
> > is linked to Kissy Sikes. I guess we will never
> > know.
>
> Where are the childrens graves located? I am doing
> a cemetery survey as part of the Historical
> Program on base. If any one knows where any grave
> sites are located you can find me in Room 159 of
> the Training and Education building (4335). Ask
> for Daniel Murphy.
ya go 2 the first light u cm 2 turn r and again da first r go down that st. ull cm 2 a back gate jus b 4 it go l on da dirt rd. go all the way down it on the left. their r 2 other grave yards down that rd in da woods.... if u cant find it u cn call. 252-622-8494... this is femaleparanormal us girls go out thier and the other g yards on base.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
JG6ue
()
Date: January 22, 2014 07:56AM
mcas cherry point Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> MCAS Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Back when I was stationed with VMA 223, I
> recall
> > one night when one of our guys had an encounter
> > with Kissy. A Sgt from my avionics shop had
> taken
> > one of the Harriers out for a compass
> calibration.
> > The calibration site is located pretty much in
> the
> > center of the flight line, and at 11:00 at
> night
> > it is pretty dark and isolated.
> >
> > My buddy who had helped take the aircraft out
> was
> > sitting in the "tug" waiting for the
> calibration
> > to be accomplished, when suddenly a lady
> (Kissy)
> > was standing next to the open window of the tug.
>
> >
> > She asked him "Have you seen my children?"
> >
> > Answering "No, I haven`t. Ma`m do you need any
> > help?" my buddy was alarmed that a woman in her
> > night gown was standing in the middle of an
> > airfield.
> >
> > As he turned to get out of the tug, he turned
> > around and she had vanished.
> >
> > Shaken, he walked up to the plane to ask the
> guy
> > in the cockpit if civilians were allowed on the
> > airfield at night. The tech in the cockpit
> replied
> > that no one should be on the airfield at all.
> >
> > My buddy recounted his story. They bugged out
> back
> > to the squadron shortly after, and let us know
> > what happened.
>
>
> Hmmmm....Two guys I worked with also tried to find
> the grave site of Kissy. Its rumored that in the
> back roads area of the base by the NBC site, you
> can find her grave in the small worn down
> graveyard.
>
> I don`t know if her grave is actually out there,
> but the rumor is, one of the headstones is hers.
>
> Anyway, they drove out at like 2 in the morning
> (we were all night crew guys), and got about 50
> feet from the graveyard when the car died. After
> trying to start the car several times with no
> success, they tried to contact someone by cell
> phone. They found their phones had no cell
> reception.
>
> Well they very quickly hoofed it out of there.
> They were pretty freaked out, but decided to go
> back and get the car back. They got another guy to
> drive them out so they could try and jump the car.
> Well the car still wouldn`t start when they got
> back out there.
>
> They left with plans to try and retrieve the car
> the next day, when it wasn`t so dark.
>
> Well the next day, the car started first crank
> with no jump... Take it for what it is, try it if
> you like, but I always say never tempt fate.
I am currently based at Cherry Point and know that Unsolved Mysteries has done a show on Kissy, if any one wants more info. Rumor has it that the grave yard got split in half when the base expanded it's run ways. Kissy stayed next to NBC and her children got moved to a new location on base. Thats why she is always looking for them. PMO has turned in badges and pilots have turned in wings.
-------------------------------------------------------
> MCAS Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Back when I was stationed with VMA 223, I
> recall
> > one night when one of our guys had an encounter
> > with Kissy. A Sgt from my avionics shop had
> taken
> > one of the Harriers out for a compass
> calibration.
> > The calibration site is located pretty much in
> the
> > center of the flight line, and at 11:00 at
> night
> > it is pretty dark and isolated.
> >
> > My buddy who had helped take the aircraft out
> was
> > sitting in the "tug" waiting for the
> calibration
> > to be accomplished, when suddenly a lady
> (Kissy)
> > was standing next to the open window of the tug.
>
> >
> > She asked him "Have you seen my children?"
> >
> > Answering "No, I haven`t. Ma`m do you need any
> > help?" my buddy was alarmed that a woman in her
> > night gown was standing in the middle of an
> > airfield.
> >
> > As he turned to get out of the tug, he turned
> > around and she had vanished.
> >
> > Shaken, he walked up to the plane to ask the
> guy
> > in the cockpit if civilians were allowed on the
> > airfield at night. The tech in the cockpit
> replied
> > that no one should be on the airfield at all.
> >
> > My buddy recounted his story. They bugged out
> back
> > to the squadron shortly after, and let us know
> > what happened.
>
>
> Hmmmm....Two guys I worked with also tried to find
> the grave site of Kissy. Its rumored that in the
> back roads area of the base by the NBC site, you
> can find her grave in the small worn down
> graveyard.
>
> I don`t know if her grave is actually out there,
> but the rumor is, one of the headstones is hers.
>
> Anyway, they drove out at like 2 in the morning
> (we were all night crew guys), and got about 50
> feet from the graveyard when the car died. After
> trying to start the car several times with no
> success, they tried to contact someone by cell
> phone. They found their phones had no cell
> reception.
>
> Well they very quickly hoofed it out of there.
> They were pretty freaked out, but decided to go
> back and get the car back. They got another guy to
> drive them out so they could try and jump the car.
> Well the car still wouldn`t start when they got
> back out there.
>
> They left with plans to try and retrieve the car
> the next day, when it wasn`t so dark.
>
> Well the next day, the car started first crank
> with no jump... Take it for what it is, try it if
> you like, but I always say never tempt fate.
I am currently based at Cherry Point and know that Unsolved Mysteries has done a show on Kissy, if any one wants more info. Rumor has it that the grave yard got split in half when the base expanded it's run ways. Kissy stayed next to NBC and her children got moved to a new location on base. Thats why she is always looking for them. PMO has turned in badges and pilots have turned in wings.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Mom2boys
()
Date: January 22, 2014 07:58AM
My youngest son was just a baby and it was the middle of the night, I was going across the hall to his room to nurse him. I saw a little boy standing at the other end of the hallway. At first I thought it was my older son (3 years old at the time), but when I turned back he was gone.
I didn't mention it to anyone figuring it was my sleep deprived state making me see things. Shortly after my older son started complaining about the little boy in his room that kept waking him up and teasing him. I asked how big the boy was and he said the same size as him. So I told him next time the boy did it to just tell him he needed to leave him alone because it was time for bed. My son told me the next time the boy did it that he told him to go it was time for bed and the boy did.
Fast forward 3 years later my then baby now three year old was in the room my older son used to sleep in. He complained one day of the little boy that was in his room at night.... I gave him the same advise I gave to my older son. I asked my older son about this figuring he told his brother, but he had no memory of this happening.
Not too long ago my older son was complaining about people talking to him while he was going to sleep every night, they were saying his name and whatnot. We thought maybe it was noise from outside or something and he insisted that no it was right in his room. When he went to school that day and I said "I don't know who is bothering my son, you are welcome to be here but you need to leave my children and us alone. If you keep bothering him you will have to leave" I asked him a few days later if it was still going on and he said no it stopped. About 6 months later complained again about this happening and I went in his room and reminded the voices about what I said, again it stopped.
My husband and I have seen a black shadow in the shape of a large man in the house. My husband has told me he frequently hears me calling his name when it's not me... which creeps me out totally.
We are only the 2nd owners of our home and the previous owners are alive and well, but a former pt actually told me he used to graze cattle in the area where our neighborhood is, so I'm guessing there were maybe deaths on the land?
I didn't mention it to anyone figuring it was my sleep deprived state making me see things. Shortly after my older son started complaining about the little boy in his room that kept waking him up and teasing him. I asked how big the boy was and he said the same size as him. So I told him next time the boy did it to just tell him he needed to leave him alone because it was time for bed. My son told me the next time the boy did it that he told him to go it was time for bed and the boy did.
Fast forward 3 years later my then baby now three year old was in the room my older son used to sleep in. He complained one day of the little boy that was in his room at night.... I gave him the same advise I gave to my older son. I asked my older son about this figuring he told his brother, but he had no memory of this happening.
Not too long ago my older son was complaining about people talking to him while he was going to sleep every night, they were saying his name and whatnot. We thought maybe it was noise from outside or something and he insisted that no it was right in his room. When he went to school that day and I said "I don't know who is bothering my son, you are welcome to be here but you need to leave my children and us alone. If you keep bothering him you will have to leave" I asked him a few days later if it was still going on and he said no it stopped. About 6 months later complained again about this happening and I went in his room and reminded the voices about what I said, again it stopped.
My husband and I have seen a black shadow in the shape of a large man in the house. My husband has told me he frequently hears me calling his name when it's not me... which creeps me out totally.
We are only the 2nd owners of our home and the previous owners are alive and well, but a former pt actually told me he used to graze cattle in the area where our neighborhood is, so I'm guessing there were maybe deaths on the land?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Gigi20151
()
Date: January 22, 2014 08:00AM
Okay, true story. I have always been "sensitive" to paranormal stuff - it's been happening all my life. My earliest memory is hearing the phone ringing and ringing while we were eating dinner - and I said "Is anyone going to get the phone!" It was then that it rang, I heard it before it actually started. Apparently this kind of thing happened often, with the phone, door bell, knowing who was coming to visit before my parents, etc... eventually it freaked my mother out and she said "just STOP IT! I can't take this anymore!" So I eventually just "stopped" - but nevertheless, almost every house I've ever lived in was haunted - my daughter who is 27 is a "sensitive" too, as she has a ghost that "follows" her around to which ever apartment she is in. It's a shadow ghost. Anyway...
One night I got up to go to the bathroom, (we have 2 night lights in the hallway), as I came out of the bedroom, I nearly collided with a 7 foot black/grey figure - who had the vague outline of a head and shoulders but the rest of him just sort of expanded in a blob sort of way. He had substance because he blocked the nightlight he was next to. I whirled sideways to avoid colliding with it, and when I turned around, it was gone. This really spooked me. I'm use to living with my friendly ghost, Mary, but never a black/grey blob that gave me the feeling of evil and dread.
I called TAPS (Ghost hunters), spoke with Grant - and they sent a team to investigate my house. I told them "no TV". We got some great voices on tape, footsteps, but no sign of my blob thing.
That was 4 years ago, and I never saw it again. Just our friendly ghost remains, and I don't mind sharing my house with her, so long as she doesn't rap on walls (she's done that before), or touch me (that too) then I'm good. I feel her sit on my bed at night, I've long since stopped looking to see whose there, as I never see her, but she gets up after a few minutes and goes on her way. Guess that's my story. I could give you lots of details, but not sure you would be interested.
One night I got up to go to the bathroom, (we have 2 night lights in the hallway), as I came out of the bedroom, I nearly collided with a 7 foot black/grey figure - who had the vague outline of a head and shoulders but the rest of him just sort of expanded in a blob sort of way. He had substance because he blocked the nightlight he was next to. I whirled sideways to avoid colliding with it, and when I turned around, it was gone. This really spooked me. I'm use to living with my friendly ghost, Mary, but never a black/grey blob that gave me the feeling of evil and dread.
I called TAPS (Ghost hunters), spoke with Grant - and they sent a team to investigate my house. I told them "no TV". We got some great voices on tape, footsteps, but no sign of my blob thing.
That was 4 years ago, and I never saw it again. Just our friendly ghost remains, and I don't mind sharing my house with her, so long as she doesn't rap on walls (she's done that before), or touch me (that too) then I'm good. I feel her sit on my bed at night, I've long since stopped looking to see whose there, as I never see her, but she gets up after a few minutes and goes on her way. Guess that's my story. I could give you lots of details, but not sure you would be interested.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Gigi20151
()
Date: January 22, 2014 09:33AM
The day we moved in, I saw Mary for the first time. Basically, what I saw was 1/2 of a lace gown walking across my foyer from the front door to the stairs. (we live in a 110 y/o home, my foyer is so large it is a room unto itself) I didn't see her face, or legs, just the dress that I could see through. This was broad daylight - I wasn't scared, but I was curious. The kids started complaining to myself and my husband that "Josh took my truck" or "Sara took my door stop" - the kids would search and search and eventually find the object in a place where they first looked. One night all the kids were in one bedroom watching TV - when the framed picture above the bed somehow fell by the food of the bed onto the floor - this really spooked the kids, because they knew that could never happen without some kind of "help". I lightly said, "perhaps we have a friendly ghost who wants us to know they are here" then told them not to worry about it, that it would probably stop once the ghost got use to us in their house. The kids were really excited after that, "I live in a haunted house" - surprisingly, they weren't afraid.
I saw her several times after that, always walking from the front door to the stairs. One day my hubby and his partner, Kathy, came by for lunch. I mentioned to Kathy that I "think" the house is haunted. She said "I knew it was haunted from the first time you showed it to me" I said, "How did you know?" She said, I saw her dress moving across that room (pointing to the foyer) once directly on, another time in the reflection of the TV. Kathy was "sensitive" too. I then told her, that all I see is the dress too. That was when I named her "Mary" - because she "felt" like a Mary.
When 9/11 happened, Mary noisily made her presence known (we bought the house in June 2000). We were all so sad and crying - we began hearing raps on the walls, three at a time. Even the dogs heard it. We were all in the same room watching the TV coverage. Some of us heard the raps from above the TV, others heard the raps across the room above the couch. This went on for some time - and the kids were getting upset - so I said out loud "Mary, that is enough! We are all very upset, and your rapping is making it worse - no more raps!" There were no more after that until my mother died. (another post)
I've come to believe that Mary "raps" to let us know she feels our pain. She always stops when asked to.
One day I was sitting on the couch watching TV, and I noticed my dogs were "staring" at me for the longest time. I began looking at them, it was then I realized they weren't looking at me, but above and behind me (the foyer area) I then noticed the cat was sitting on the other end of the couch looking at the same area the two dogs were. The hair rose on the back of my neck - and I talked myself into being brave enough to turn around and see what was there, my heart in my throat, I whipped my head around and saw....nothing. When I turned back, the cat was gone and the dogs were laying down. But, the three of them had been looking at something for quite a while! Wish they could talk.
I saw her several times after that, always walking from the front door to the stairs. One day my hubby and his partner, Kathy, came by for lunch. I mentioned to Kathy that I "think" the house is haunted. She said "I knew it was haunted from the first time you showed it to me" I said, "How did you know?" She said, I saw her dress moving across that room (pointing to the foyer) once directly on, another time in the reflection of the TV. Kathy was "sensitive" too. I then told her, that all I see is the dress too. That was when I named her "Mary" - because she "felt" like a Mary.
When 9/11 happened, Mary noisily made her presence known (we bought the house in June 2000). We were all so sad and crying - we began hearing raps on the walls, three at a time. Even the dogs heard it. We were all in the same room watching the TV coverage. Some of us heard the raps from above the TV, others heard the raps across the room above the couch. This went on for some time - and the kids were getting upset - so I said out loud "Mary, that is enough! We are all very upset, and your rapping is making it worse - no more raps!" There were no more after that until my mother died. (another post)
I've come to believe that Mary "raps" to let us know she feels our pain. She always stops when asked to.
One day I was sitting on the couch watching TV, and I noticed my dogs were "staring" at me for the longest time. I began looking at them, it was then I realized they weren't looking at me, but above and behind me (the foyer area) I then noticed the cat was sitting on the other end of the couch looking at the same area the two dogs were. The hair rose on the back of my neck - and I talked myself into being brave enough to turn around and see what was there, my heart in my throat, I whipped my head around and saw....nothing. When I turned back, the cat was gone and the dogs were laying down. But, the three of them had been looking at something for quite a while! Wish they could talk.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
kissy's grave info
()
Date: January 22, 2014 09:38AM
kissy's grave is beside the 5-right runway. you get there from access road. there is a small path blocked off by a pmo barrier, you can walk to it. i work for pmo, feel free to walk the path. nothing will happen. we scare "new guys" taking them down there at night. there are also some graves off of nbc road, you get there from cunningham blvd. it's the dirt road to your left by the pet warden shac, nothing happens there like "my car died and wouldn't start." we go there all the time. i have a picture of myself eating a mcdonald's cheeseburger laying on a grave (the one framed in by bricks). nothing happens!!! pmo can't just turn in our badges either, idiots! we are military just like anyone else. that's like saying an admin clerk turned in his keyboard, you're an idiot if you believe we can do that. no mysterious phone calls from any houses either. it IS fun to go out and THINK something might happen, i enjoy the thrill of being scared, too. but the truth is that none of this stuff happens. as far as the kid sitting in the guard shack "she wants her kids, she wants her kids," bogus, there are no reports of any of this. pmo uses a system to keep record of incidents they respond to, it's called CLEOC. law enforcement uses it all well, there is no such incident that exists. something like this would HAVE to go in the system. there are also graves at sunset park. that's the park at the end of the flightline. you can't go there at night (unless you're an MP... tee hee), but that place is awesome at night. there are probably around twenty graves or so here.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
NanasAngel
()
Date: January 22, 2014 09:44AM
Not a Fairfax story but i'm sure you paranormal lovers won't mind if I post it anyways
Ok so this was told to me by a close friend. We're all uni students and this particular friend does not lie. Plus it's about a house just around the corner from our place -
So my friend's fiance and 3 other friends moved into a brand new 4 bedroom flat. From the very first night they moved in they would hear someone running in the hallway banging on everyone's doors (typical of guys), this would happen when the guys would be in bed. Everyone would be in bed but they would all think that one of the other guys was doing it.
Finally after a week they all had enough and confronted each other about the racket every night. All 4 of them denied it. By now they were all spooked. So that night after they all went to bed, they hear the same thing again - somebody running past their bedrooms and banging on the doors. This time they were really ******* themselves. They heard really loud bangs like heavy stuff being thrown around. They all jumped out of bed and ran out into the living room -
They found all their furniture upside down.... AND, the walls in the living room had been CLAWED. Like really deep huge claws.
THEN as they were standing there thinking what in Gods name happened they saw black footprints appearing on the ceiling coming towards them!!
They took off from the house and rang the landlord trying to tell him that they cant stay there anymore. The landlord comes over and says - well, you guys lasted the longest. The other tenants dont even last one night.
Ok so this was told to me by a close friend. We're all uni students and this particular friend does not lie. Plus it's about a house just around the corner from our place -
So my friend's fiance and 3 other friends moved into a brand new 4 bedroom flat. From the very first night they moved in they would hear someone running in the hallway banging on everyone's doors (typical of guys), this would happen when the guys would be in bed. Everyone would be in bed but they would all think that one of the other guys was doing it.
Finally after a week they all had enough and confronted each other about the racket every night. All 4 of them denied it. By now they were all spooked. So that night after they all went to bed, they hear the same thing again - somebody running past their bedrooms and banging on the doors. This time they were really ******* themselves. They heard really loud bangs like heavy stuff being thrown around. They all jumped out of bed and ran out into the living room -
They found all their furniture upside down.... AND, the walls in the living room had been CLAWED. Like really deep huge claws.
THEN as they were standing there thinking what in Gods name happened they saw black footprints appearing on the ceiling coming towards them!!
They took off from the house and rang the landlord trying to tell him that they cant stay there anymore. The landlord comes over and says - well, you guys lasted the longest. The other tenants dont even last one night.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
carolmaccas66
()
Date: January 22, 2014 12:01PM
I have some stories my Mum told me years ago...
My Mum had gone to bed one night - she is an early riser so goes to bed early. Well she always used to say that she had this Chinese lady whom she would see when she just woke up for no particular reason (ie: didn't need the loo or anything), and she'd just sit quietly on the end of the bed. My Mum just knew this lady would be there & she'd wake up when she appeared. The apparition was always wearing a traditional Chinese, beautifully embroidered gown, a spike with silvery decorations in her black hair, all piled up on top of her head. My Mum would say hi, then the lady would just fade away. My Mum said she used to see her all the time. She never knew any Chinese people or had encountered any really up until that time. My Dad never saw this lady.
Another story she told me was truly terrifying. My Mum was restless, semi-sleeping one night and my Dad was asleep beside her. Well, Mum woke up suddenly and she looked down the bed....and there crawling UP the bed was a severed, bloody, black hand!! My Mum was adamant she was NOT dreaming. She tried to scream & wake up my Dad next to her, but she was paralysed with fear. This hand kept crawling up the bed, slowly towards her. My Mum said she has never felt such terror in her life. She was sweating like mad, her heart was hammering and she was desperate to move, but couldn't and all the time this hand just kept crawling up the bed, slowly getting closer to her. She told me she could FEEL it's fingrers digging into her as it gripped the bed clothes to get up the bed. She thinks she must have passed out, because the next day there as no evidence of a bloody hand being there and my Dad heard nothing.
To this day, my Mum still believes that hand was real, and nothing can convince her otherwise.
My Mum always used to see a black apparition either in the hall way as well, or in the kitchen, which would vanish and no-one else would ever see it.
My Mum had gone to bed one night - she is an early riser so goes to bed early. Well she always used to say that she had this Chinese lady whom she would see when she just woke up for no particular reason (ie: didn't need the loo or anything), and she'd just sit quietly on the end of the bed. My Mum just knew this lady would be there & she'd wake up when she appeared. The apparition was always wearing a traditional Chinese, beautifully embroidered gown, a spike with silvery decorations in her black hair, all piled up on top of her head. My Mum would say hi, then the lady would just fade away. My Mum said she used to see her all the time. She never knew any Chinese people or had encountered any really up until that time. My Dad never saw this lady.
Another story she told me was truly terrifying. My Mum was restless, semi-sleeping one night and my Dad was asleep beside her. Well, Mum woke up suddenly and she looked down the bed....and there crawling UP the bed was a severed, bloody, black hand!! My Mum was adamant she was NOT dreaming. She tried to scream & wake up my Dad next to her, but she was paralysed with fear. This hand kept crawling up the bed, slowly towards her. My Mum said she has never felt such terror in her life. She was sweating like mad, her heart was hammering and she was desperate to move, but couldn't and all the time this hand just kept crawling up the bed, slowly getting closer to her. She told me she could FEEL it's fingrers digging into her as it gripped the bed clothes to get up the bed. She thinks she must have passed out, because the next day there as no evidence of a bloody hand being there and my Dad heard nothing.
To this day, my Mum still believes that hand was real, and nothing can convince her otherwise.
My Mum always used to see a black apparition either in the hall way as well, or in the kitchen, which would vanish and no-one else would ever see it.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
littlesleeper
()
Date: January 22, 2014 01:29PM
My MIL had been good friends with this woman, Georgia, all of her life. Her own mother was Georgia's best friend in childhood, which made Georgia something of a second mother-figure to my MIL. Georgia had no children of her own because of a tumor in her youth, so she had basically adopted my MIL and my MIL's brothers and sisters as her own and spoiled them rotten. She had even gone as far as leaving her house to our family in her will and making my MIL her primary in the last 10 years of her life (she lived to be 96).
Georgia was sharp as a tack up until her death and never lost any of her mental abilities. One of her hardest struggles though, because of this, was dealing with the loss of her body functions and the loss of dignity she felt, having us assume more and more responsibility for her ADLs. She decided to die at home and we all took shifts being with her and doing her care in the final 6 months.
In her last month, she began seeing a very tall man dressed in white in her bedroom. If we were staying with her at night, she'd suddenly give a shout and we'd wake up and come in. She'd be shouting "You get out of here! Stop bothering me! I can't do it!" and there would never be anyone there. She'd be upset and would always want to know why we let this tall stranger into her room in the middle of the night, completely irritated with us. We always slept in her living room, which one would have to walk through to get to her room, and never saw this man. He would come to her and tell her to get up and walk to him, but she had lost function of her legs and would yell at him that she couldn't do it, that she wasn't strong enough.
He came to visit her 4-5 times before her death.
The day she died, one of my friends was there for the few hours I was out running errands for my family. My friend was snoozing on the couch because Georgia had been in a coma for three days and was in the quiet, last stage. My friend said that suddenly, she had been jerked awake like someone was warning her, shaking her by the shoulder. She ran into the room to find Georgia taking her last, very quiet breaths. She sang a soft song and Georgia passed on. She was upset later by the experience, not because the death was scary, but because she could not explain who had woken her up to witness Georgia's death.
Georgia had left her house to my family in her will and we moved in for a while after we repainted and renovated it to put it on the market. The most work we did was in the bathroom, putting in all new fixtures. Well, Georgia didn't seem to like to changes because even though we are confident that we put in good work in there, every single new screw has been undone over time and each fixture has fallen apart. Just the other day, the new cupboard door came off in my hand. I had to laugh because it was just so obviously unnatural. At first I thought it was my kids doing it one fixture at a time, but the cupboard had to be unscrewed from the inside and we have childlocks on those so my kids can't get to the chemicals and medicines. I keep apologizing out loud to Georgia for changing her bathroom, but her old fixtures were just not going to be appealing to new homeowners.
Georgia was sharp as a tack up until her death and never lost any of her mental abilities. One of her hardest struggles though, because of this, was dealing with the loss of her body functions and the loss of dignity she felt, having us assume more and more responsibility for her ADLs. She decided to die at home and we all took shifts being with her and doing her care in the final 6 months.
In her last month, she began seeing a very tall man dressed in white in her bedroom. If we were staying with her at night, she'd suddenly give a shout and we'd wake up and come in. She'd be shouting "You get out of here! Stop bothering me! I can't do it!" and there would never be anyone there. She'd be upset and would always want to know why we let this tall stranger into her room in the middle of the night, completely irritated with us. We always slept in her living room, which one would have to walk through to get to her room, and never saw this man. He would come to her and tell her to get up and walk to him, but she had lost function of her legs and would yell at him that she couldn't do it, that she wasn't strong enough.
He came to visit her 4-5 times before her death.
The day she died, one of my friends was there for the few hours I was out running errands for my family. My friend was snoozing on the couch because Georgia had been in a coma for three days and was in the quiet, last stage. My friend said that suddenly, she had been jerked awake like someone was warning her, shaking her by the shoulder. She ran into the room to find Georgia taking her last, very quiet breaths. She sang a soft song and Georgia passed on. She was upset later by the experience, not because the death was scary, but because she could not explain who had woken her up to witness Georgia's death.
Georgia had left her house to my family in her will and we moved in for a while after we repainted and renovated it to put it on the market. The most work we did was in the bathroom, putting in all new fixtures. Well, Georgia didn't seem to like to changes because even though we are confident that we put in good work in there, every single new screw has been undone over time and each fixture has fallen apart. Just the other day, the new cupboard door came off in my hand. I had to laugh because it was just so obviously unnatural. At first I thought it was my kids doing it one fixture at a time, but the cupboard had to be unscrewed from the inside and we have childlocks on those so my kids can't get to the chemicals and medicines. I keep apologizing out loud to Georgia for changing her bathroom, but her old fixtures were just not going to be appealing to new homeowners.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
????
()
Date: January 22, 2014 02:09PM
littlesleeper Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> My MIL had been good friends with this woman,
> Georgia, all of her life. Her own mother was
> Georgia's best friend in childhood, which made
> Georgia something of a second mother-figure to my
> MIL. Georgia had no children of her own because of
> a tumor in her youth, so she had basically adopted
> my MIL and my MIL's brothers and sisters as her
> own and spoiled them rotten. She had even gone as
> far as leaving her house to our family in her will
> and making my MIL her primary in the last 10 years
> of her life (she lived to be 96).
>
> Georgia was sharp as a tack up until her death and
> never lost any of her mental abilities. One of her
> hardest struggles though, because of this, was
> dealing with the loss of her body functions and
> the loss of dignity she felt, having us assume
> more and more responsibility for her ADLs. She
> decided to die at home and we all took shifts
> being with her and doing her care in the final 6
> months.
>
> In her last month, she began seeing a very tall
> man dressed in white in her bedroom. If we were
> staying with her at night, she'd suddenly give a
> shout and we'd wake up and come in. She'd be
> shouting "You get out of here! Stop bothering me!
> I can't do it!" and there would never be anyone
> there. She'd be upset and would always want to
> know why we let this tall stranger into her room
> in the middle of the night, completely irritated
> with us. We always slept in her living room, which
> one would have to walk through to get to her room,
> and never saw this man. He would come to her and
> tell her to get up and walk to him, but she had
> lost function of her legs and would yell at him
> that she couldn't do it, that she wasn't strong
> enough.
>
> He came to visit her 4-5 times before her death.
>
> The day she died, one of my friends was there for
> the few hours I was out running errands for my
> family. My friend was snoozing on the couch
> because Georgia had been in a coma for three days
> and was in the quiet, last stage. My friend said
> that suddenly, she had been jerked awake like
> someone was warning her, shaking her by the
> shoulder. She ran into the room to find Georgia
> taking her last, very quiet breaths. She sang a
> soft song and Georgia passed on. She was upset
> later by the experience, not because the death was
> scary, but because she could not explain who had
> woken her up to witness Georgia's death.
>
> Georgia had left her house to my family in her
> will and we moved in for a while after we
> repainted and renovated it to put it on the
> market. The most work we did was in the bathroom,
> putting in all new fixtures. Well, Georgia didn't
> seem to like to changes because even though we are
> confident that we put in good work in there, every
> single new screw has been undone over time and
> each fixture has fallen apart. Just the other day,
> the new cupboard door came off in my hand. I had
> to laugh because it was just so obviously
> unnatural. At first I thought it was my kids doing
> it one fixture at a time, but the cupboard had to
> be unscrewed from the inside and we have
> childlocks on those so my kids can't get to the
> chemicals and medicines. I keep apologizing out
> loud to Georgia for changing her bathroom, but her
> old fixtures were just not going to be appealing
> to new homeowners.
What is a MIL?
-------------------------------------------------------
> My MIL had been good friends with this woman,
> Georgia, all of her life. Her own mother was
> Georgia's best friend in childhood, which made
> Georgia something of a second mother-figure to my
> MIL. Georgia had no children of her own because of
> a tumor in her youth, so she had basically adopted
> my MIL and my MIL's brothers and sisters as her
> own and spoiled them rotten. She had even gone as
> far as leaving her house to our family in her will
> and making my MIL her primary in the last 10 years
> of her life (she lived to be 96).
>
> Georgia was sharp as a tack up until her death and
> never lost any of her mental abilities. One of her
> hardest struggles though, because of this, was
> dealing with the loss of her body functions and
> the loss of dignity she felt, having us assume
> more and more responsibility for her ADLs. She
> decided to die at home and we all took shifts
> being with her and doing her care in the final 6
> months.
>
> In her last month, she began seeing a very tall
> man dressed in white in her bedroom. If we were
> staying with her at night, she'd suddenly give a
> shout and we'd wake up and come in. She'd be
> shouting "You get out of here! Stop bothering me!
> I can't do it!" and there would never be anyone
> there. She'd be upset and would always want to
> know why we let this tall stranger into her room
> in the middle of the night, completely irritated
> with us. We always slept in her living room, which
> one would have to walk through to get to her room,
> and never saw this man. He would come to her and
> tell her to get up and walk to him, but she had
> lost function of her legs and would yell at him
> that she couldn't do it, that she wasn't strong
> enough.
>
> He came to visit her 4-5 times before her death.
>
> The day she died, one of my friends was there for
> the few hours I was out running errands for my
> family. My friend was snoozing on the couch
> because Georgia had been in a coma for three days
> and was in the quiet, last stage. My friend said
> that suddenly, she had been jerked awake like
> someone was warning her, shaking her by the
> shoulder. She ran into the room to find Georgia
> taking her last, very quiet breaths. She sang a
> soft song and Georgia passed on. She was upset
> later by the experience, not because the death was
> scary, but because she could not explain who had
> woken her up to witness Georgia's death.
>
> Georgia had left her house to my family in her
> will and we moved in for a while after we
> repainted and renovated it to put it on the
> market. The most work we did was in the bathroom,
> putting in all new fixtures. Well, Georgia didn't
> seem to like to changes because even though we are
> confident that we put in good work in there, every
> single new screw has been undone over time and
> each fixture has fallen apart. Just the other day,
> the new cupboard door came off in my hand. I had
> to laugh because it was just so obviously
> unnatural. At first I thought it was my kids doing
> it one fixture at a time, but the cupboard had to
> be unscrewed from the inside and we have
> childlocks on those so my kids can't get to the
> chemicals and medicines. I keep apologizing out
> loud to Georgia for changing her bathroom, but her
> old fixtures were just not going to be appealing
> to new homeowners.
What is a MIL?
Posted by:
chuckhoffmann
()
Date: January 22, 2014 02:15PM
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 03/14/2014 05:26PM by chuckhoffmann.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 03/14/2014 05:26PM by chuckhoffmann.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
mcas fueler
()
Date: January 22, 2014 02:50PM
i actually work as a fueler on cherry point and i have to do work out on the flight line every night pretty late. on one occasion while i was out working i all of a sudden just heard kids laughing and this is 2 in the morning. and everytime it is warm and i am out at pit 3 late at night i feel really uneasy. a bunch of the fuelers have seen her or had encounters with her. she has also been known to be seen out at the cargo plane area also known as the heavy pits.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
canned_bread
()
Date: January 23, 2014 08:01AM
I work at a paeds hospital and we have a few stories. One is that one of the theatres is haunted by a child. She (or he) grips the hands of staff members in the theatre but they cannot see her, they can only feel a little warm soft hand occasionally holding on to the hand of the surprised staff member. We had a member of staff (no longer employed here) in my department that used to frequent theatres and she could see ghosts (and seemed quite legitimate about it too). She was once in visiting theatres with another member of our department, and saw the girl and actually spoke to her (much to the other staff members astonishment!). Apparently she is a little girl of about 6, dressed in modern clothes and quite confused as to where to go or what to do.
The other story is we have a back corridor in my department that is not used. At night time it is quite dark as there is no external light, and the lights turn off at night anyway because it is rarely used, except when something is required out of the storage closet in that corridor. Everyone absolutely refuses to go down there at night alone because you can just FEEL something is there, and also because the same "psychic" woman above said that there is an elderly matron-type woman who appears to be disgruntled and is pacing that hallway, and also entering the closet, then coming out. Even during the day when I go into the closet I put a box or something in front of the door because closing the door and being in there alone gives me the chills big time.
And one more, the hospital I work at relocated to it's current premises approximately 15 years ago, before that it had a VERY VERY long history in another campus. There was a ghost that haunted the old campus that was in the white wing-uniform associated with the old WW1 nurses. She used to haunt an area of that old hospital after dying of a cardiac arrest during a shift, and was very well respected and loved. She apparently came with the moving of the hospital to the new campus! She is on a specific ward that was associated with the ward she used to work at, and kind of "came with" the nurses that transferred to the new hospital. Apparently patients, parents and nurses alike have seen her.
The other story is we have a back corridor in my department that is not used. At night time it is quite dark as there is no external light, and the lights turn off at night anyway because it is rarely used, except when something is required out of the storage closet in that corridor. Everyone absolutely refuses to go down there at night alone because you can just FEEL something is there, and also because the same "psychic" woman above said that there is an elderly matron-type woman who appears to be disgruntled and is pacing that hallway, and also entering the closet, then coming out. Even during the day when I go into the closet I put a box or something in front of the door because closing the door and being in there alone gives me the chills big time.
And one more, the hospital I work at relocated to it's current premises approximately 15 years ago, before that it had a VERY VERY long history in another campus. There was a ghost that haunted the old campus that was in the white wing-uniform associated with the old WW1 nurses. She used to haunt an area of that old hospital after dying of a cardiac arrest during a shift, and was very well respected and loved. She apparently came with the moving of the hospital to the new campus! She is on a specific ward that was associated with the ward she used to work at, and kind of "came with" the nurses that transferred to the new hospital. Apparently patients, parents and nurses alike have seen her.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
mcas flight line
()
Date: January 23, 2014 11:02AM
JG6ue Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> mcas cherry point Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > MCAS Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Back when I was stationed with VMA 223, I
> > recall
> > > one night when one of our guys had an
> encounter
> > > with Kissy. A Sgt from my avionics shop had
> > taken
> > > one of the Harriers out for a compass
> > calibration.
> > > The calibration site is located pretty much
> in
> > the
> > > center of the flight line, and at 11:00 at
> > night
> > > it is pretty dark and isolated.
> > >
> > > My buddy who had helped take the aircraft out
> > was
> > > sitting in the "tug" waiting for the
> > calibration
> > > to be accomplished, when suddenly a lady
> > (Kissy)
> > > was standing next to the open window of the
> tug.
> >
> > >
> > > She asked him "Have you seen my children?"
> > >
> > > Answering "No, I haven`t. Ma`m do you need
> any
> > > help?" my buddy was alarmed that a woman in
> her
> > > night gown was standing in the middle of an
> > > airfield.
> > >
> > > As he turned to get out of the tug, he turned
> > > around and she had vanished.
> > >
> > > Shaken, he walked up to the plane to ask the
> > guy
> > > in the cockpit if civilians were allowed on
> the
> > > airfield at night. The tech in the cockpit
> > replied
> > > that no one should be on the airfield at all.
> > >
> > > My buddy recounted his story. They bugged out
> > back
> > > to the squadron shortly after, and let us
> know
> > > what happened.
> >
> >
> > Hmmmm....Two guys I worked with also tried to
> find
> > the grave site of Kissy. Its rumored that in
> the
> > back roads area of the base by the NBC site,
> you
> > can find her grave in the small worn down
> > graveyard.
> >
> > I don`t know if her grave is actually out
> there,
> > but the rumor is, one of the headstones is
> hers.
> >
> > Anyway, they drove out at like 2 in the morning
> > (we were all night crew guys), and got about 50
> > feet from the graveyard when the car died.
> After
> > trying to start the car several times with no
> > success, they tried to contact someone by cell
> > phone. They found their phones had no cell
> > reception.
> >
> > Well they very quickly hoofed it out of there.
> > They were pretty freaked out, but decided to go
> > back and get the car back. They got another guy
> to
> > drive them out so they could try and jump the
> car.
> > Well the car still wouldn`t start when they got
> > back out there.
> >
> > They left with plans to try and retrieve the
> car
> > the next day, when it wasn`t so dark.
> >
> > Well the next day, the car started first crank
> > with no jump... Take it for what it is, try it
> if
> > you like, but I always say never tempt fate.
>
> I am currently based at Cherry Point and know that
> Unsolved Mysteries has done a show on Kissy, if
> any one wants more info. Rumor has it that the
> grave yard got split in half when the base
> expanded it's run ways. Kissy stayed next to NBC
> and her children got moved to a new location on
> base. Thats why she is always looking for them.
> PMO has turned in badges and pilots have turned in
> wings.
ive been out tot he flight line and seen a white figure no bullshit in the middle by the aircraft boneyard. we went out further on a warm summer night n it all of a sudden becamse extremely cold... doors started slamming on the old aricraft..i have also been out to the graveyard byu the flight line and have always gotten that feeling in your stomach we have pictures of orbs and a womans face multiple times so idk..it freaks me the fuck out....
-------------------------------------------------------
> mcas cherry point Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > MCAS Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Back when I was stationed with VMA 223, I
> > recall
> > > one night when one of our guys had an
> encounter
> > > with Kissy. A Sgt from my avionics shop had
> > taken
> > > one of the Harriers out for a compass
> > calibration.
> > > The calibration site is located pretty much
> in
> > the
> > > center of the flight line, and at 11:00 at
> > night
> > > it is pretty dark and isolated.
> > >
> > > My buddy who had helped take the aircraft out
> > was
> > > sitting in the "tug" waiting for the
> > calibration
> > > to be accomplished, when suddenly a lady
> > (Kissy)
> > > was standing next to the open window of the
> tug.
> >
> > >
> > > She asked him "Have you seen my children?"
> > >
> > > Answering "No, I haven`t. Ma`m do you need
> any
> > > help?" my buddy was alarmed that a woman in
> her
> > > night gown was standing in the middle of an
> > > airfield.
> > >
> > > As he turned to get out of the tug, he turned
> > > around and she had vanished.
> > >
> > > Shaken, he walked up to the plane to ask the
> > guy
> > > in the cockpit if civilians were allowed on
> the
> > > airfield at night. The tech in the cockpit
> > replied
> > > that no one should be on the airfield at all.
> > >
> > > My buddy recounted his story. They bugged out
> > back
> > > to the squadron shortly after, and let us
> know
> > > what happened.
> >
> >
> > Hmmmm....Two guys I worked with also tried to
> find
> > the grave site of Kissy. Its rumored that in
> the
> > back roads area of the base by the NBC site,
> you
> > can find her grave in the small worn down
> > graveyard.
> >
> > I don`t know if her grave is actually out
> there,
> > but the rumor is, one of the headstones is
> hers.
> >
> > Anyway, they drove out at like 2 in the morning
> > (we were all night crew guys), and got about 50
> > feet from the graveyard when the car died.
> After
> > trying to start the car several times with no
> > success, they tried to contact someone by cell
> > phone. They found their phones had no cell
> > reception.
> >
> > Well they very quickly hoofed it out of there.
> > They were pretty freaked out, but decided to go
> > back and get the car back. They got another guy
> to
> > drive them out so they could try and jump the
> car.
> > Well the car still wouldn`t start when they got
> > back out there.
> >
> > They left with plans to try and retrieve the
> car
> > the next day, when it wasn`t so dark.
> >
> > Well the next day, the car started first crank
> > with no jump... Take it for what it is, try it
> if
> > you like, but I always say never tempt fate.
>
> I am currently based at Cherry Point and know that
> Unsolved Mysteries has done a show on Kissy, if
> any one wants more info. Rumor has it that the
> grave yard got split in half when the base
> expanded it's run ways. Kissy stayed next to NBC
> and her children got moved to a new location on
> base. Thats why she is always looking for them.
> PMO has turned in badges and pilots have turned in
> wings.
ive been out tot he flight line and seen a white figure no bullshit in the middle by the aircraft boneyard. we went out further on a warm summer night n it all of a sudden becamse extremely cold... doors started slamming on the old aricraft..i have also been out to the graveyard byu the flight line and have always gotten that feeling in your stomach we have pictures of orbs and a womans face multiple times so idk..it freaks me the fuck out....
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
MOre info on MCAS....
()
Date: January 25, 2014 04:00AM
Found this on MCAS Cherry Point haunting. A ghost by the name of Mary, Sarah, or Kissy Sykes...
The Haunted Cherry Point Air Station
http://hauntedstories.net/ghost-stories/north-carolina/haunted-cherry-point-air-station
Ghosts by nature are strange things.I don't pretend to know everything about ghosts and creepy things that go bump, but there are a few constants that I've learned about haunted places and the things that haunted them. Some exist for revenge, some for love long gone or gone wrong. And some are attached to a particular spot they remember fondly even if what they remember is no longer there.
Such is the case with Miss Mary. A seventy year old woman who appears about once every 6 months to talk to those around her old chicken farm. The only issue is her chicken farm is now gone and has been replaced by Cherry Point Air station, the largest Marine air station on the east coast. Miss Mary means no one any harm and has even been known to talk to people about the weather and her long lost home.Sgt. James Segura was so sure of his encounter with Miss Mary in 1975 that he had himself checked out medically to make sure he wasn't crazy.
Sgt. Segura was on night patrol in November of '75 When a woman approached him from behind some stacked oil drums and began to chitchat with him. She mentioned how nice the weather had been and how she lived on a chicken farm but was going to be forced from her home.
The marine found her quite polite but got an eerie feeling from the woman in a long sleeved dress who'd just walked in to a military base with flood lights and 2 sets of chain linked fence. He knew she was a ghost, and excused himself to get his supervisor. When they returned, she of course, was gone.
All the tests Segura took indicated he was a healthy man mentally and his commanding officer said he believed the soldier had the experience even though he could find no explanation for it.
A sociologist who dealt with ghosts and the unexplained came and interviewed Segura and the other men who claimed to have met Miss Mary. in doing research on the local history he found that the area had once been chicken farms in the area but all the farms had been bought out to make room for the military base. I guess that's why Mary was complaining she was being forced from her home.
As far as I know she still appears to the marines on the station, still making small talk, still scaring the bee jeebus out of the people she talks to.
The Haunted Cherry Point Air Station
http://hauntedstories.net/ghost-stories/north-carolina/haunted-cherry-point-air-station
Ghosts by nature are strange things.I don't pretend to know everything about ghosts and creepy things that go bump, but there are a few constants that I've learned about haunted places and the things that haunted them. Some exist for revenge, some for love long gone or gone wrong. And some are attached to a particular spot they remember fondly even if what they remember is no longer there.
Such is the case with Miss Mary. A seventy year old woman who appears about once every 6 months to talk to those around her old chicken farm. The only issue is her chicken farm is now gone and has been replaced by Cherry Point Air station, the largest Marine air station on the east coast. Miss Mary means no one any harm and has even been known to talk to people about the weather and her long lost home.Sgt. James Segura was so sure of his encounter with Miss Mary in 1975 that he had himself checked out medically to make sure he wasn't crazy.
Sgt. Segura was on night patrol in November of '75 When a woman approached him from behind some stacked oil drums and began to chitchat with him. She mentioned how nice the weather had been and how she lived on a chicken farm but was going to be forced from her home.
The marine found her quite polite but got an eerie feeling from the woman in a long sleeved dress who'd just walked in to a military base with flood lights and 2 sets of chain linked fence. He knew she was a ghost, and excused himself to get his supervisor. When they returned, she of course, was gone.
All the tests Segura took indicated he was a healthy man mentally and his commanding officer said he believed the soldier had the experience even though he could find no explanation for it.
A sociologist who dealt with ghosts and the unexplained came and interviewed Segura and the other men who claimed to have met Miss Mary. in doing research on the local history he found that the area had once been chicken farms in the area but all the farms had been bought out to make room for the military base. I guess that's why Mary was complaining she was being forced from her home.
As far as I know she still appears to the marines on the station, still making small talk, still scaring the bee jeebus out of the people she talks to.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
BabyC
()
Date: January 26, 2014 03:26PM
Every night since I have moved here which was just a few months ago I have been seeing the same little girl outside my window about 50-70 yards away. I live on Burwell Rd. near Manassas Lake. I thought it was just a one time thing but then it started happening every night at around 12 am.
A few of my friends have seen her which is great so I know I'm not going crazy.
A few of my friends have seen her which is great so I know I'm not going crazy.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Enlightened
()
Date: January 29, 2014 10:51AM
My father's ex wife had died and we were at Grandles at the viewing. When we went into the chapel part people were consoling each other as we had a mini service. There was a board there with pictures of her with her family and what not thumb tacked to It. Midway through the service at a mention of her name a picture of her (her favorite I was told later) flew off of the board, and I don't mean dropped, I mean flew. It was absolutely exhilarating just knowing she was there with us!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
aging debbie does dallas fan
()
Date: January 30, 2014 11:49AM
there is the grey ghost , mosby
there is the ghosts of manasses battlefield
fairfax county used park money to let mexicans bulldoze it for mexican pride bull run
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previously they'd closed BBQ and wouldn't buy a sign unless it was donated
of course today it's not the same people: likely not from the same country. and it CERTAINLY isn't their fucking money.
there is the ghosts of manasses battlefield
fairfax county used park money to let mexicans bulldoze it for mexican pride bull run
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previously they'd closed BBQ and wouldn't buy a sign unless it was donated
of course today it's not the same people: likely not from the same country. and it CERTAINLY isn't their fucking money.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Sgt Any Moose
()
Date: February 01, 2014 04:14PM
sgt mac Wrote:
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> 395runner Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > >She is not as benign as the
> > > story states. There are several documented
> air
> > > crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> > > appearance on active runways, especially
> during
> > > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing
> directly
> > > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> > before
> > > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling
> too
> > > fast to stop before hitting her, but not
> quite
> > > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> > > lives. I have personally read several
> accident
> > > reports (dated many decades apart) involving
> > this
> > > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> > > descriptive details about her are
> frighteningly
> > > similar in each report. The woman might not
> be
> > > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> > don't
> > > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> > doesn't
> > > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she
> has
> > > probably earned herself many, many names over
> > the
> > > years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> > > costly aircraft.
> >
> > I spent two years stationed off the edge of the
> > ramp extenstion towards the north, the one that
> > the Harriers used for STOL practice and where
> they
> > parked the storage F-4s. I never saw an old
> lady,
> > but I saw deer dart out in the mornings and
> late
> > afternoons when planes got close.
>
> While stationed at MCAS Cherry Point in the late
> '70s, we had several sentries have a problem w/the
> "Phantom" sneaking up on sentries near the MAWTU,
> and knocking them out. Any leads/scoop
> appreciated.
look some of u dont know what ur talking about u cant just turn ur badge into PMO... and her grave say kissey sikes and the the age she died which was ( i was told ) 49. her grave is in a retricted area and u cant go there without consent. she does like the housing area i can tell u that, she slams r upstairs door to my sons bedroom and she plays tricks like opening doors that were deadbolted shut, and makes big crashing noises and nothing is broke. there is a log on the flightline that has all the sightings of her but good luck seeing it...i have tried to see her grave and get pics but was not aloud so if anyone has anymore info for me please give it up greendexter06@hotmail.com
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> 395runner Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > watch out for "Ms Mary" Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > >She is not as benign as the
> > > story states. There are several documented
> air
> > > crashes related to her sudden and unexplained
> > > appearance on active runways, especially
> during
> > > take off. She seems to enjoy appearing
> directly
> > > ahead of full-throttle aircraft precisely
> > before
> > > they attain airspeed, when they are rolling
> too
> > > fast to stop before hitting her, but not
> quite
> > > fast enough to fly. The resulting evasive
> > > maneuvers have cost several aircraft and some
> > > lives. I have personally read several
> accident
> > > reports (dated many decades apart) involving
> > this
> > > same 'little old lady' on the runway, and the
> > > descriptive details about her are
> frighteningly
> > > similar in each report. The woman might not
> be
> > > real, but the air crashes certainly are. I
> > don't
> > > recall what they called her, but Miss Mary
> > doesn't
> > > sound familiar to me. Knowing Marines, she
> has
> > > probably earned herself many, many names over
> > the
> > > years. She has cost Marine lives, and several
> > > costly aircraft.
> >
> > I spent two years stationed off the edge of the
> > ramp extenstion towards the north, the one that
> > the Harriers used for STOL practice and where
> they
> > parked the storage F-4s. I never saw an old
> lady,
> > but I saw deer dart out in the mornings and
> late
> > afternoons when planes got close.
>
> While stationed at MCAS Cherry Point in the late
> '70s, we had several sentries have a problem w/the
> "Phantom" sneaking up on sentries near the MAWTU,
> and knocking them out. Any leads/scoop
> appreciated.
look some of u dont know what ur talking about u cant just turn ur badge into PMO... and her grave say kissey sikes and the the age she died which was ( i was told ) 49. her grave is in a retricted area and u cant go there without consent. she does like the housing area i can tell u that, she slams r upstairs door to my sons bedroom and she plays tricks like opening doors that were deadbolted shut, and makes big crashing noises and nothing is broke. there is a log on the flightline that has all the sightings of her but good luck seeing it...i have tried to see her grave and get pics but was not aloud so if anyone has anymore info for me please give it up greendexter06@hotmail.com
Posted by:
chuckhoffmann
()
Date: February 03, 2014 01:44AM
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 03/14/2014 05:44PM by chuckhoffmann.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 03/14/2014 05:44PM by chuckhoffmann.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost Hunter
()
Date: February 04, 2014 07:20AM
chuckhoffmann Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Found this article from the October 31, 1990
> Fredericksburg Free Lance-Star.
>
> Original is at
> http://news.google.com/newspapers?id=2_1NAAAAIBAJ&;
> sjid=vYsDAAAAIBAJ&pg=7069%2C5846501
There are so many places that are haunted in Northern VA. I absolutely love reading people's stories on here!
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> Found this article from the October 31, 1990
> Fredericksburg Free Lance-Star.
>
> Original is at
> http://news.google.com/newspapers?id=2_1NAAAAIBAJ&;
> sjid=vYsDAAAAIBAJ&pg=7069%2C5846501
There are so many places that are haunted in Northern VA. I absolutely love reading people's stories on here!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
TheRake
()
Date: February 04, 2014 07:28PM
Three years ago I saw a creature in the woods behind my old house that looked like the rake. I lived in Centreville. There was woods behind my house. In the day time it looks nice but not so nice at night. That night my husband and I got into an argument and he left to take a walk to cool down. I went after him to talk. I quickly took a flashlight and went out to find him. I ran into him by the park a block away and I told him to go home. As we were walking back I told him let's go through the back door because we had room mates that stayed upstairs. As we were walking through the back trail where the woods were we noticed the sewer lid was opened. We walked our dog all the time during the day and that sewer was forever closed. It was opened that night so we thought hmm that's weird. We kept walking along the path and we hear steps down the hill of the woods. As we look 10 feet down and shine my flashlight I see a very pale almost grey creature arched down. It was bald and very very skinny. All of a sudden my husbands says "wtf is that?" And the creature quickly turns his head to look at us. We saw some big green glowing eyes and I screamed and we both ran up the hill as fast as we could. I've never been so scared. We ran into the house using the front door we didn't care anymore and we were so out of breath. Everyone was asking what happened. I asked my husband "you saw that too right??" We tried to tell out room mate but she thought we were trying to scare her. The next morning we took the dog out and decided to walk by there. The sewer lid was closed. I just thought it was so strange. I didn't know what it was until I started researching and found a video on YouTube of 2 Spanish guys that caught something that looked EXACTLY like what we saw. Has anyone else seen this thing??
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost Hunter
()
Date: February 05, 2014 07:37AM
TheRake Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Three years ago I saw a creature in the woods
> behind my old house that looked like the rake. I
> lived in Centreville. There was woods behind my
> house. In the day time it looks nice but not so
> nice at night. That night my husband and I got
> into an argument and he left to take a walk to
> cool down. I went after him to talk. I quickly
> took a flashlight and went out to find him. I ran
> into him by the park a block away and I told him
> to go home. As we were walking back I told him
> let's go through the back door because we had room
> mates that stayed upstairs. As we were walking
> through the back trail where the woods were we
> noticed the sewer lid was opened. We walked our
> dog all the time during the day and that sewer was
> forever closed. It was opened that night so we
> thought hmm that's weird. We kept walking along
> the path and we hear steps down the hill of the
> woods. As we look 10 feet down and shine my
> flashlight I see a very pale almost grey creature
> arched down. It was bald and very very skinny. All
> of a sudden my husbands says "wtf is that?" And
> the creature quickly turns his head to look at us.
> We saw some big green glowing eyes and I screamed
> and we both ran up the hill as fast as we could.
> I've never been so scared. We ran into the house
> using the front door we didn't care anymore and we
> were so out of breath. Everyone was asking what
> happened. I asked my husband "you saw that too
> right??" We tried to tell out room mate but she
> thought we were trying to scare her. The next
> morning we took the dog out and decided to walk by
> there. The sewer lid was closed. I just thought it
> was so strange. I didn't know what it was until I
> started researching and found a video on YouTube
> of 2 Spanish guys that caught something that
> looked EXACTLY like what we saw. Has anyone else
> seen this thing??
Thanks for this story. For those who are unfamiliar with who the "Rake" read below...
The Rake
http://theslenderman.wikia.com/wiki/The_Rake
The Rake is the name of a creature with very little information about it. It is described by original reports as a "naked man, or large hairless dog of some sort," with a body position that seemed "unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something." The Rake's only appearance in video is through EverymanHYBRID, where it is captured in full twice, and is heard at least once.
In relation to Slenderman The Rake is speculated by some to be a Proxy that has, through mutation (perhaps from prolonged exposure to Sigma Radiation), the strange powers Slenderman seems able to give (e.g. The Collective) or perhaps by self mutilation somehow changed overtime into a creature bearing little resemblance to a human being, this would explain why it is able to interact physically with it's surroundings/victims without (unlike other Canon beings) needing the aid of a human being. It could also be speculated from this theory that there is not and/or has not always been one Rake as it even today has been known to operate across several countries and has witness encounters from hundreds of years ago.
The Rake is so named due to its hands, which appear to be very large claws. It is capable of inflicting serious damage to a victim in seconds and is extremely violent. Not only is the Rake dangerous, but also very silent, capable of easily slipping into the sleeping room of a victim without ever alerting them that they are present. The Rake appears to prefer killing its victims when they are completely unaware of its presence, typically while sleeping, and its accepted M.O of killing is goring and lacerating its target to death where they either die of blood loss or dismemberment. The Rake's apparent method of travel is portals, which it can materialize in any unseen location.
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> Three years ago I saw a creature in the woods
> behind my old house that looked like the rake. I
> lived in Centreville. There was woods behind my
> house. In the day time it looks nice but not so
> nice at night. That night my husband and I got
> into an argument and he left to take a walk to
> cool down. I went after him to talk. I quickly
> took a flashlight and went out to find him. I ran
> into him by the park a block away and I told him
> to go home. As we were walking back I told him
> let's go through the back door because we had room
> mates that stayed upstairs. As we were walking
> through the back trail where the woods were we
> noticed the sewer lid was opened. We walked our
> dog all the time during the day and that sewer was
> forever closed. It was opened that night so we
> thought hmm that's weird. We kept walking along
> the path and we hear steps down the hill of the
> woods. As we look 10 feet down and shine my
> flashlight I see a very pale almost grey creature
> arched down. It was bald and very very skinny. All
> of a sudden my husbands says "wtf is that?" And
> the creature quickly turns his head to look at us.
> We saw some big green glowing eyes and I screamed
> and we both ran up the hill as fast as we could.
> I've never been so scared. We ran into the house
> using the front door we didn't care anymore and we
> were so out of breath. Everyone was asking what
> happened. I asked my husband "you saw that too
> right??" We tried to tell out room mate but she
> thought we were trying to scare her. The next
> morning we took the dog out and decided to walk by
> there. The sewer lid was closed. I just thought it
> was so strange. I didn't know what it was until I
> started researching and found a video on YouTube
> of 2 Spanish guys that caught something that
> looked EXACTLY like what we saw. Has anyone else
> seen this thing??
Thanks for this story. For those who are unfamiliar with who the "Rake" read below...
The Rake
http://theslenderman.wikia.com/wiki/The_Rake
The Rake is the name of a creature with very little information about it. It is described by original reports as a "naked man, or large hairless dog of some sort," with a body position that seemed "unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something." The Rake's only appearance in video is through EverymanHYBRID, where it is captured in full twice, and is heard at least once.
In relation to Slenderman The Rake is speculated by some to be a Proxy that has, through mutation (perhaps from prolonged exposure to Sigma Radiation), the strange powers Slenderman seems able to give (e.g. The Collective) or perhaps by self mutilation somehow changed overtime into a creature bearing little resemblance to a human being, this would explain why it is able to interact physically with it's surroundings/victims without (unlike other Canon beings) needing the aid of a human being. It could also be speculated from this theory that there is not and/or has not always been one Rake as it even today has been known to operate across several countries and has witness encounters from hundreds of years ago.
The Rake is so named due to its hands, which appear to be very large claws. It is capable of inflicting serious damage to a victim in seconds and is extremely violent. Not only is the Rake dangerous, but also very silent, capable of easily slipping into the sleeping room of a victim without ever alerting them that they are present. The Rake appears to prefer killing its victims when they are completely unaware of its presence, typically while sleeping, and its accepted M.O of killing is goring and lacerating its target to death where they either die of blood loss or dismemberment. The Rake's apparent method of travel is portals, which it can materialize in any unseen location.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost Hunter
()
Date: February 05, 2014 07:43AM
The Rake is closely associated with the slender man or skinny man or thin man stories that have been around for hundreds of years. The "Rake" is more of a modern spin on that. "Skinny Man" or "Slender Man" stories are generally associated near Richmond VA. I haven't heard of anything around here lately.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
96VXX
()
Date: February 05, 2014 07:59AM
Beware if you aren't aware of Slender Man please don't look into it. Your life could be in danger. Slender Man has been seen in Richmond recently. If you see him you may have less than a month to live. Slender Man's victims mysteriously disappear without a trace. The only evidence police ever find is various drawings depicting Slender Man. Police in Michigan found 30 Bodies torn limb from limb impaled atop 60 foot tall trees in a perfect circle. Police comfirm that for a human to do this they would need a fire truck with cherrypicker. If you don't believe don't want your skeptical opinions. I'm just warning you.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Cat lover
()
Date: February 05, 2014 08:23AM
When my pet fish died because my cat ate it my house was never the same. I think the fish haunts the cat because he can't seem to sleep any more :/
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Slender Man info
()
Date: February 05, 2014 09:31AM
Ghost Hunter Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> The Rake is closely associated with the slender
> man or skinny man or thin man stories that have
> been around for hundreds of years. The "Rake" is
> more of a modern spin on that. "Skinny Man" or
> "Slender Man" stories are generally associated
> near Richmond VA. I haven't heard of anything
> around here lately.
The Slender Man is an alleged paranormal figure purported to have been in existence for centuries, covering a large geographic area. Believers in the Slender Man tie his appearances in with many other legends around the world, including; Fear Dubh (or, The Dark Man) in Scotland, the Dutch Takkenmann (Branch Man), and the German legend of Der Großmann or Der Grosse Mann (the Tall Man).
Appearance
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
One of the main issues facing Slender Man investigators in the fact that "his" appearance seems to be subjective, with reports varying largely from area to area. This is often put down to cultural bias, with the observer projecting his fears into the sighting and recollections being blurred. However, it is generally agreed that it's appearance is that of a pale, emaciated male figure, with an apparent height of between 7 and 9 feet tall. The figure is often described as wearing a black suit, although it seems to be a relatively recent addition to the mythology.
Appendages
One of the more unusual aspects of the Slender Man's appearance is the description of additional appendages or limbs in reported sightings. witnesses have described these as being "a snaky arm," to rope-like in appearance. These appendages are apparently only visible under certain conditions; and can be used for mobility as well as, perhaps, weapons.
Historical References
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Brazilian Cave Paintings
The earliest argued reference to the legend is within the cave paintings found in the Serr da Capivara National Park in the Northeast of Brazil, which are believed to date from as far back as 9000 BC. These paintings show a strangely elongated character leading a child by the hand, but make no reference to the extra appendages.
Egyptian Hieroglyphs
The next known possible reference to the Slender Man comes from around 3100 BC in lower Egypt, with references to the "Thief of the Gods" or the "Thief of Kuk" becoming common place during the reign of Pharaoh Wazner. Hieroglyphic carvings representing the Thief were found in the pharaoh's tomb, who was rumored to have had some kind of encounter with the entity. The carvings resemble a strange figure with multiple upper limbs, one that has never been found in any other hieroglyph language.
German Woodcuts
Renowned German woodcutter Hans Freckenberg created at least two woodcuts featuring a character
he described as Der Ritter (The Knight) during the mid-sixteenth century that were discovered in Halstberg Castle in 1883. Whilst Freckenberg was well-known for his realistic depiction of human anatomy - something that was unusual among woodcuts of the time - these pictures featured a skeletal, multi-limbed character. Historians are unsure of the exact symbolic nature of the character, with some claiming that it is a personification of the religious wars that raged in Europe at the time, while others say it represents the mysterious plagues that have been believed to be the reason for the mysterious abandoning of the Hastlberg Castle and the nearby village in 1543.
However, many insist that Freckenberg was attempting to represent "Der Großmann" (the Tall Man). According to lgend, he was a fairy ho lived in the Black Forest. Bad children who crept into the woods at night would be relentlessly chased by Der Großmann, who wouldn't leave them be until he either caught them or they were forced to tell their parents of their wrongdoing. Even then, there is a chillding account from an old journal, dating from about 1702:
"My child, my Lars… he is gone. Taken, from his bed. The only thing that we found was a scrap of black clothing. It feels like cotton, but it is softer… thicker. Lars came into my bedroom ysterday, screaming at the top of his lungs that "The angel is outside!" I asked him what he was talking about, and he told me some nonsense fairy story about Der Großmann. He said he went into the groves by our village and found one of my cows dead, hanging from a tree. I thought nothing of it at first… but now, he is gone. We must find Lars, and my family must leave before we are killed. I am sorry, my son… I should have listened. May God forgive me."
++Romanian Mythology
There is also Romanian fairytale which tells the legend of the Tall Man, featuring this description which may have taken to refer to the Slender Man.
The tall man stoon in a clearing, dressed as a nobleman, all in black. Shadows lay over him, dark as a cloudy midnight. He had many arms, all long and boneless as snakes, all sharp as swords, and they writhed like worms on nails. He did not speak, but made his intentions know,
in the fairytale, the Tall Man causes a mother to kill her husband and child, before he slid from a fireplace and "clenched her in his burning embrace."
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> The Rake is closely associated with the slender
> man or skinny man or thin man stories that have
> been around for hundreds of years. The "Rake" is
> more of a modern spin on that. "Skinny Man" or
> "Slender Man" stories are generally associated
> near Richmond VA. I haven't heard of anything
> around here lately.
The Slender Man is an alleged paranormal figure purported to have been in existence for centuries, covering a large geographic area. Believers in the Slender Man tie his appearances in with many other legends around the world, including; Fear Dubh (or, The Dark Man) in Scotland, the Dutch Takkenmann (Branch Man), and the German legend of Der Großmann or Der Grosse Mann (the Tall Man).
Appearance
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
One of the main issues facing Slender Man investigators in the fact that "his" appearance seems to be subjective, with reports varying largely from area to area. This is often put down to cultural bias, with the observer projecting his fears into the sighting and recollections being blurred. However, it is generally agreed that it's appearance is that of a pale, emaciated male figure, with an apparent height of between 7 and 9 feet tall. The figure is often described as wearing a black suit, although it seems to be a relatively recent addition to the mythology.
Appendages
One of the more unusual aspects of the Slender Man's appearance is the description of additional appendages or limbs in reported sightings. witnesses have described these as being "a snaky arm," to rope-like in appearance. These appendages are apparently only visible under certain conditions; and can be used for mobility as well as, perhaps, weapons.
Historical References
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Brazilian Cave Paintings
The earliest argued reference to the legend is within the cave paintings found in the Serr da Capivara National Park in the Northeast of Brazil, which are believed to date from as far back as 9000 BC. These paintings show a strangely elongated character leading a child by the hand, but make no reference to the extra appendages.
Egyptian Hieroglyphs
The next known possible reference to the Slender Man comes from around 3100 BC in lower Egypt, with references to the "Thief of the Gods" or the "Thief of Kuk" becoming common place during the reign of Pharaoh Wazner. Hieroglyphic carvings representing the Thief were found in the pharaoh's tomb, who was rumored to have had some kind of encounter with the entity. The carvings resemble a strange figure with multiple upper limbs, one that has never been found in any other hieroglyph language.
German Woodcuts
Renowned German woodcutter Hans Freckenberg created at least two woodcuts featuring a character
he described as Der Ritter (The Knight) during the mid-sixteenth century that were discovered in Halstberg Castle in 1883. Whilst Freckenberg was well-known for his realistic depiction of human anatomy - something that was unusual among woodcuts of the time - these pictures featured a skeletal, multi-limbed character. Historians are unsure of the exact symbolic nature of the character, with some claiming that it is a personification of the religious wars that raged in Europe at the time, while others say it represents the mysterious plagues that have been believed to be the reason for the mysterious abandoning of the Hastlberg Castle and the nearby village in 1543.
However, many insist that Freckenberg was attempting to represent "Der Großmann" (the Tall Man). According to lgend, he was a fairy ho lived in the Black Forest. Bad children who crept into the woods at night would be relentlessly chased by Der Großmann, who wouldn't leave them be until he either caught them or they were forced to tell their parents of their wrongdoing. Even then, there is a chillding account from an old journal, dating from about 1702:
"My child, my Lars… he is gone. Taken, from his bed. The only thing that we found was a scrap of black clothing. It feels like cotton, but it is softer… thicker. Lars came into my bedroom ysterday, screaming at the top of his lungs that "The angel is outside!" I asked him what he was talking about, and he told me some nonsense fairy story about Der Großmann. He said he went into the groves by our village and found one of my cows dead, hanging from a tree. I thought nothing of it at first… but now, he is gone. We must find Lars, and my family must leave before we are killed. I am sorry, my son… I should have listened. May God forgive me."
++Romanian Mythology
There is also Romanian fairytale which tells the legend of the Tall Man, featuring this description which may have taken to refer to the Slender Man.
The tall man stoon in a clearing, dressed as a nobleman, all in black. Shadows lay over him, dark as a cloudy midnight. He had many arms, all long and boneless as snakes, all sharp as swords, and they writhed like worms on nails. He did not speak, but made his intentions know,
in the fairytale, the Tall Man causes a mother to kill her husband and child, before he slid from a fireplace and "clenched her in his burning embrace."
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
More Slender Man info
()
Date: February 05, 2014 09:37AM
Selected 20th Century Appearances
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The number of Slender Man sightings has increased dramatically during the Twentieth Century. This is generally attributed to increased media coverage and access to news reports from around the globe. However, allegedly intercepted messages from an unknown source posted on an internet forum have brought forward two further hypotheses:
TO; OPTIC NERVE HQ
FROM: FIELD AGENT *, N American branch
SUBJECT: RISING S MAN REPORTS
DATE: JUNE 16h 2009,
1234 hours Something Agent , from the Japanese field office, told me has been kicking my head for the past couple days. She said that maybe this thing isn't breeding… but these others are WAKING UP. That maybe these things have been hibernating for god knows how long and how they are up and feeding. It makes some kind of sense with the stories of this thing dating back to the Dark Ages of Europe and beyond that. That leaves the six million dollar question… If 's theory is true… how many of them are there?
Henderson Horse Farm Incident 1953
The Henderson Horse Farm, located outside Tryon in Polk County, NC, was situated on land owned by the Henderson family since the mid 1800s. By 1953, the farm was owned and run by Ted Wilcox Henderson (41 years old), Judi Henderson (wife, 36), and Tracy Henderson (daughter, 6). On the morning of June 15th, neighbors called local police complaining of hearing screams and the sounds of gun fire originating from the property.
Sherrif Clint Denterman and two deputies, Dan Parks and Chris Fine, arrived at the farm at 8:34 AM. They found that horses in the barn had been torn apart, "almost as if attacked by wild animals." Inside the main house, reports stated the presence of fresh blood throughout the living room, kitchen, and hallway.
Ted Wilcox Henderson was found in the bedroom, barricaded behind furniture. Next to him was the body of his wife, killed by a shotgun blast to the chest. Ted still had the weapon in his hands. Dan Parks was quoted as reporting:
"Ted had a freaked out, far off look in his eyes. He seemed to not realize that we were in the room. We asked what happened. Where was his daughter. But he didn't answer."
Ted was charged with the murder of his wife. However, due to his catatonic state, he was admitted to
Jenkins Mental Hospital in Sandy Plains, Polk County. Ted remained in a catatonic state for over three years. On the third anniversary of the murder, Dr Dauton on June 15th, 1956 refer to a "Skinny fella… suit… looking at me…" who had taken both Judi Henderson and her daughter Tracy. Ted claimed that Judi begged him to shoot her, and felt that he had "saved her" by doing so. However, after lamenting that he had been unable to stop the "skinny man" from absconding with his daughter, Ted commenced to "slam his face repeatedly" into the steel table at which he was seated, having to be restrained and sedated by hospital orderlies. Less than seven hours later, at approximately 3:00 am the 16th of July, Ted was found dead in his room after apparently escaping his restraints and chewing through his own wrist, severing the ulnar artery and bleeding to death. The body of Tracy Henderson was never found, however a photograph taken about a week before the Henderson Farm incident shows what appears to be a suited man standing in front of the stables, which some claim to be the Slender Man.
Stirling City Disappearances 1986 - 87
Stirling City, Butte County, CA has been an apparent hot spot for Slender Man activity during the mid
1980s. Following the 1986 Stirling City Library fire, a small number of photographs were recovered, including one that had been taken only a week earlier on June 1st, 1986. On this date 14 children disappeared, followed less than two weeks later by the disappearance of the photographer, Mary Thomas. Some theorists claim that the figure on the left in the photo is the Slender Man, although officials have stated that the apparent extra appendages on the character can be dismissed as film defects.
Five months later, the body of one of the children, four year old Joseph Pertman, was found in the Great Swamp Nature Preserve in Kingston Falls, NJ. Deputy Sherrif Jim Stolz told reporters from the Associated Press that the body was still in early stages of decay, indicating that he was alive for at least four months after his disappearance. It was also reported that the body was found in a state of "bizarre contortion," although the cause of death was never officially established.
On April 21st, 1987 the Stirling City Post ran a story regarding a rash of animal mutilations in Stirling City, that the Butte County Animal Control Department were attributing to coyotes. As man as nine dogs and cat had gone missing since January, and had been found in various states of decay. many of the pets had been disemboweled, or otherwise seriously mutilated. Animal Control Officer Joel Driscol was quoted as saying that the wounds were "unusually precise" and that it was "rare that a wild animal would leave so much of the carcass uneaten." Also quoted inn the story was a local man, David Elkins, who was the owner of the latest victim - a cat that had been disemboweled and mutilated.
On July 12th, 1987, police were called to the Elkins' residence in Stirling by David Elkins, who had reported that his eight-year-old daughter Katrina had gone missing. The only possible witness to the disappearance was Katrina's ten-year-old sister Alice, with whom she shared a bedroom. SCPD Sergeant William Hohne reported that the last time Alice saw her sister, she was outside the window "hugging the tall man." According to further statements by Alice, over the previous weeks a man had been coming to the girls' bedroom window at night, where he would tap on the glass, "make faces," and watch the girls. However, police investigators initially dismisses the account as a dream, as the bedroom window was on their house's second story with no support beneath it.
"[Alice] Elkins reported that, on the night of her sister's disappearance, they were again awakened by a tapping on the glass," Sergean Hohne explained, "she heard her sister get out of bed, and have a short conversation. When she didn't hear her sister get back in bed after several minutes, he go up and went to the window, where she saw her sister in the side yard, "hugging the tall man." According to the witness, the man looked at her, grinning, and indicated that she was to come down as well with a "snakey arm." it was at this point that Miss Elkins became extremely frightened, and returned to bed. The tapping continued for several more minutes before it finally ceased."
Alice Elkins' body was never found, and no charges were ever brought regarding the case.
Jasper, Alberta Disappearances 2009
On January 10th 2009, three skiers - Amanda Fischer, Douglas Bellanger, and Natasha Pierce - disappeared leaving their cabin in Mica Mountains Resort of Jasper, Alberta. A day earlier, another friend, Thomas Chambers, left the party to return to Calgary, apparently due to health concerns. He was questioned by RCMP following the disappearances and allegedly informed them that he had left due to recurring nightmares featuring a tall man in black peering into the cabin windows at night.
Investigators confirmed they had ruled Chambers out as a possible suspect, but considered him a key witness. A source within RCMP, who spoke on condition of anonymity, revealed to the Calgary Sun that officers had confiscated a digital camera and a camcorder at the time of the interview, which were never returned. RCMP were, however, unable to question Chambers further, as he vanished on January 21st. His home was found ransacked that morning, he was never found.
Royal Canadian Mounted Police and Park Officials commenced a month-long search, culminating in the discovery of Amanda Fischer's remains high in a tree, in a severely contorted condition. The bodies of Bellanger and Pierce have yet to be recovered.
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The Suited Demon
Popular guro author Go Waita created almost 230 stories during his 40 year career, most of which featured his most renowned created, the Suited Demon; a tall, slim man in a dark suit who would kidnap, rape, and murder young girls in the woods. During an interview with Hiro Koga in the February 2009 issue Deadly Doom Delights magazine, Waita claimed that he did not create the Suited Demon, and that he was in fact a real creature that he had witnessed murder his seven year old sister as a child. Waita explained to the interviewer that the "real" Suited Demon was not interested in raping his victims, but his editors and publishers insisted on the graphic sex scenes being added.
Waita went on to say that "I tried to draw different things… normal pictures, portraits, even other types of stories… but it always comes comes up… for forty god damn years!" before becoming too agitated to continue and ending the interview. Hiro Koga stated in the printed article that he considered scrapping it completely before receiving a call from Waita insisting that he print the interview in full. Less than a week after publication, Waita burnt his studio to the ground, committing suicide in the process. Because of this, many understandably cast aspersion on the mental sate of Waita during the interview, and therefore dismissed his claims of the origins of the Suited Demon. Some theorists, however, are prepared to accept this as yet another case of a confirmed Slender Man sighting.
Possible Influences in Popular Culture
As well as the Suited Demon mentioned above, theorists postulate that a number of popular culture characters are based on the idea of the Slender man. In an interview with Wizard magazine, Dr Octopus creator Stan lee claimed that while looking for inspiration for a new Spider-Man villain, he remembered a story his Romanian-born mother Celia had told him about a man with "many boneless arms," and took that inspiration to create the distinctive tentacle harness used by Dr Octopus.
In the Phantasm movie series, the recurring character of the Tall Man shows an obvious physical resemblance to the move humanoid appearances of the Slender Man. Similarly, the character of the Reverend Henry Kane in Poltergeist II: The Other Side and Poltergeist III is also thought to be modeled on the Slender Man.
The television series Buffy the Vampire Slayer featured an episode in it's fourth series entitled Hush. In this episode, a series of creatures known as The Gentlemen steal the voices of the population of Sunnydale, rendering everyone in the town unable to speak. They then proceed to remove the hearts of their victims, who are unable to scream during the attack. Again, the appearance of the Gentlemen as emaciated, tall figures in dark suits seems to resemble reports of the Slender Man.
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The number of Slender Man sightings has increased dramatically during the Twentieth Century. This is generally attributed to increased media coverage and access to news reports from around the globe. However, allegedly intercepted messages from an unknown source posted on an internet forum have brought forward two further hypotheses:
TO; OPTIC NERVE HQ
FROM: FIELD AGENT *, N American branch
SUBJECT: RISING S MAN REPORTS
DATE: JUNE 16h 2009,
1234 hours Something Agent , from the Japanese field office, told me has been kicking my head for the past couple days. She said that maybe this thing isn't breeding… but these others are WAKING UP. That maybe these things have been hibernating for god knows how long and how they are up and feeding. It makes some kind of sense with the stories of this thing dating back to the Dark Ages of Europe and beyond that. That leaves the six million dollar question… If 's theory is true… how many of them are there?
Henderson Horse Farm Incident 1953
The Henderson Horse Farm, located outside Tryon in Polk County, NC, was situated on land owned by the Henderson family since the mid 1800s. By 1953, the farm was owned and run by Ted Wilcox Henderson (41 years old), Judi Henderson (wife, 36), and Tracy Henderson (daughter, 6). On the morning of June 15th, neighbors called local police complaining of hearing screams and the sounds of gun fire originating from the property.
Sherrif Clint Denterman and two deputies, Dan Parks and Chris Fine, arrived at the farm at 8:34 AM. They found that horses in the barn had been torn apart, "almost as if attacked by wild animals." Inside the main house, reports stated the presence of fresh blood throughout the living room, kitchen, and hallway.
Ted Wilcox Henderson was found in the bedroom, barricaded behind furniture. Next to him was the body of his wife, killed by a shotgun blast to the chest. Ted still had the weapon in his hands. Dan Parks was quoted as reporting:
"Ted had a freaked out, far off look in his eyes. He seemed to not realize that we were in the room. We asked what happened. Where was his daughter. But he didn't answer."
Ted was charged with the murder of his wife. However, due to his catatonic state, he was admitted to
Jenkins Mental Hospital in Sandy Plains, Polk County. Ted remained in a catatonic state for over three years. On the third anniversary of the murder, Dr Dauton on June 15th, 1956 refer to a "Skinny fella… suit… looking at me…" who had taken both Judi Henderson and her daughter Tracy. Ted claimed that Judi begged him to shoot her, and felt that he had "saved her" by doing so. However, after lamenting that he had been unable to stop the "skinny man" from absconding with his daughter, Ted commenced to "slam his face repeatedly" into the steel table at which he was seated, having to be restrained and sedated by hospital orderlies. Less than seven hours later, at approximately 3:00 am the 16th of July, Ted was found dead in his room after apparently escaping his restraints and chewing through his own wrist, severing the ulnar artery and bleeding to death. The body of Tracy Henderson was never found, however a photograph taken about a week before the Henderson Farm incident shows what appears to be a suited man standing in front of the stables, which some claim to be the Slender Man.
Stirling City Disappearances 1986 - 87
Stirling City, Butte County, CA has been an apparent hot spot for Slender Man activity during the mid
1980s. Following the 1986 Stirling City Library fire, a small number of photographs were recovered, including one that had been taken only a week earlier on June 1st, 1986. On this date 14 children disappeared, followed less than two weeks later by the disappearance of the photographer, Mary Thomas. Some theorists claim that the figure on the left in the photo is the Slender Man, although officials have stated that the apparent extra appendages on the character can be dismissed as film defects.
Five months later, the body of one of the children, four year old Joseph Pertman, was found in the Great Swamp Nature Preserve in Kingston Falls, NJ. Deputy Sherrif Jim Stolz told reporters from the Associated Press that the body was still in early stages of decay, indicating that he was alive for at least four months after his disappearance. It was also reported that the body was found in a state of "bizarre contortion," although the cause of death was never officially established.
On April 21st, 1987 the Stirling City Post ran a story regarding a rash of animal mutilations in Stirling City, that the Butte County Animal Control Department were attributing to coyotes. As man as nine dogs and cat had gone missing since January, and had been found in various states of decay. many of the pets had been disemboweled, or otherwise seriously mutilated. Animal Control Officer Joel Driscol was quoted as saying that the wounds were "unusually precise" and that it was "rare that a wild animal would leave so much of the carcass uneaten." Also quoted inn the story was a local man, David Elkins, who was the owner of the latest victim - a cat that had been disemboweled and mutilated.
On July 12th, 1987, police were called to the Elkins' residence in Stirling by David Elkins, who had reported that his eight-year-old daughter Katrina had gone missing. The only possible witness to the disappearance was Katrina's ten-year-old sister Alice, with whom she shared a bedroom. SCPD Sergeant William Hohne reported that the last time Alice saw her sister, she was outside the window "hugging the tall man." According to further statements by Alice, over the previous weeks a man had been coming to the girls' bedroom window at night, where he would tap on the glass, "make faces," and watch the girls. However, police investigators initially dismisses the account as a dream, as the bedroom window was on their house's second story with no support beneath it.
"[Alice] Elkins reported that, on the night of her sister's disappearance, they were again awakened by a tapping on the glass," Sergean Hohne explained, "she heard her sister get out of bed, and have a short conversation. When she didn't hear her sister get back in bed after several minutes, he go up and went to the window, where she saw her sister in the side yard, "hugging the tall man." According to the witness, the man looked at her, grinning, and indicated that she was to come down as well with a "snakey arm." it was at this point that Miss Elkins became extremely frightened, and returned to bed. The tapping continued for several more minutes before it finally ceased."
Alice Elkins' body was never found, and no charges were ever brought regarding the case.
Jasper, Alberta Disappearances 2009
On January 10th 2009, three skiers - Amanda Fischer, Douglas Bellanger, and Natasha Pierce - disappeared leaving their cabin in Mica Mountains Resort of Jasper, Alberta. A day earlier, another friend, Thomas Chambers, left the party to return to Calgary, apparently due to health concerns. He was questioned by RCMP following the disappearances and allegedly informed them that he had left due to recurring nightmares featuring a tall man in black peering into the cabin windows at night.
Investigators confirmed they had ruled Chambers out as a possible suspect, but considered him a key witness. A source within RCMP, who spoke on condition of anonymity, revealed to the Calgary Sun that officers had confiscated a digital camera and a camcorder at the time of the interview, which were never returned. RCMP were, however, unable to question Chambers further, as he vanished on January 21st. His home was found ransacked that morning, he was never found.
Royal Canadian Mounted Police and Park Officials commenced a month-long search, culminating in the discovery of Amanda Fischer's remains high in a tree, in a severely contorted condition. The bodies of Bellanger and Pierce have yet to be recovered.
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The Suited Demon
Popular guro author Go Waita created almost 230 stories during his 40 year career, most of which featured his most renowned created, the Suited Demon; a tall, slim man in a dark suit who would kidnap, rape, and murder young girls in the woods. During an interview with Hiro Koga in the February 2009 issue Deadly Doom Delights magazine, Waita claimed that he did not create the Suited Demon, and that he was in fact a real creature that he had witnessed murder his seven year old sister as a child. Waita explained to the interviewer that the "real" Suited Demon was not interested in raping his victims, but his editors and publishers insisted on the graphic sex scenes being added.
Waita went on to say that "I tried to draw different things… normal pictures, portraits, even other types of stories… but it always comes comes up… for forty god damn years!" before becoming too agitated to continue and ending the interview. Hiro Koga stated in the printed article that he considered scrapping it completely before receiving a call from Waita insisting that he print the interview in full. Less than a week after publication, Waita burnt his studio to the ground, committing suicide in the process. Because of this, many understandably cast aspersion on the mental sate of Waita during the interview, and therefore dismissed his claims of the origins of the Suited Demon. Some theorists, however, are prepared to accept this as yet another case of a confirmed Slender Man sighting.
Possible Influences in Popular Culture
As well as the Suited Demon mentioned above, theorists postulate that a number of popular culture characters are based on the idea of the Slender man. In an interview with Wizard magazine, Dr Octopus creator Stan lee claimed that while looking for inspiration for a new Spider-Man villain, he remembered a story his Romanian-born mother Celia had told him about a man with "many boneless arms," and took that inspiration to create the distinctive tentacle harness used by Dr Octopus.
In the Phantasm movie series, the recurring character of the Tall Man shows an obvious physical resemblance to the move humanoid appearances of the Slender Man. Similarly, the character of the Reverend Henry Kane in Poltergeist II: The Other Side and Poltergeist III is also thought to be modeled on the Slender Man.
The television series Buffy the Vampire Slayer featured an episode in it's fourth series entitled Hush. In this episode, a series of creatures known as The Gentlemen steal the voices of the population of Sunnydale, rendering everyone in the town unable to speak. They then proceed to remove the hearts of their victims, who are unable to scream during the attack. Again, the appearance of the Gentlemen as emaciated, tall figures in dark suits seems to resemble reports of the Slender Man.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
TN33y
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Date: February 05, 2014 11:23AM
96VXX Wrote:
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> Beware if you aren't aware of Slender Man please
> don't look into it. Your life could be in danger.
> Slender Man has been seen in Richmond recently. If
> you see him you may have less than a month to
> live. Slender Man's victims mysteriously disappear
> without a trace. The only evidence police ever
> find is various drawings depicting Slender Man.
> Police in Michigan found 30 Bodies torn limb from
> limb impaled atop 60 foot tall trees in a perfect
> circle. Police comfirm that for a human to do this
> they would need a fire truck with cherrypicker. If
> you don't believe don't want your skeptical
> opinions. I'm just warning you.
They say old slender escaped from the soc facility years ago, but dont let them lie to you kid. I saw him first hand ehen they thawed him out of that ice block the New World scientific crew pulled from the arctic circle. We assumed it was some ancestor to the homosapien, but when the ice started to drip we started to think things were very wrong.
Slenderman stood perfectly still and stares into my soul with his voids for eyes, piercing my soul as the ice melted away. We were all atruck by the odd shape of the body being uncovered before us. Flesh as black as night and as tough as steel. Its face a grotesque lack of features aside the holes for eyes and a large row of teeth. Its arms were long and thin, iys fingers pointed and sharp.
We all had a growing sense something was terribly wrong with what was before us. The team director carl suggested we put the creature into one of our industrial freezers, so tom the buildings janitor and myself went to get a palletjack to move the creature and its increasingly smaller block of ice.
On the way nack to storage is when we heard the screams. They echo through my dreams every night. Then visions of Jenny sliced in half and hung from the ceiling. Herman struggling to force his intestines back inside a large gash in his side, only for slenderman to come behind him and slice his throat.
Tom and i were affixed outaide looking in a small window. We can see carl in a corner, bleeding all over, his head smashed with brain matyer exposed. And he was motioning for is to help him, pleading with us to save him. Tom went to grab tje door handle, shouting that we had to help.
Im not ashamed to say i ran.
The last thing i saw was tom with fear and pain in his eyes, trying to escape that hell of a room.
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> Beware if you aren't aware of Slender Man please
> don't look into it. Your life could be in danger.
> Slender Man has been seen in Richmond recently. If
> you see him you may have less than a month to
> live. Slender Man's victims mysteriously disappear
> without a trace. The only evidence police ever
> find is various drawings depicting Slender Man.
> Police in Michigan found 30 Bodies torn limb from
> limb impaled atop 60 foot tall trees in a perfect
> circle. Police comfirm that for a human to do this
> they would need a fire truck with cherrypicker. If
> you don't believe don't want your skeptical
> opinions. I'm just warning you.
They say old slender escaped from the soc facility years ago, but dont let them lie to you kid. I saw him first hand ehen they thawed him out of that ice block the New World scientific crew pulled from the arctic circle. We assumed it was some ancestor to the homosapien, but when the ice started to drip we started to think things were very wrong.
Slenderman stood perfectly still and stares into my soul with his voids for eyes, piercing my soul as the ice melted away. We were all atruck by the odd shape of the body being uncovered before us. Flesh as black as night and as tough as steel. Its face a grotesque lack of features aside the holes for eyes and a large row of teeth. Its arms were long and thin, iys fingers pointed and sharp.
We all had a growing sense something was terribly wrong with what was before us. The team director carl suggested we put the creature into one of our industrial freezers, so tom the buildings janitor and myself went to get a palletjack to move the creature and its increasingly smaller block of ice.
On the way nack to storage is when we heard the screams. They echo through my dreams every night. Then visions of Jenny sliced in half and hung from the ceiling. Herman struggling to force his intestines back inside a large gash in his side, only for slenderman to come behind him and slice his throat.
Tom and i were affixed outaide looking in a small window. We can see carl in a corner, bleeding all over, his head smashed with brain matyer exposed. And he was motioning for is to help him, pleading with us to save him. Tom went to grab tje door handle, shouting that we had to help.
Im not ashamed to say i ran.
The last thing i saw was tom with fear and pain in his eyes, trying to escape that hell of a room.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Rory Thortan
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Date: February 06, 2014 01:25PM
hey yall. i live in the backwoods of centerville.THIS IS A WARNING TO ALL OUT THERE
. Last night i woke up to my dog barking (about 11:00). i went to let him in and it was really foggy out.i called my dog in. As i looked out in the distance i saw a faint figure tall and skinny in body form. i believe it was slender man. I went i shock. i looked all my doors and barricaded my self in my house. i was really paranoid and all the sudden i became very fatigue. I crashed on the floor. i woke up again at like 5 scared out of my mind. i coughed up blood. i woke up again at 12 pm i called in work sick. THIS IS A WARNING TO ALL noVA RESIDENTS. you dont wanna experience what i did. believe this or not. its just a warning
. Last night i woke up to my dog barking (about 11:00). i went to let him in and it was really foggy out.i called my dog in. As i looked out in the distance i saw a faint figure tall and skinny in body form. i believe it was slender man. I went i shock. i looked all my doors and barricaded my self in my house. i was really paranoid and all the sudden i became very fatigue. I crashed on the floor. i woke up again at like 5 scared out of my mind. i coughed up blood. i woke up again at 12 pm i called in work sick. THIS IS A WARNING TO ALL noVA RESIDENTS. you dont wanna experience what i did. believe this or not. its just a warning
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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Hidden Pond Park sighting
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Date: February 07, 2014 07:40AM
Hidden Pond Park Ghosts Wrote:
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> I sometimes house sit some houses that back up to
> that Park mentioned called hidden pond in
> Springfield VA.
> One night while relaxing with my girlfriend halley
> on the deck I could see moon's reflection on the
> pond at
> the park suddenly halley dropped her bowl of
> Carmel popcorn and said ''luis look over on the
> other side by
> the center! '' I look and we both see the figure
> of a glowing woman sort of floating along the
> shore line.
>
> She vanished then suddenly we saw her on our side
> she was just gliding along the ground. Halley
> screamed
> and the ghost woman stopped turnned and looked up
> at us. I said to halley let's get out of here. We
> ran into
> the house and as we locked the back porch door we
> could see the ghost standing at the bakyard fence
> looking
> right at us. We ran out the front door I locked it
> and we got in my car and drove off. I am not going
> back
> to that house sit there again!!!
I like to search for wildflowers over at the park call hidden pond and one day as I was tip toeing gently amongst the trout lillies-I hear some giggling and turn around to see a little girl with dark hair in pig tails laughing at me. I said ''for shame child it isn't polite to laugh at people. '' she smiled and turned to walk away and vanished. I was distraught over this. No one ever told me the place was haunted. Sort of thrilling if you ask me.
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> I sometimes house sit some houses that back up to
> that Park mentioned called hidden pond in
> Springfield VA.
> One night while relaxing with my girlfriend halley
> on the deck I could see moon's reflection on the
> pond at
> the park suddenly halley dropped her bowl of
> Carmel popcorn and said ''luis look over on the
> other side by
> the center! '' I look and we both see the figure
> of a glowing woman sort of floating along the
> shore line.
>
> She vanished then suddenly we saw her on our side
> she was just gliding along the ground. Halley
> screamed
> and the ghost woman stopped turnned and looked up
> at us. I said to halley let's get out of here. We
> ran into
> the house and as we locked the back porch door we
> could see the ghost standing at the bakyard fence
> looking
> right at us. We ran out the front door I locked it
> and we got in my car and drove off. I am not going
> back
> to that house sit there again!!!
I like to search for wildflowers over at the park call hidden pond and one day as I was tip toeing gently amongst the trout lillies-I hear some giggling and turn around to see a little girl with dark hair in pig tails laughing at me. I said ''for shame child it isn't polite to laugh at people. '' she smiled and turned to walk away and vanished. I was distraught over this. No one ever told me the place was haunted. Sort of thrilling if you ask me.
Ghost Stories
Posted by:
Marscy
()
Date: February 08, 2014 06:35AM
So this happened when I was about 9 or 10- probably 9. This isn’t relevant, but I’m a girl. I thought nothing of it at the time, and only really realized the creepiness a year later.
For context: My neighborhood back then was pretty safe (it still is) and we had a security alarm, but only left it on at night. I had gotten home from school, and had spent an hour or so on the computer (so it was around 3 or 4 pm) and I was home alone (my dad was at work, my mom and brothers were grocery shopping.)
The desk that had the laptop was next to an archway which led to the dining room which had a wine rack (which my siblings and I never touched, fearing we’d somehow break the wine bottles) and a wardrobe/cabinet thing which had other alcohol in it (like vodka and sake) which my siblings and I also never touched since we thought alcohol was gross. The cabinet wardrobe thing was right next to the archway closest to the laptop.
So I was playing on the laptop and glance at the dining room, and notice the wardrobe cabinet door is wide open. I think nothing of it, until I glance at it again, look down and notice a pair of bare feet. The cabinet door closes and a woman is standing there, mid to late twenties, and I distinctly remember her looking pretty and she had red-ish hair. She notices me looking and smiles at me, and stops rummaging through the cabinet.
I had just gotten a puppy who was very fluffy and adorable- and social. When she stopped, I notice she’s holding my puppy, saying how cute he is and how she wishes she had a dog. I agree with her, and then I ask: “Are you one of my mom’s friends?” because sometimes they babysat my siblings and I.
She responds no, while cooing over my puppy. There’s a silence, and she puts him down and he wanders over to me and lays down. She walks away and I cautiously follow her, and notice at the steps of the door she was using to leave were several bottles of different alcoholic drinks. I thought that was weird, but since I rarely went into the cabinet, I didn’t recognize the bottles as ours.
I thought that was weird, and went back to playing on the computer. My mom and brothers come back, and my mom asks me how my day was and I tell her about the lady. My mom kind of freezes, trying not to freak out, I think. I didn’t tell her the lady took anything because I didn’t know that stuff was ours. She asks how she got in, and I tell my mom that I think she got in through our garage door because that’s how she left. I mention she had some alcohol bottles with her. My mom (which, to me at the time, was acting weird) tells me with a serious/freaked out look on her face to lock the garage door next time and don’t let strangers in, etc. (she knew I didn’t let the lady in, but I guess she was freaked out that someone was in her house with her kid)
Later, like a few days, my mom tells me who the lady was. Apparently our next door neighbors had a twenty something year old alcoholic daughter and she came to them asking for alcohol and money, and they said no, so she came into our house to get her fix.
A year or so later, when someone was asking me about my dog, I suddenly thought about that and got freaked out about how easily she could have taken him from me.
Tl;dr: Lady walks into my house while it’s unlocked and I’m home alone and 9 years old, takes some alcoholic drinks from the house, could have also taken my dog or other valuable stuff. Ask if she’s my mom’s friend, says no, takes the alcohol, leaves. Turns out she’s the neighbor’s alcoholic daughter.
For context: My neighborhood back then was pretty safe (it still is) and we had a security alarm, but only left it on at night. I had gotten home from school, and had spent an hour or so on the computer (so it was around 3 or 4 pm) and I was home alone (my dad was at work, my mom and brothers were grocery shopping.)
The desk that had the laptop was next to an archway which led to the dining room which had a wine rack (which my siblings and I never touched, fearing we’d somehow break the wine bottles) and a wardrobe/cabinet thing which had other alcohol in it (like vodka and sake) which my siblings and I also never touched since we thought alcohol was gross. The cabinet wardrobe thing was right next to the archway closest to the laptop.
So I was playing on the laptop and glance at the dining room, and notice the wardrobe cabinet door is wide open. I think nothing of it, until I glance at it again, look down and notice a pair of bare feet. The cabinet door closes and a woman is standing there, mid to late twenties, and I distinctly remember her looking pretty and she had red-ish hair. She notices me looking and smiles at me, and stops rummaging through the cabinet.
I had just gotten a puppy who was very fluffy and adorable- and social. When she stopped, I notice she’s holding my puppy, saying how cute he is and how she wishes she had a dog. I agree with her, and then I ask: “Are you one of my mom’s friends?” because sometimes they babysat my siblings and I.
She responds no, while cooing over my puppy. There’s a silence, and she puts him down and he wanders over to me and lays down. She walks away and I cautiously follow her, and notice at the steps of the door she was using to leave were several bottles of different alcoholic drinks. I thought that was weird, but since I rarely went into the cabinet, I didn’t recognize the bottles as ours.
I thought that was weird, and went back to playing on the computer. My mom and brothers come back, and my mom asks me how my day was and I tell her about the lady. My mom kind of freezes, trying not to freak out, I think. I didn’t tell her the lady took anything because I didn’t know that stuff was ours. She asks how she got in, and I tell my mom that I think she got in through our garage door because that’s how she left. I mention she had some alcohol bottles with her. My mom (which, to me at the time, was acting weird) tells me with a serious/freaked out look on her face to lock the garage door next time and don’t let strangers in, etc. (she knew I didn’t let the lady in, but I guess she was freaked out that someone was in her house with her kid)
Later, like a few days, my mom tells me who the lady was. Apparently our next door neighbors had a twenty something year old alcoholic daughter and she came to them asking for alcohol and money, and they said no, so she came into our house to get her fix.
A year or so later, when someone was asking me about my dog, I suddenly thought about that and got freaked out about how easily she could have taken him from me.
Tl;dr: Lady walks into my house while it’s unlocked and I’m home alone and 9 years old, takes some alcoholic drinks from the house, could have also taken my dog or other valuable stuff. Ask if she’s my mom’s friend, says no, takes the alcohol, leaves. Turns out she’s the neighbor’s alcoholic daughter.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
She-Beast of Tysons
()
Date: February 08, 2014 08:04AM
Hidden Pond Park sighting Wrote:
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> Hidden Pond Park Ghosts Wrote:
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> > I sometimes house sit some houses that back up
> to
> > that Park mentioned called hidden pond in
> > Springfield VA.
> > One night while relaxing with my girlfriend
> halley
> > on the deck I could see moon's reflection on
> the
> > pond at
> > the park suddenly halley dropped her bowl of
> > Carmel popcorn and said ''luis look over on the
> > other side by
> > the center! '' I look and we both see the
> figure
> > of a glowing woman sort of floating along the
> > shore line.
> >
> > She vanished then suddenly we saw her on our
> side
> > she was just gliding along the ground. Halley
> > screamed
> > and the ghost woman stopped turnned and looked
> up
> > at us. I said to halley let's get out of here.
> We
> > ran into
> > the house and as we locked the back porch door
> we
> > could see the ghost standing at the bakyard
> fence
> > looking
> > right at us. We ran out the front door I locked
> it
> > and we got in my car and drove off. I am not
> going
> > back
> > to that house sit there again!!!
>
> I like to search for wildflowers over at the park
> call hidden pond and one day as I was tip toeing
> gently amongst the trout lillies-I hear some
> giggling and turn around to see a little girl with
> dark hair in pig tails laughing at me. I said
> ''for shame child it isn't polite to laugh at
> people. '' she smiled and turned to walk away and
> vanished. I was distraught over this. No one ever
> told me the place was haunted. Sort of thrilling
> if you ask me.
It was this horrible creature, known by locals as Melinda Ardinger. Legend tells of how this she-beast ensnarls traffic and makes milk turn sour. She is said to bore people to death with her incessant whining.
Beware...Beware...BEWARE!
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> Hidden Pond Park Ghosts Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I sometimes house sit some houses that back up
> to
> > that Park mentioned called hidden pond in
> > Springfield VA.
> > One night while relaxing with my girlfriend
> halley
> > on the deck I could see moon's reflection on
> the
> > pond at
> > the park suddenly halley dropped her bowl of
> > Carmel popcorn and said ''luis look over on the
> > other side by
> > the center! '' I look and we both see the
> figure
> > of a glowing woman sort of floating along the
> > shore line.
> >
> > She vanished then suddenly we saw her on our
> side
> > she was just gliding along the ground. Halley
> > screamed
> > and the ghost woman stopped turnned and looked
> up
> > at us. I said to halley let's get out of here.
> We
> > ran into
> > the house and as we locked the back porch door
> we
> > could see the ghost standing at the bakyard
> fence
> > looking
> > right at us. We ran out the front door I locked
> it
> > and we got in my car and drove off. I am not
> going
> > back
> > to that house sit there again!!!
>
> I like to search for wildflowers over at the park
> call hidden pond and one day as I was tip toeing
> gently amongst the trout lillies-I hear some
> giggling and turn around to see a little girl with
> dark hair in pig tails laughing at me. I said
> ''for shame child it isn't polite to laugh at
> people. '' she smiled and turned to walk away and
> vanished. I was distraught over this. No one ever
> told me the place was haunted. Sort of thrilling
> if you ask me.
It was this horrible creature, known by locals as Melinda Ardinger. Legend tells of how this she-beast ensnarls traffic and makes milk turn sour. She is said to bore people to death with her incessant whining.
Beware...Beware...BEWARE!
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Re: Ghost Stories
Posted by:
StayONTOPIC
()
Date: February 08, 2014 08:10AM
Marscy, what about the term GHOSTS/HAUNTINGS don't you understand? A drunk breaking into your house is neither.
Re: Ghost Stories
Posted by:
Marscy
()
Date: February 08, 2014 08:11AM
StayONTOPIC Wrote:
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> Marscy, what about the term GHOSTS/HAUNTINGS don't
> you understand? A drunk breaking into your house
> is neither.
But it was scary and i thoughted you guys would like to read my encounter.
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> Marscy, what about the term GHOSTS/HAUNTINGS don't
> you understand? A drunk breaking into your house
> is neither.
But it was scary and i thoughted you guys would like to read my encounter.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Leesburg Presbyterian Church
()
Date: February 08, 2014 01:31PM
Theoretically there is a grey area between residual and sentient energy. There is a haunting at the Presbyterian Church in Leesburg, Virginia that seems residual and yet the witnesses have very distinct variations to the story that give it a seemingly sentient twist. On November 9, 1802 the Presbytery Society bought at auction a one acre lot on Market Street for the price of $80 with the intent of establishing the first Presbyterian church of Leesburg "for the sole use and purpose of a burying ground and place of worship to be conducted agreeably to the manner prescribed by the General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church of these United States, forever" and it was arranged that a 40’ by 30’ brick house of worship would be built in the clearing. The current congregation continues to use the original brick structure and its original pews and boasts descendants of the first gathering in 1804. With a history this strong and intact, it is no surprise that the church has a haunting. But the Presbyterian Church haunting is not from its deep historic roots; it is actually that of the choir director from the early 1960s. At 5:15, as was her weekly Wednesday habit, Lilias Janney placed the dinner dishes in the sink, gathered her keys and sheet music, and was headed to the back door to attend choir practice when she suffered a massive heart attack. Death was immediate. Choir members gathered at the church and quickly knew something was amiss. The music stands and chairs were still stacked along the balcony wall and Miss Janney was nowhere to be found. When there was no response at Miss Janney’s house, choir members called her daughter who hurried to her mother’s house where she discovered her body on the kitchen floor. It was a sad day for the Leesburg Presbyterian Church community. A large crowd of church members and locals gathered to pay their respects as hymns floated down from the balcony sung by the choir that Miss Janney loved so much. A friend took over the responsibility of directing the choir and scheduled practices to resume the next Wednesday. As was Miss Janney’s habit, the friend arrived at the church early and went to the balcony to set up the chairs, stands, and sheet music. As soon as she reached the balcony, she heard the door at the back of the church swoosh open. She looked over the balcony rail to see who had also arrived early and saw the familiar figure of a woman rushing up the aisle. “Lillias, I’m up here,” she called out before recalling that her good friend Lillias Janney had died the week before. When the rest of the choir arrived, the visibly shaken director told them what she had seen. Since that time others have also witnessed Miss Janney rushing through the back entrance and hurrying up the aisle. With each telling, the story changes. Witnesses in the 60s saw Miss Janney rush through the door and then disappear halfway up the aisle. Later it is reported that Miss Janney rushes up the aisle and makes it to the bottom of the balcony staircase. More recently the ghost of Miss Janney is seen and heard rushing up the aisle and her heels can be heard coming up the balcony staircase but no one ever appears at the top of the stairs. A picture of Lillias Janney hangs in the hallway at the back entrance of the church to commemorate her dedication to the church and the choir. Members of the church embrace her everlasting spirit that still enters through their church doors. They believe that one day the spirit will climb to the top of the balcony stairs and the haunting of Miss Janney will cease for she has finally reached her destination – the choir practice that she didn’t make it to decades earlier. Leesburg Presbyterian Church http://www.lpcva.org/history.htm The Daily Gazette: The Sunday Gazette: Travel. April 30, 1995. “Virginia Town Proud of Tales of Supernatural” by Gail Shufelt. Schenectady, NY.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Manassas Battlefield Ghosts
()
Date: February 09, 2014 10:26AM
We go up the Manassas Battlefield sometimes and sometimes we hear the sounds of cannons and muskets on the hills and trees. Some people tell us that all we're hearing are the sounds from 66, however I can tell the difference. Plus we live nearby (even closer to 66 and 29, and they aren't the same sounds).
Some years ago, my brother - who was a sheriff's deputy at the time, told us that he saw what looked like Civil War soldiers crossing over Rt. 29 very late at night (about 1am I think). Scary place to be!
Some years ago, my brother - who was a sheriff's deputy at the time, told us that he saw what looked like Civil War soldiers crossing over Rt. 29 very late at night (about 1am I think). Scary place to be!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost on the Battlefield
()
Date: February 10, 2014 09:15AM
Manassas Battlefield Ghosts Wrote:
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> We go up the Manassas Battlefield sometimes and
> sometimes we hear the sounds of cannons and
> muskets on the hills and trees. Some people tell
> us that all we're hearing are the sounds from 66,
> however I can tell the difference. Plus we live
> nearby (even closer to 66 and 29, and they aren't
> the same sounds).
>
> Some years ago, my brother - who was a sheriff's
> deputy at the time, told us that he saw what
> looked like Civil War soldiers crossing over Rt.
> 29 very late at night (about 1am I think). Scary
> place to be!
My family and I were on vacation in DC and we went to the Manassas battlefield. We video taped there, and later that day we were watching the tape and we noticed the woman dressed in white walking along the fenceline. There were no reenactments going on that day, and we didn't see her there. If you look to the left of the house, you will see a small black fence with a marker that encloses the graves of Mrs. Henry, her daughter, and her son. The ghost is walking away from the graves to just an open field. We are convinced that this was a paranormal experience.
You can watch the video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=G27tgEiUE2o
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> We go up the Manassas Battlefield sometimes and
> sometimes we hear the sounds of cannons and
> muskets on the hills and trees. Some people tell
> us that all we're hearing are the sounds from 66,
> however I can tell the difference. Plus we live
> nearby (even closer to 66 and 29, and they aren't
> the same sounds).
>
> Some years ago, my brother - who was a sheriff's
> deputy at the time, told us that he saw what
> looked like Civil War soldiers crossing over Rt.
> 29 very late at night (about 1am I think). Scary
> place to be!
My family and I were on vacation in DC and we went to the Manassas battlefield. We video taped there, and later that day we were watching the tape and we noticed the woman dressed in white walking along the fenceline. There were no reenactments going on that day, and we didn't see her there. If you look to the left of the house, you will see a small black fence with a marker that encloses the graves of Mrs. Henry, her daughter, and her son. The ghost is walking away from the graves to just an open field. We are convinced that this was a paranormal experience.
You can watch the video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=G27tgEiUE2o
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
abelard
()
Date: February 10, 2014 01:09PM
>There were no reenactments going on that day, and we didn't see her there.
I go to the battlefield pretty often and it's not unusual to see folks there in period dress - they work there. More than once I've ended up taking a leak next to soldiers in full dress, and not on reenactment days. They're usually in the vicinity of the visitor's center and the buildings nearby. Consider the possibility that it's just staff and you just don't remember seeing her.
>told us that he saw what looked like Civil War soldiers crossing over Rt.
> 29 very late at night (about 1am I think).
I've heard stories like this second hand a couple of times, especially from the area around the stone bridge - not sure what to make of them. It's possible that human suffering 'leaves an imprint' of some sort (oh so goes the theory) but I'd expect other places to absolutely glow with ghosts. I'm been to Dachau and Passchendaele, and as far as I know, neither is famous for ghosts. This even though you can fairly well feel the horror radiating from these places.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 02/10/2014 01:21PM by abelard.
I go to the battlefield pretty often and it's not unusual to see folks there in period dress - they work there. More than once I've ended up taking a leak next to soldiers in full dress, and not on reenactment days. They're usually in the vicinity of the visitor's center and the buildings nearby. Consider the possibility that it's just staff and you just don't remember seeing her.
>told us that he saw what looked like Civil War soldiers crossing over Rt.
> 29 very late at night (about 1am I think).
I've heard stories like this second hand a couple of times, especially from the area around the stone bridge - not sure what to make of them. It's possible that human suffering 'leaves an imprint' of some sort (oh so goes the theory) but I'd expect other places to absolutely glow with ghosts. I'm been to Dachau and Passchendaele, and as far as I know, neither is famous for ghosts. This even though you can fairly well feel the horror radiating from these places.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 02/10/2014 01:21PM by abelard.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
CSA 11B
()
Date: February 10, 2014 07:45PM
Ghost on the Battlefield Wrote:
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> Manassas Battlefield Ghosts Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > We go up the Manassas Battlefield sometimes and
> > sometimes we hear the sounds of cannons and
> > muskets on the hills and trees. Some people
> tell
> > us that all we're hearing are the sounds from
> 66,
> > however I can tell the difference. Plus we live
> > nearby (even closer to 66 and 29, and they
> aren't
> > the same sounds).
> >
> > Some years ago, my brother - who was a
> sheriff's
> > deputy at the time, told us that he saw what
> > looked like Civil War soldiers crossing over
> Rt.
> > 29 very late at night (about 1am I think).
> Scary
> > place to be!
>
> My family and I were on vacation in DC and we went
> to the Manassas battlefield. We video taped there,
> and later that day we were watching the tape and
> we noticed the woman dressed in white walking
> along the fenceline. There were no reenactments
> going on that day, and we didn't see her there. If
> you look to the left of the house, you will see a
> small black fence with a marker that encloses the
> graves of Mrs. Henry, her daughter, and her son.
> The ghost is walking away from the graves to just
> an open field. We are convinced that this was a
> paranormal experience.
>
> You can watch the video here:
> http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detail
> page&v=G27tgEiUE2o
I work there for the NPS, and one of my buddies there and I have heard some strange shit before sunrise inside the visitor center, which of course in stellar 1940s thinking was built on the exact scene of some brutal combat. Amongst other things sometimes the water faucets in the bathrooms turn themselves on, the lights will turn on and off. I just tell them to knock it off please because i have work to do, and strangely, it stops. I've also had some weird chills and sensations over near the Deep Cut section of the second manassas battlefield, another scene of brutal fighting with lots of hand to hand and artillery. I spoke to an old timer who used to live on a nearby farm back in the day and he spoke of seeing "haints" in the woods, where there yet remain unmarked graves, though most were found by the UDC and local farmers after the war. Some folks get offended when I remind them not to play sports games on the fields, I let them know the place is more of a cemetery then anything else. A 5300 acre battleground of lost soldiers and with the parts of unaccounted for.
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> Manassas Battlefield Ghosts Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > We go up the Manassas Battlefield sometimes and
> > sometimes we hear the sounds of cannons and
> > muskets on the hills and trees. Some people
> tell
> > us that all we're hearing are the sounds from
> 66,
> > however I can tell the difference. Plus we live
> > nearby (even closer to 66 and 29, and they
> aren't
> > the same sounds).
> >
> > Some years ago, my brother - who was a
> sheriff's
> > deputy at the time, told us that he saw what
> > looked like Civil War soldiers crossing over
> Rt.
> > 29 very late at night (about 1am I think).
> Scary
> > place to be!
>
> My family and I were on vacation in DC and we went
> to the Manassas battlefield. We video taped there,
> and later that day we were watching the tape and
> we noticed the woman dressed in white walking
> along the fenceline. There were no reenactments
> going on that day, and we didn't see her there. If
> you look to the left of the house, you will see a
> small black fence with a marker that encloses the
> graves of Mrs. Henry, her daughter, and her son.
> The ghost is walking away from the graves to just
> an open field. We are convinced that this was a
> paranormal experience.
>
> You can watch the video here:
> http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detail
> page&v=G27tgEiUE2o
I work there for the NPS, and one of my buddies there and I have heard some strange shit before sunrise inside the visitor center, which of course in stellar 1940s thinking was built on the exact scene of some brutal combat. Amongst other things sometimes the water faucets in the bathrooms turn themselves on, the lights will turn on and off. I just tell them to knock it off please because i have work to do, and strangely, it stops. I've also had some weird chills and sensations over near the Deep Cut section of the second manassas battlefield, another scene of brutal fighting with lots of hand to hand and artillery. I spoke to an old timer who used to live on a nearby farm back in the day and he spoke of seeing "haints" in the woods, where there yet remain unmarked graves, though most were found by the UDC and local farmers after the war. Some folks get offended when I remind them not to play sports games on the fields, I let them know the place is more of a cemetery then anything else. A 5300 acre battleground of lost soldiers and with the parts of unaccounted for.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Manassas Battlefield Ghosts
()
Date: February 11, 2014 06:54AM
abelard Wrote:
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> >told us that he saw what looked like Civil War
> soldiers crossing over Rt.
> > 29 very late at night (about 1am I think).
>
> I've heard stories like this second hand a couple
> of times, especially from the area around the
> stone bridge - not sure what to make of them.
> It's possible that human suffering 'leaves an
> imprint' of some sort (oh so goes the theory) but
> I'd expect other places to absolutely glow with
> ghosts. I'm been to Dachau and Passchendaele, and
> as far as I know, neither is famous for ghosts.
> This even though you can fairly well feel the
> horror radiating from these places.
When we were there last, I got the feeling that I was just on the "other side of the looking glass". That those gunshots we heard were just down the hill. We were on New York road over there where the Union's New York division was wiped out. In the picture with one of the two cannons on the hill, you can see a small road in the background. Just go down that road and you'll come to a creepy parking lot/turnaround where there are (2) Memorials for the New York units there. That's where we heard the shots being fired some weeks ago and the occassional cannon. You can also hear the traffic on 66 as well. There's alot of echo there because the unusal treelines and the terrain. Curiously, we did not hear anything on the hill that day.
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> >told us that he saw what looked like Civil War
> soldiers crossing over Rt.
> > 29 very late at night (about 1am I think).
>
> I've heard stories like this second hand a couple
> of times, especially from the area around the
> stone bridge - not sure what to make of them.
> It's possible that human suffering 'leaves an
> imprint' of some sort (oh so goes the theory) but
> I'd expect other places to absolutely glow with
> ghosts. I'm been to Dachau and Passchendaele, and
> as far as I know, neither is famous for ghosts.
> This even though you can fairly well feel the
> horror radiating from these places.
When we were there last, I got the feeling that I was just on the "other side of the looking glass". That those gunshots we heard were just down the hill. We were on New York road over there where the Union's New York division was wiped out. In the picture with one of the two cannons on the hill, you can see a small road in the background. Just go down that road and you'll come to a creepy parking lot/turnaround where there are (2) Memorials for the New York units there. That's where we heard the shots being fired some weeks ago and the occassional cannon. You can also hear the traffic on 66 as well. There's alot of echo there because the unusal treelines and the terrain. Curiously, we did not hear anything on the hill that day.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Haunted Stone House
()
Date: February 11, 2014 07:31AM
I live in Manassas, VA right down the street from the Manassas Battlefield. I LOVE taking my dog out there for walks and ever since I moved to Virginia I've been intrigued with one house in particular on the battlefield. The old Mathew's Stone house is so mysterious. You can find some information about the place online, but in comparison to other records of history; the history of this house is not as well advertised all over the internet.
I'm still researching the home but here is some of what I found...
http://www.nvrha.com/sth2.htm
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"The Civil War brought devastation to the cluster of families living near the Stone House intersection. Most families suffered, with their crops destroyed, fences burned, or houses damaged. The Matthews at the Stone House found themselves in the thick of the fighting during the first battle. The battle began a third of a mile north of the Stone House where a brigade of Southerners, hurrying from Stone Bridge, met Union attackers advancing south on the Sudley-Manassas Road. From the shelter of the Stone House, retreating Southerners fired on the advancing Yankees until the 27th New York Infantry drove them from this cover, across the Warrenton Turnpike, and up Henry Hill. Wounded from the fighting sought shelter in the basement of the Stone House. Corporal William H. Merrell of the 27th New York Infantry joined them and observed, “the floor above was also covered with wounded soldiers, whose cries could be distinctly heard.” A makeshift red flag appeared on the building to mark the Stone House as a place of refuge and suffering. After the fighting ended, company A of the 28th Virginia Infantry arrived at the Stone House to find 100 weapons and “a large number of the wounded enemy, some dead, and thirty-six men, who surrendered themselves prisoners.” Among the prisoners were two Union medical officers, a surgeon and an assistant surgeon. Only the assistant surgeon was allowed to remain and care for the many sufferers as best he could. No evidence exists that any surgical operations took place inside the house. Two primary battlefield hospital sites were located nearby at Sudley Church and the Francis Lewis House, “Portici.”
During the Second Battle of Manassas, Union commander John Pope established his head-quarters on Buck Hill overlooking the Stone House. On August 30 most of the defeated Union army passed the Stone House on the Warrenton Turnpike in retreat toward Washington. Private George Edgcomb of the 23rd New York wrote that he entered the Stone House at this time to rescue a wounded comrade. The weight of the man proved too great a burden for Edgcomb to carry and he had to abandon the soldier along the road near Stone Bridge. At least two other wounded soldiers also occupied the Stone House that day. Privates Eugene P Geer and Charles E. Brehm of the 5th New York Infantry were wounded on August 30, 1862 in a futile attempt to halt General James Longstreet’s counterattack. Somehow the two men found their way to one small upstairs rooms at the Stone House. There, carved in the floorboards in the late summer of 1862, and still visible today, are the initials “E.P. Ge” and “Brehm Aug 30.” Charles Brehm recovered from his wounds and survived the war. Eugene Geer died of his wounds September 30, 1862, he was 17."
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I'm really interested in history so this place just absolutely intrigues me... but there's more to it. My friend Devon and I were driving down the road one day. I looked up and saw a face in the top right window that faced out towards the street. The face was staring out the window right at me. I couldn't define the face as a man or woman. I got Devon's attention and told her to look at the house and tell me what she saw. She freaked out and said, "OMG there's a face... in that top right window." We wrote it off as possibly being someone who broke into the house to play a prank or possibly a homeless person.
I found out a few days later that a friend of ours had also seen something at the Stone House. When I spoke with him he said that a few weeks prior he had seen a face in a window. When I asked him what window he said that if you're looking at the house from the street it would be the top right window. Ok... a little creepy now, but still can be explained right?
The other night my friends and I had a bonfire at my friend Shanna's farm. We all got to talking about spooky happenings and this guy and his girlfriend that had showed up brought up the stone house. They said that occassionally when they pass by the stone house they'll see a face in the top right window. Sometimes it's clear like you'd see any person, but sometimes it's less visible and more of a cloudy appearance fogging the window in the shape of a face.
Ok... so now we have my interest really getting at me. I decided I want to research this place and find out what may be. It could be coincidence... it could be easily explained... but I'm all too curious. I love the battlefields. They're filled with so many stories and I have a deep respect for the soldiers that died on those fields. There have been lots of stories about ghosts inhabiting the fields and soldiers seen marching along the cobblestone bridge out here. There's been stories about the cannonfire which could honestly be mistaken by the gun fire that takes place over at Bull Run Park... still... when you hear the gun fire in the middle of the night that's a bit odd.
My friend Devon decided to look into this with me. I think it'll be a lot of fun. I feel like a kid again... off on my explorations... my adventures...
Here's my thought maybe.... Eugene Geer died of his wounds. I don't think he ever left the Stone House. He was too hurt. He may have died in that room where he carved his innitals. Could it be that maybe that room is the same room that looks out of that top right window? Could it be that he looked out the window from time to time longing for the help that never came? Who knows...
Like I said... I feel like a kid off on an adventure
Here's a picture of the stone house. It's the top right window I believe that you see in the picture that people tend to see the face in. There's a chimney on one side and can't remember what side it's on. I believe this is the side that faces the street that is now RT 29.
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I'm still researching the home but here is some of what I found...
http://www.nvrha.com/sth2.htm
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"The Civil War brought devastation to the cluster of families living near the Stone House intersection. Most families suffered, with their crops destroyed, fences burned, or houses damaged. The Matthews at the Stone House found themselves in the thick of the fighting during the first battle. The battle began a third of a mile north of the Stone House where a brigade of Southerners, hurrying from Stone Bridge, met Union attackers advancing south on the Sudley-Manassas Road. From the shelter of the Stone House, retreating Southerners fired on the advancing Yankees until the 27th New York Infantry drove them from this cover, across the Warrenton Turnpike, and up Henry Hill. Wounded from the fighting sought shelter in the basement of the Stone House. Corporal William H. Merrell of the 27th New York Infantry joined them and observed, “the floor above was also covered with wounded soldiers, whose cries could be distinctly heard.” A makeshift red flag appeared on the building to mark the Stone House as a place of refuge and suffering. After the fighting ended, company A of the 28th Virginia Infantry arrived at the Stone House to find 100 weapons and “a large number of the wounded enemy, some dead, and thirty-six men, who surrendered themselves prisoners.” Among the prisoners were two Union medical officers, a surgeon and an assistant surgeon. Only the assistant surgeon was allowed to remain and care for the many sufferers as best he could. No evidence exists that any surgical operations took place inside the house. Two primary battlefield hospital sites were located nearby at Sudley Church and the Francis Lewis House, “Portici.”
During the Second Battle of Manassas, Union commander John Pope established his head-quarters on Buck Hill overlooking the Stone House. On August 30 most of the defeated Union army passed the Stone House on the Warrenton Turnpike in retreat toward Washington. Private George Edgcomb of the 23rd New York wrote that he entered the Stone House at this time to rescue a wounded comrade. The weight of the man proved too great a burden for Edgcomb to carry and he had to abandon the soldier along the road near Stone Bridge. At least two other wounded soldiers also occupied the Stone House that day. Privates Eugene P Geer and Charles E. Brehm of the 5th New York Infantry were wounded on August 30, 1862 in a futile attempt to halt General James Longstreet’s counterattack. Somehow the two men found their way to one small upstairs rooms at the Stone House. There, carved in the floorboards in the late summer of 1862, and still visible today, are the initials “E.P. Ge” and “Brehm Aug 30.” Charles Brehm recovered from his wounds and survived the war. Eugene Geer died of his wounds September 30, 1862, he was 17."
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I'm really interested in history so this place just absolutely intrigues me... but there's more to it. My friend Devon and I were driving down the road one day. I looked up and saw a face in the top right window that faced out towards the street. The face was staring out the window right at me. I couldn't define the face as a man or woman. I got Devon's attention and told her to look at the house and tell me what she saw. She freaked out and said, "OMG there's a face... in that top right window." We wrote it off as possibly being someone who broke into the house to play a prank or possibly a homeless person.
I found out a few days later that a friend of ours had also seen something at the Stone House. When I spoke with him he said that a few weeks prior he had seen a face in a window. When I asked him what window he said that if you're looking at the house from the street it would be the top right window. Ok... a little creepy now, but still can be explained right?
The other night my friends and I had a bonfire at my friend Shanna's farm. We all got to talking about spooky happenings and this guy and his girlfriend that had showed up brought up the stone house. They said that occassionally when they pass by the stone house they'll see a face in the top right window. Sometimes it's clear like you'd see any person, but sometimes it's less visible and more of a cloudy appearance fogging the window in the shape of a face.
Ok... so now we have my interest really getting at me. I decided I want to research this place and find out what may be. It could be coincidence... it could be easily explained... but I'm all too curious. I love the battlefields. They're filled with so many stories and I have a deep respect for the soldiers that died on those fields. There have been lots of stories about ghosts inhabiting the fields and soldiers seen marching along the cobblestone bridge out here. There's been stories about the cannonfire which could honestly be mistaken by the gun fire that takes place over at Bull Run Park... still... when you hear the gun fire in the middle of the night that's a bit odd.
My friend Devon decided to look into this with me. I think it'll be a lot of fun. I feel like a kid again... off on my explorations... my adventures...
Here's my thought maybe.... Eugene Geer died of his wounds. I don't think he ever left the Stone House. He was too hurt. He may have died in that room where he carved his innitals. Could it be that maybe that room is the same room that looks out of that top right window? Could it be that he looked out the window from time to time longing for the help that never came? Who knows...
Like I said... I feel like a kid off on an adventure
Here's a picture of the stone house. It's the top right window I believe that you see in the picture that people tend to see the face in. There's a chimney on one side and can't remember what side it's on. I believe this is the side that faces the street that is now RT 29.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
NnUFt
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Date: February 11, 2014 07:50AM
Speaking of Ghosts and Ghost stories. I have a few.
I used to live in Germany in a town called Wildflecken. We lived in an attic apartment. You'd go to bed at night with everything in the house as it should be and find everything in a chaos the next morning. For example, shoes would be moved elsewhere and stuff would be broken. Cabinets and drawers in the kitchen would be wide open when you made sure before going to bed that they were closed. We had no animals at the time and had no way to explain why all the drawers and cabinets would be wide open in the mornings.
My mom kept telling my dad that she thought we seriously had a ghost in the house. Now mind you, my dad is the biggest skeptic I know. He's a "I wont believe that crap till I see it" kind of guy. He told my mom she was full of it and that there's no such thing as ghosts.
My mom grabbed me and took me to the nearest church that was open at the time. She prayed for a while thinking that was how she would get rid of whatever was in the house. When she was walking home she turned the corner into an alley shortcut back to the apartment. Right as she turned that corner an older lady had her head out the window and said to my mom something in German which translated into, "My child, No Evil." Strange, but eh ok.
Anyways... back to my Dad, the skeptic. He seriously though my mom had gone crazy. One night he woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. The lights are located on the outsides of the rooms instead of inside. Not sure if most places in Germany or like that or just the area we lived in at the time. Anyways, he was in the bathroom doing his thing and all of a sudden the light turned off and the door slammed shut. His first thought was that my mom was being annoying and playing a stupid prank on him. He finished up and when he opened up the door there was an old woman. She turned her face to him and then vanished. He ran to his room and hid under the covers and we moved out I think within the week.
Here's one more. I was at my Great-Uncle's memorial (funeral) that took place in a small church in the middle of a cemetary. When the memorial was over and we were walking out to our cars I saw a small boy that looked about 5ish playing in the cemetary. I looked around and didn't see any adults nearby. I didn't recognize him from the memorial. He looked at me, smiled and started to play peekaboo with me from behind a nearby tree. I seriously thought it was a real living kid honestly. He went and hid behind the tree again and when he didn't pop back out from behind the tree for peekaboo again I decided to investigate. It was a very short walk to the tree. I would have seen him if he had decided to leave. I got to the tree and there was no kid. It was the strangest thing I had ever witnessed. No real kid could have just vanished into thin air like that. You can't just lose a kid behind a tree. He would have had to make himself visible if he left to go anywhere... strange.
I used to live in Germany in a town called Wildflecken. We lived in an attic apartment. You'd go to bed at night with everything in the house as it should be and find everything in a chaos the next morning. For example, shoes would be moved elsewhere and stuff would be broken. Cabinets and drawers in the kitchen would be wide open when you made sure before going to bed that they were closed. We had no animals at the time and had no way to explain why all the drawers and cabinets would be wide open in the mornings.
My mom kept telling my dad that she thought we seriously had a ghost in the house. Now mind you, my dad is the biggest skeptic I know. He's a "I wont believe that crap till I see it" kind of guy. He told my mom she was full of it and that there's no such thing as ghosts.
My mom grabbed me and took me to the nearest church that was open at the time. She prayed for a while thinking that was how she would get rid of whatever was in the house. When she was walking home she turned the corner into an alley shortcut back to the apartment. Right as she turned that corner an older lady had her head out the window and said to my mom something in German which translated into, "My child, No Evil." Strange, but eh ok.
Anyways... back to my Dad, the skeptic. He seriously though my mom had gone crazy. One night he woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. The lights are located on the outsides of the rooms instead of inside. Not sure if most places in Germany or like that or just the area we lived in at the time. Anyways, he was in the bathroom doing his thing and all of a sudden the light turned off and the door slammed shut. His first thought was that my mom was being annoying and playing a stupid prank on him. He finished up and when he opened up the door there was an old woman. She turned her face to him and then vanished. He ran to his room and hid under the covers and we moved out I think within the week.
Here's one more. I was at my Great-Uncle's memorial (funeral) that took place in a small church in the middle of a cemetary. When the memorial was over and we were walking out to our cars I saw a small boy that looked about 5ish playing in the cemetary. I looked around and didn't see any adults nearby. I didn't recognize him from the memorial. He looked at me, smiled and started to play peekaboo with me from behind a nearby tree. I seriously thought it was a real living kid honestly. He went and hid behind the tree again and when he didn't pop back out from behind the tree for peekaboo again I decided to investigate. It was a very short walk to the tree. I would have seen him if he had decided to leave. I got to the tree and there was no kid. It was the strangest thing I had ever witnessed. No real kid could have just vanished into thin air like that. You can't just lose a kid behind a tree. He would have had to make himself visible if he left to go anywhere... strange.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
pheobe
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Date: February 11, 2014 08:44AM
I was living in a townhouse in Chantilly and was always hearing strange noises. I kept telling my parents I thought there was a ghost in the house. They told me I was just freaking out too much and chill out. I woke started waking up and finding scratches on me. Every morning there were more. They weren't so bad at first, but then occasionally they would be bad enough that it drew blood. My step-mom started making sure my nails were always trimmed since they thought maybe I was just scratching myself in the middle of the night. That didn't stop them though. I continued to have scratches on me and started hearing voices talking to me at night. I was so scared of that particular place and was happy when we moved out.
Another encountered when I was at a friend's house. Her house was FREAKY. The tv volume would go up and down on it's own. The channels would change on their own. etc. I spent the night one night and decided I was going to hop into the shower. You know how the mirrors sometimes fog up? Well that happened. I got out of the shower and had the towel wrapped around me. I went to rub my hands on the mirror to wipe the fog away so I could see myself. Just then I saw a male figure walk by behind me as I was looking in the mirror. I turned around and there was no one there. Creepy?
Another encountered when I was at a friend's house. Her house was FREAKY. The tv volume would go up and down on it's own. The channels would change on their own. etc. I spent the night one night and decided I was going to hop into the shower. You know how the mirrors sometimes fog up? Well that happened. I got out of the shower and had the towel wrapped around me. I went to rub my hands on the mirror to wipe the fog away so I could see myself. Just then I saw a male figure walk by behind me as I was looking in the mirror. I turned around and there was no one there. Creepy?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Mandi's Story
()
Date: February 11, 2014 09:13AM
Found this story online...
http://www.ghostvillage.com/encounters/2010/05282010.shtml
This all started in May of 2009. My dad brought me to Washington DC, for the police memorial. I was studying the Civil War in history class and so before we left, we went to Manassas Battlefield (site of the famous battles of Bull Run). Anyone who has been there knows that there is a well-known field house there called the Stone House. Anyway, people aren't allowed into the field house, but you can look in the windows. So that is exactly what I did. When I looked into the window, I saw a man in all gray, pacing. I quickly stepped away from the window and walked back to my dad's car. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary for a while after that.
When I went to a summer camp in late June, I kept having weird dreams about the field house. On the last night I had a dream that I was back at the field house... but this time I was in the field house. I figured that it was directly after the first or second battle of Bull Run. There were Confederate soldiers with blood on them, some were missing limbs. No one paid attention to me, except for one soldier. He had brown eyes and light brown shaggy hair, he also had bloody a scar going across his face. He looked at me and said, "This is only the beginning." I assumed he was from Tennessee from his accent, he grabbed my shoulders and ran through me. I woke up in a cold sweat back at the summer camp. I sat up and read the clock, it said 3 am and everyone was asleep. I laid back down and let out a sigh, It was only a dream I thought. I looked around one more time to see if I had woken anyone up, and the same Confederate soldier that talked to me in my dream was standing next to my bed, looking at me! Before I could scream he put his hand over my mouth. I could smell the gun powder, and he shushed me and told me, "I won't hurt you." I blacked out after that. I didn't eat much that morning... everything smelled like gunpowder.
Not that long after I came home from the summer camp I had another dream. The Confederate soldier kept saying he wouldn't hurt me. He also confirmed that he was from Tennessee. In late July, my parents, two sisters, and I drove down to Florida. We were at a gas station in Tennessee early in the morning, I was walking around the perimeter of the gas station while everyone else was inside going to the bathroom. I was behind the gas station when I felt a rough hand grab my shoulder. I balled up my fist and spun around, trying to punch whoever grabbed my shoulder, but my hand went through air. The same Confederate soldier was smiling and laughing at my reaction. "What do you want?" I hissed at him. He laughed some more, and I couldn't help but smile for a second. He stopped laughing and said, "I want to welcome you to my home... and give you this." He handed me my phone charger, which, I realized, I had left still plugged into my wall, "Thank you." I said, and he laughed some more. My mom started calling my name, and he disappeared. Throughout my entire week in Florida, the soldier would show up and tell me stuff about the Civil War. When my dad, my friend (she and her family had joined us on the trip), and I went into the war museum, we stopped by the Civil War section. I felt a rough hand on my back and I could see a faint outline of the soldier pointing at some pictures and other artifacts from the Confederate army. He was talking, but I couldn't hear him. Finally he pointed to a Confederate uniform and I could lip-read what he said, "That was mine." I almost fainted. After I finally got my SD card back from the Walgreen's where I got my pictures from Washington DC, developed, I went through the pictures on my computer and came across a picture of the Stone House. It looked like a normal picture, except if you look by the fence in the bottom-right, there is a picture of a man crouching and maybe holding a riffle.
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http://www.ghostvillage.com/encounters/2010/05282010.shtml
This all started in May of 2009. My dad brought me to Washington DC, for the police memorial. I was studying the Civil War in history class and so before we left, we went to Manassas Battlefield (site of the famous battles of Bull Run). Anyone who has been there knows that there is a well-known field house there called the Stone House. Anyway, people aren't allowed into the field house, but you can look in the windows. So that is exactly what I did. When I looked into the window, I saw a man in all gray, pacing. I quickly stepped away from the window and walked back to my dad's car. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary for a while after that.
When I went to a summer camp in late June, I kept having weird dreams about the field house. On the last night I had a dream that I was back at the field house... but this time I was in the field house. I figured that it was directly after the first or second battle of Bull Run. There were Confederate soldiers with blood on them, some were missing limbs. No one paid attention to me, except for one soldier. He had brown eyes and light brown shaggy hair, he also had bloody a scar going across his face. He looked at me and said, "This is only the beginning." I assumed he was from Tennessee from his accent, he grabbed my shoulders and ran through me. I woke up in a cold sweat back at the summer camp. I sat up and read the clock, it said 3 am and everyone was asleep. I laid back down and let out a sigh, It was only a dream I thought. I looked around one more time to see if I had woken anyone up, and the same Confederate soldier that talked to me in my dream was standing next to my bed, looking at me! Before I could scream he put his hand over my mouth. I could smell the gun powder, and he shushed me and told me, "I won't hurt you." I blacked out after that. I didn't eat much that morning... everything smelled like gunpowder.
Not that long after I came home from the summer camp I had another dream. The Confederate soldier kept saying he wouldn't hurt me. He also confirmed that he was from Tennessee. In late July, my parents, two sisters, and I drove down to Florida. We were at a gas station in Tennessee early in the morning, I was walking around the perimeter of the gas station while everyone else was inside going to the bathroom. I was behind the gas station when I felt a rough hand grab my shoulder. I balled up my fist and spun around, trying to punch whoever grabbed my shoulder, but my hand went through air. The same Confederate soldier was smiling and laughing at my reaction. "What do you want?" I hissed at him. He laughed some more, and I couldn't help but smile for a second. He stopped laughing and said, "I want to welcome you to my home... and give you this." He handed me my phone charger, which, I realized, I had left still plugged into my wall, "Thank you." I said, and he laughed some more. My mom started calling my name, and he disappeared. Throughout my entire week in Florida, the soldier would show up and tell me stuff about the Civil War. When my dad, my friend (she and her family had joined us on the trip), and I went into the war museum, we stopped by the Civil War section. I felt a rough hand on my back and I could see a faint outline of the soldier pointing at some pictures and other artifacts from the Confederate army. He was talking, but I couldn't hear him. Finally he pointed to a Confederate uniform and I could lip-read what he said, "That was mine." I almost fainted. After I finally got my SD card back from the Walgreen's where I got my pictures from Washington DC, developed, I went through the pictures on my computer and came across a picture of the Stone House. It looked like a normal picture, except if you look by the fence in the bottom-right, there is a picture of a man crouching and maybe holding a riffle.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
battlefield visitor
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Date: February 12, 2014 08:42AM
First time I had visited Manassas. That was sixteen years ago. My relatives there took me to the Manassas national battlefield park. As I walked over the actual terrain of the battlefield, I felt something under my shoes that held me to step over the ground lightly. I realize that it was that of the fallen who tried to send their message to the living who crossed it. I looked around, nothing but solemn silence.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
ghost pics
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Date: February 13, 2014 12:02PM
Hello, Well my husband and I drove to the Manassas Battlefield to check it out last week. I took a bunch of photos because it was impressive, and for the hope to maybe catch something on film. I came home, looked at the pictures and at first glance nothing caught my eye. But this evening upon looking for the third time I saw something. We looked inside the Henry house that still stands there. It was locked so we just looked in the windows and took pictures from the outside. Look at the bottom two windows carefully. On the left, the lower middle pane you can see the faint image of a face, two eyes and nose defined. On the right, second pane from the bottom left you can see a face also. It almost appears to be a female face smiling.
AND COULD THIS BE A REAL GHOSTS FACE PEERING OUT ALSO? THIRD WINDOW PANE DOWN ABOVE THE BOYS HEAD? MANY OF OUR VISITORS THINK SO!
According to http://womenshistory.about.com/library/pic/bl_p_judith_henry_house.htm: "Judith Carter Henry, 84 or 85 years old and bedridden, refused to leave her upstairs bedroom as the First Battle of Bull Run was fought on the hill surrounding her home. Snipers used the house; Judith Henry was killed by a bullet meant for the snipers. She was the first civilian killed at First Bull Run, July 21, 1861." And according to further reading there was also a Union soldier killed inside the house.
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AND COULD THIS BE A REAL GHOSTS FACE PEERING OUT ALSO? THIRD WINDOW PANE DOWN ABOVE THE BOYS HEAD? MANY OF OUR VISITORS THINK SO!
According to http://womenshistory.about.com/library/pic/bl_p_judith_henry_house.htm: "Judith Carter Henry, 84 or 85 years old and bedridden, refused to leave her upstairs bedroom as the First Battle of Bull Run was fought on the hill surrounding her home. Snipers used the house; Judith Henry was killed by a bullet meant for the snipers. She was the first civilian killed at First Bull Run, July 21, 1861." And according to further reading there was also a Union soldier killed inside the house.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Peanuts
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Date: February 13, 2014 08:30PM
The two stone houses in the photos are two different stone houses. They are different sizes and have different colored doors.
And no, I don't see anything ghostly in those windows.
And no, I don't see anything ghostly in those windows.
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chuckhoffmann
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Date: February 14, 2014 05:54AM
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 04/23/2014 08:43AM by chuckhoffmann.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 04/23/2014 08:43AM by chuckhoffmann.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
again debbie does dallas fan
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Date: February 14, 2014 02:08PM
a zombie in tatters was sighted by many early in the morning before sunrise, carrying a bag of justice denied
limping down a road many mc mansions were popping up
on the passing of thanksgiving day, 2013
limping down a road many mc mansions were popping up
on the passing of thanksgiving day, 2013
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
GhLCx
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Date: February 14, 2014 03:48PM
again debbie does dallas fan Wrote:
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> a zombie in tatters was sighted by many early in
> the morning before sunrise, carrying a bag of
> justice denied
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> limping down a road many mc mansions were popping
> up
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> on the passing of thanksgiving day, 2013
Hi Svestle, your medication run out again?
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> a zombie in tatters was sighted by many early in
> the morning before sunrise, carrying a bag of
> justice denied
>
> limping down a road many mc mansions were popping
> up
>
> on the passing of thanksgiving day, 2013
Hi Svestle, your medication run out again?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
CSA 11B
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Date: February 15, 2014 10:27AM
There are stories of a ghost, maybe female, at the Stone House, though I haven't seen it while at work there for the last few years. I did get a really weird vibe down in the basement, which was packed with wounded and dying soldiers of both battles. Out its closed to the public, sorry. Longstreet's wing decimated the Yankees there by New York ave, above Youngs branch, sad. Them yanks really fought but got smashed by numbers. They were shot down en mass in three stream valley as they tried to run back to the Chinn farm and shelter. Be aware that there are shooting ranges within ear shot of the battlefield.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Manassas Battlefield Ghosts
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Date: February 15, 2014 05:09PM
CSA 11B Wrote:
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> There are stories of a ghost, maybe female, at the
> Stone House, though I haven't seen it while at
> work there for the last few years. I did get a
> really weird vibe down in the basement, which was
> packed with wounded and dying soldiers of both
> battles. Out its closed to the public, sorry.
> Longstreet's wing decimated the Yankees there by
> New York ave, above Youngs branch, sad. Them yanks
> really fought but got smashed by numbers. They
> were shot down en mass in three stream valley as
> they tried to run back to the Chinn farm and
> shelter. Be aware that there are shooting ranges
> within ear shot of the battlefield.
Yep, that's right where we heard the sounds. The shooting sounds were different that modern gun shots (I own and fire several different types of handguns and rifles). The weird thing is, they sound like they are in front of you facing in the direction of 66 but are only about 100 feet.
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> There are stories of a ghost, maybe female, at the
> Stone House, though I haven't seen it while at
> work there for the last few years. I did get a
> really weird vibe down in the basement, which was
> packed with wounded and dying soldiers of both
> battles. Out its closed to the public, sorry.
> Longstreet's wing decimated the Yankees there by
> New York ave, above Youngs branch, sad. Them yanks
> really fought but got smashed by numbers. They
> were shot down en mass in three stream valley as
> they tried to run back to the Chinn farm and
> shelter. Be aware that there are shooting ranges
> within ear shot of the battlefield.
Yep, that's right where we heard the sounds. The shooting sounds were different that modern gun shots (I own and fire several different types of handguns and rifles). The weird thing is, they sound like they are in front of you facing in the direction of 66 but are only about 100 feet.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
????
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Date: February 16, 2014 10:49AM
CSA 11B Wrote:
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> Be aware that there are shooting ranges
> within ear shot of the battlefield.
Where is there a shooting range near the battlefield?
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> Be aware that there are shooting ranges
> within ear shot of the battlefield.
Where is there a shooting range near the battlefield?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
No shooting range
()
Date: February 16, 2014 10:59AM
???? Wrote:
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> CSA 11B Wrote:
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> > Be aware that there are shooting ranges
> > within ear shot of the battlefield.
>
> Where is there a shooting range near the
> battlefield?
There's no shooting range anywhere near the Battlefield.
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> CSA 11B Wrote:
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> > Be aware that there are shooting ranges
> > within ear shot of the battlefield.
>
> Where is there a shooting range near the
> battlefield?
There's no shooting range anywhere near the Battlefield.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
GBW
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Date: February 16, 2014 01:03PM
No shooting range Wrote:
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> > CSA 11B Wrote:
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> > > Be aware that there are shooting ranges
> > > within ear shot of the battlefield.
> >
> > Where is there a shooting range near the
> > battlefield?
>
> There's no shooting range anywhere near the
> Battlefield.
Could they be hearing the shotgun ranges at Bull Run? He did say "within ear shot". I live near Fair Lakes and can here them most Saturdays when the weather is good. I would guess it is about the same distance as the battlefield is from Bull Run.
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> > -----
> > > Be aware that there are shooting ranges
> > > within ear shot of the battlefield.
> >
> > Where is there a shooting range near the
> > battlefield?
>
> There's no shooting range anywhere near the
> Battlefield.
Could they be hearing the shotgun ranges at Bull Run? He did say "within ear shot". I live near Fair Lakes and can here them most Saturdays when the weather is good. I would guess it is about the same distance as the battlefield is from Bull Run.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
CSA11B
()
Date: February 16, 2014 08:29PM
GBW Wrote:
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> No shooting range Wrote:
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> > > CSA 11B Wrote:
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> > > > Be aware that there are shooting ranges
> > > > within ear shot of the battlefield.
> > >
> > > Where is there a shooting range near the
> > > battlefield?
> >
> > There's no shooting range anywhere near the
> > Battlefield.
>
>
> Could they be hearing the shotgun ranges at Bull
> Run? He did say "within ear shot". I live near
> Fair Lakes and can here them most Saturdays when
> the weather is good. I would guess it is about
> the same distance as the battlefield is from Bull
> Run.
Yup, that's it. I forget which club is also near enough to hear sometimes too. We sometimes hear charges set off at the quarry. Also, if you are there during the warm months, you could be hearing the infantry display our interpretive rangers do up on Henry Hill...our it could be the ghosts of some poor yank that got smoked up on that ridge. There was fiercer fighting in Groveton village too, with Confederate soldiers shooting yanks from the houses. The yanks were firing artillery towards Groveton from the middle of the road near where the Confederate cemetery is today, there was a very broad firefight along Groveton road and the ridge top, lots of casualties besides the NY boys...
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> > -----
> > > CSA 11B Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > Be aware that there are shooting ranges
> > > > within ear shot of the battlefield.
> > >
> > > Where is there a shooting range near the
> > > battlefield?
> >
> > There's no shooting range anywhere near the
> > Battlefield.
>
>
> Could they be hearing the shotgun ranges at Bull
> Run? He did say "within ear shot". I live near
> Fair Lakes and can here them most Saturdays when
> the weather is good. I would guess it is about
> the same distance as the battlefield is from Bull
> Run.
Yup, that's it. I forget which club is also near enough to hear sometimes too. We sometimes hear charges set off at the quarry. Also, if you are there during the warm months, you could be hearing the infantry display our interpretive rangers do up on Henry Hill...our it could be the ghosts of some poor yank that got smoked up on that ridge. There was fiercer fighting in Groveton village too, with Confederate soldiers shooting yanks from the houses. The yanks were firing artillery towards Groveton from the middle of the road near where the Confederate cemetery is today, there was a very broad firefight along Groveton road and the ridge top, lots of casualties besides the NY boys...
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
UyPmn
()
Date: February 16, 2014 08:53PM
In the war between the states, the North and South met up twice in what is known as the battles of Bull Run. June 1861 and again in August 1862. Around 24,000 men died in those two conflicts. I think some of them still think it's still going on.
In April 1964 me and two of my friends went camping up on a wooded area of the park. My oldest sister owned a house not more then a 1/2 mile from the park. It was Easter break from school and we had four days of camping and hiking to do. She picked us up and took us back to her house. We told her about where we were headed and off we went. We went about a mile or so and found the spot we wanted for the night. It was up on a small rolling hill and had a wonderful view of the area.
We set up the tent and got the campfire going. After we cooked our food it started to rain so in the tent we headed. As a bunch of 12 year old boys would do we started talking about the girls at school and what ever else 12 year olds talked about. Not once did the subject of ghost come up. We all started to dose off when we heard what sounded like Jug band music. By this I mean someone blowing on a jug and playing a harmonica. I had never heard the tune they were playing but it was foot tapping. You could hear men talking and clapping along with the music.
We at first thought some other group of people had camped close to us. We got out of the tent and could see a campfire down the hill from us about 100 or so feet. There seem to be about 10 or more people that we could see around the campfire. They were glowing blue in color. That might have been from the flames of the fire. You could see what looked like rifles, some had crossed in their arms. As we were looking down the hill everything went dark. There was no campfire or music or people in blue.
I think we all felt fear at the same time. We started running as fast and hard as we could. We took nothing with us. We ran the wrong way hitting trees and each other and when we did get back to my sisters house we all were shaking in her hallway next to her bedroom.
After the sun came up we went to get our stuff. We decided to go down the hill to see about the campfire and people we had seen just hours before. The underbrush was too much to have had a camp there and we could not find any traces of a campfire.
We stayed at my sisters house the rest of the time, and went hiking only. No more camping for that trip.
I had never been so frightened in my life, but could not have asked for a better camping trip. What an adventure that was.
I have not seen my friends in twenty or more years as we all went different ways and I no longer live in Virginia but the last time I saw one of them was around 1986, the camping trip was brought up and relived once again.
I still wonder if they were Northern or Southern troops and if they were reliving a happy night before their last battle.
Whatever it was, it sure got me thinking about ghosts and wanting to find out more.
In April 1964 me and two of my friends went camping up on a wooded area of the park. My oldest sister owned a house not more then a 1/2 mile from the park. It was Easter break from school and we had four days of camping and hiking to do. She picked us up and took us back to her house. We told her about where we were headed and off we went. We went about a mile or so and found the spot we wanted for the night. It was up on a small rolling hill and had a wonderful view of the area.
We set up the tent and got the campfire going. After we cooked our food it started to rain so in the tent we headed. As a bunch of 12 year old boys would do we started talking about the girls at school and what ever else 12 year olds talked about. Not once did the subject of ghost come up. We all started to dose off when we heard what sounded like Jug band music. By this I mean someone blowing on a jug and playing a harmonica. I had never heard the tune they were playing but it was foot tapping. You could hear men talking and clapping along with the music.
We at first thought some other group of people had camped close to us. We got out of the tent and could see a campfire down the hill from us about 100 or so feet. There seem to be about 10 or more people that we could see around the campfire. They were glowing blue in color. That might have been from the flames of the fire. You could see what looked like rifles, some had crossed in their arms. As we were looking down the hill everything went dark. There was no campfire or music or people in blue.
I think we all felt fear at the same time. We started running as fast and hard as we could. We took nothing with us. We ran the wrong way hitting trees and each other and when we did get back to my sisters house we all were shaking in her hallway next to her bedroom.
After the sun came up we went to get our stuff. We decided to go down the hill to see about the campfire and people we had seen just hours before. The underbrush was too much to have had a camp there and we could not find any traces of a campfire.
We stayed at my sisters house the rest of the time, and went hiking only. No more camping for that trip.
I had never been so frightened in my life, but could not have asked for a better camping trip. What an adventure that was.
I have not seen my friends in twenty or more years as we all went different ways and I no longer live in Virginia but the last time I saw one of them was around 1986, the camping trip was brought up and relived once again.
I still wonder if they were Northern or Southern troops and if they were reliving a happy night before their last battle.
Whatever it was, it sure got me thinking about ghosts and wanting to find out more.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
white orchids
()
Date: February 16, 2014 08:55PM
My life is that of a Buddhist nun, sometimes called an ani. I live near the Manassas Battlefields in Virginia, and I've frequently gone there to pray for the lives that were lost so tragically. The battlefields cover many miles, and some of the bloodiest battles of the US Civil War were fought in that area. Many Buddhists believe that praying for the dead can help them, especially if they died in confusion or misery. I wanted to help anyone trapped there if I could.
A couple of years ago I went to the battlefields as usual and did my prayers. This time I chose a new site, the location of a mass grave of unknown Union and Confederate soldiers. I thought how horrible it was that these young people died and were buried, without their families ever knowing conclusively what happened.
When I returned home that day, my television set turned itself on and off, twice. It has never done that before, or since. I prayed again, and asked forgiveness from any spirit I may have brought home with me.
I haven't been back there since. I've always heard that the intent of the prayers is what matters, not the faith. But I think maybe I offended a spirit out there, because when my tv turned itself on and off, I felt my hair stand on end and an awful feeling in my stomach.
A couple of years ago I went to the battlefields as usual and did my prayers. This time I chose a new site, the location of a mass grave of unknown Union and Confederate soldiers. I thought how horrible it was that these young people died and were buried, without their families ever knowing conclusively what happened.
When I returned home that day, my television set turned itself on and off, twice. It has never done that before, or since. I prayed again, and asked forgiveness from any spirit I may have brought home with me.
I haven't been back there since. I've always heard that the intent of the prayers is what matters, not the faith. But I think maybe I offended a spirit out there, because when my tv turned itself on and off, I felt my hair stand on end and an awful feeling in my stomach.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
front royal ghost?
()
Date: February 18, 2014 08:57AM
When my husband and I purchased a house on Washington Avenue in Front Royal our plan was to fix it up and rent it. My two girls were little at the time and both refused to go in this house. It scared them. I was in there one day cleaning upstairs and had a tremendous sense of someone wanting to push me down the steep stairs. I turned around and said aloud don't even think about it. I found out later a man had hanged himself upstairs in the attic.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
tyler civil war ghosts
()
Date: February 18, 2014 09:08AM
UyPmn Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> In the war between the states, the North and South
> met up twice in what is known as the battles of
> Bull Run. June 1861 and again in August 1862.
> Around 24,000 men died in those two conflicts. I
> think some of them still think it's still going
> on.
>
> In April 1964 me and two of my friends went
> camping up on a wooded area of the park. My oldest
> sister owned a house not more then a 1/2 mile from
> the park. It was Easter break from school and we
> had four days of camping and hiking to do. She
> picked us up and took us back to her house. We
> told her about where we were headed and off we
> went. We went about a mile or so and found the
> spot we wanted for the night. It was up on a small
> rolling hill and had a wonderful view of the area.
>
>
> We set up the tent and got the campfire going.
> After we cooked our food it started to rain so in
> the tent we headed. As a bunch of 12 year old boys
> would do we started talking about the girls at
> school and what ever else 12 year olds talked
> about. Not once did the subject of ghost come up.
> We all started to dose off when we heard what
> sounded like Jug band music. By this I mean
> someone blowing on a jug and playing a harmonica.
> I had never heard the tune they were playing but
> it was foot tapping. You could hear men talking
> and clapping along with the music.
> We at first thought some other group of people had
> camped close to us. We got out of the tent and
> could see a campfire down the hill from us about
> 100 or so feet. There seem to be about 10 or more
> people that we could see around the campfire. They
> were glowing blue in color. That might have been
> from the flames of the fire. You could see what
> looked like rifles, some had crossed in their
> arms. As we were looking down the hill everything
> went dark. There was no campfire or music or
> people in blue.
> I think we all felt fear at the same time. We
> started running as fast and hard as we could. We
> took nothing with us. We ran the wrong way hitting
> trees and each other and when we did get back to
> my sisters house we all were shaking in her
> hallway next to her bedroom.
>
> After the sun came up we went to get our stuff. We
> decided to go down the hill to see about the
> campfire and people we had seen just hours before.
> The underbrush was too much to have had a camp
> there and we could not find any traces of a
> campfire.
>
> We stayed at my sisters house the rest of the
> time, and went hiking only. No more camping for
> that trip.
>
> I had never been so frightened in my life, but
> could not have asked for a better camping trip.
> What an adventure that was.
>
> I have not seen my friends in twenty or more years
> as we all went different ways and I no longer live
> in Virginia but the last time I saw one of them
> was around 1986, the camping trip was brought up
> and relived once again.
>
> I still wonder if they were Northern or Southern
> troops and if they were reliving a happy night
> before their last battle.
>
> Whatever it was, it sure got me thinking about
> ghosts and wanting to find out more.
Well one night my uncle, a friend, and I went riding. We went down the old Civil War battlefield.
We parked down by the trail to the bridge and cut the truck off. The electric mirrors started turning,
no one was touching the switch. Then when they stopped we saw two red eyes in the woods. We got out and
nothing. Ran off and there was nothing there but there was a cross hanging in a tree.
We started to walk down the trail. You could hear people talking and people walking . Then we could
see a shadow walking on the bridge; we turned around to go home and we all could feel someone pushing
us. When we got in the truck we could see yellow light moving around in the woods then just went out
so we left.
-------------------------------------------------------
> In the war between the states, the North and South
> met up twice in what is known as the battles of
> Bull Run. June 1861 and again in August 1862.
> Around 24,000 men died in those two conflicts. I
> think some of them still think it's still going
> on.
>
> In April 1964 me and two of my friends went
> camping up on a wooded area of the park. My oldest
> sister owned a house not more then a 1/2 mile from
> the park. It was Easter break from school and we
> had four days of camping and hiking to do. She
> picked us up and took us back to her house. We
> told her about where we were headed and off we
> went. We went about a mile or so and found the
> spot we wanted for the night. It was up on a small
> rolling hill and had a wonderful view of the area.
>
>
> We set up the tent and got the campfire going.
> After we cooked our food it started to rain so in
> the tent we headed. As a bunch of 12 year old boys
> would do we started talking about the girls at
> school and what ever else 12 year olds talked
> about. Not once did the subject of ghost come up.
> We all started to dose off when we heard what
> sounded like Jug band music. By this I mean
> someone blowing on a jug and playing a harmonica.
> I had never heard the tune they were playing but
> it was foot tapping. You could hear men talking
> and clapping along with the music.
> We at first thought some other group of people had
> camped close to us. We got out of the tent and
> could see a campfire down the hill from us about
> 100 or so feet. There seem to be about 10 or more
> people that we could see around the campfire. They
> were glowing blue in color. That might have been
> from the flames of the fire. You could see what
> looked like rifles, some had crossed in their
> arms. As we were looking down the hill everything
> went dark. There was no campfire or music or
> people in blue.
> I think we all felt fear at the same time. We
> started running as fast and hard as we could. We
> took nothing with us. We ran the wrong way hitting
> trees and each other and when we did get back to
> my sisters house we all were shaking in her
> hallway next to her bedroom.
>
> After the sun came up we went to get our stuff. We
> decided to go down the hill to see about the
> campfire and people we had seen just hours before.
> The underbrush was too much to have had a camp
> there and we could not find any traces of a
> campfire.
>
> We stayed at my sisters house the rest of the
> time, and went hiking only. No more camping for
> that trip.
>
> I had never been so frightened in my life, but
> could not have asked for a better camping trip.
> What an adventure that was.
>
> I have not seen my friends in twenty or more years
> as we all went different ways and I no longer live
> in Virginia but the last time I saw one of them
> was around 1986, the camping trip was brought up
> and relived once again.
>
> I still wonder if they were Northern or Southern
> troops and if they were reliving a happy night
> before their last battle.
>
> Whatever it was, it sure got me thinking about
> ghosts and wanting to find out more.
Well one night my uncle, a friend, and I went riding. We went down the old Civil War battlefield.
We parked down by the trail to the bridge and cut the truck off. The electric mirrors started turning,
no one was touching the switch. Then when they stopped we saw two red eyes in the woods. We got out and
nothing. Ran off and there was nothing there but there was a cross hanging in a tree.
We started to walk down the trail. You could hear people talking and people walking . Then we could
see a shadow walking on the bridge; we turned around to go home and we all could feel someone pushing
us. When we got in the truck we could see yellow light moving around in the woods then just went out
so we left.
Olde Town Inn Hotel- they say there is a ghost named Miss Lucy who haunts rooms # 50 to 54. It is said that she sometimes holds people a few inches in the air over their bed, moves things in the room, turns on water faucets or turns off lights. They say s
Posted by:
Olde Town Inn Hotel
()
Date: February 18, 2014 09:13AM
At the Olde Town Inn Hotel in manassas they say there is a ghost named Miss Lucy who haunts rooms # 50 to 54. It is said that she sometimes holds people a few inches in the air over their bed, moves things in the room, turns on water faucets or turns off lights. They say she loves to play pranks on whomever sleeps in one of those rooms. Before the place had its reputation for being haunted my kids and i stayed in room 54 ..the only thing that happened to us was the lights kept going off and on periodically, and the kids ( they were all under 5 at the time).. would say they saw someone briefly and then the 'someone ' disappeared...also you got this strange feeling that you were being watched.)
Whether that was Miss Lucy or not i have no clue....but it was kinda cool staying there...lol.
Whether that was Miss Lucy or not i have no clue....but it was kinda cool staying there...lol.
Manassas Battlefield Unfinished Railroad - Ghosts?
Posted by:
does anyone know?
()
Date: February 18, 2014 09:15AM
During the Civil war Robert E. Lee ordered the construction of a railroad that he could use more efficiently to transport supplies to Bull Run for his army. The workers were massacred and the railroad was never finished. They say that people have heard strange noises including banshee yells, and sometimes just murmurs. Voices have been heard in the woods bordering the paths, too.
Has anyone else heard these stories or gone out there?
Has anyone else heard these stories or gone out there?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost man in VA hospital
()
Date: February 18, 2014 09:37AM
So I work in a nursing home, and due to HIPAA regulations, I will not include names or my location. We have a "ghost" man that is seen during periods of death. What I mean by periods of death is usually we have residents die in sets of 3, 6, 9, and occasionally 12. It's unfortunate and scary, but when our resident "angel of death" that we refer to as "the man in the brown suit" is seen, I can't help but get an extremely uneasy feeling.
Sometimes he is seen by the person whom passes, but usually he is seen by persons whom do not. He is always described as a male, with white hair, wearing a brown suit, hat, and tie. The residents that see him are very frightened.
Normally, he simply passes by their room and looks at them. Occasionally, it has been reported he comes out of the closet, or through the wall, or simply been sitting in a chair in their room. Once, he asked a resident what the time was. Another time a blind woman described him in detail. I would not have believed it, had I not already heard the stories.
He is seen during all hours of the day, but more often at night; however, every time he is reported as being seen, someone passes away. Nurses and CNA's have seen him as well, like walk into a room, but then he is gone when they investigate. I personally have seen a shadow in the corner of my eye, but it disappears when I turn to look. For that I am thankful because I do not want to see him... I would probably quit.
I just wonder who he is and what he wants? It's creepy. Could he really be taking people to the other side? I'm not sure if it is him or not, but sometimes call lights will go off by themselves and once a bed started raising while I was changing a resident without me pushing the button. Perhaps it is more than one ghost.
Sometimes he is seen by the person whom passes, but usually he is seen by persons whom do not. He is always described as a male, with white hair, wearing a brown suit, hat, and tie. The residents that see him are very frightened.
Normally, he simply passes by their room and looks at them. Occasionally, it has been reported he comes out of the closet, or through the wall, or simply been sitting in a chair in their room. Once, he asked a resident what the time was. Another time a blind woman described him in detail. I would not have believed it, had I not already heard the stories.
He is seen during all hours of the day, but more often at night; however, every time he is reported as being seen, someone passes away. Nurses and CNA's have seen him as well, like walk into a room, but then he is gone when they investigate. I personally have seen a shadow in the corner of my eye, but it disappears when I turn to look. For that I am thankful because I do not want to see him... I would probably quit.
I just wonder who he is and what he wants? It's creepy. Could he really be taking people to the other side? I'm not sure if it is him or not, but sometimes call lights will go off by themselves and once a bed started raising while I was changing a resident without me pushing the button. Perhaps it is more than one ghost.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
YikesFC
()
Date: February 18, 2014 01:17PM
This just happened last week, although we've suspected we have some spirits around for the past few years. A few nights back, I was rocking our baby before bed. All of a sudden I heard the baby's name repeated three times in a whisper. I thought perhaps it was my husband talking over the monitor, but when I walked out, he was on the main level of the house and our monitor was in our bedroom. I hadn't mentioned anything to him and ran upstairs to grab the monitor. When I came back down, I told him I thought he'd had the monitor this whole time. About 15 minutes later, he took a peek in the monitor and saw something in the crib with our baby. The baby was holding some solid item. He went upstairs and there was a toothbrush in her hand! We weren't exactly worried, because it wasn't like a toothbrush is particularly harmful unlike maybe a blanket or some other strangle-prone object. When he came back downstairs, I told him what I had heard earlier.
Throughout the whole night, the baby would wake up crying. The only thing the baby wanted was out of the crib (very unusual). At one point, I asked my grandma, who passed on 10 years ago, to watch over the baby. At that moment, the baby stopped crying and slept through the night. In the morning, I went upstairs and told whatever it was that it was welcome to stay with us, but it had to leave the baby alone. We haven't had an issue the past few days.
It's not really scary, but it is very weird. I've always felt my grandma's presence with me, so I feel we are all safe and she wouldn't let anyone/anything harm us. But, it's still unsettling.
Throughout the whole night, the baby would wake up crying. The only thing the baby wanted was out of the crib (very unusual). At one point, I asked my grandma, who passed on 10 years ago, to watch over the baby. At that moment, the baby stopped crying and slept through the night. In the morning, I went upstairs and told whatever it was that it was welcome to stay with us, but it had to leave the baby alone. We haven't had an issue the past few days.
It's not really scary, but it is very weird. I've always felt my grandma's presence with me, so I feel we are all safe and she wouldn't let anyone/anything harm us. But, it's still unsettling.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
CEYdk
()
Date: February 18, 2014 03:52PM
Ghost man in VA hospital Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> So I work in a nursing home, and due to HIPAA
> regulations, I will not include names or my
> location. We have a "ghost" man that is seen
> during periods of death. What I mean by periods of
> death is usually we have residents die in sets of
> 3, 6, 9, and occasionally 12. It's unfortunate and
> scary, but when our resident "angel of death" that
> we refer to as "the man in the brown suit" is
> seen, I can't help but get an extremely uneasy
> feeling.
>
> Sometimes he is seen by the person whom passes,
> but usually he is seen by persons whom do not. He
> is always described as a male, with white hair,
> wearing a brown suit, hat, and tie. The residents
> that see him are very frightened.
>
> Normally, he simply passes by their room and looks
> at them. Occasionally, it has been reported he
> comes out of the closet, or through the wall, or
> simply been sitting in a chair in their room.
> Once, he asked a resident what the time was.
> Another time a blind woman described him in
> detail. I would not have believed it, had I not
> already heard the stories.
>
> He is seen during all hours of the day, but more
> often at night; however, every time he is reported
> as being seen, someone passes away. Nurses and
> CNA's have seen him as well, like walk into a
> room, but then he is gone when they investigate. I
> personally have seen a shadow in the corner of my
> eye, but it disappears when I turn to look. For
> that I am thankful because I do not want to see
> him... I would probably quit.
>
> I just wonder who he is and what he wants? It's
> creepy. Could he really be taking people to the
> other side? I'm not sure if it is him or not, but
> sometimes call lights will go off by themselves
> and once a bed started raising while I was
> changing a resident without me pushing the button.
> Perhaps it is more than one ghost.
I don't know if this is related, but your story sounded a bit familiar to me. And then I recalled both of my older sisters (both retired RNs) had told me similar stories about the hospitals where they had worked. The one (they're twins so it can get confusing) had worked in a VA hospital, and she said many claimed to see a 'visitor' at odd hours, right before someone passed. The other had worked at a Catholic hospital, and there it was an old nun in full habit that would pass through. Could these be angels of death? I don't think anyone knows for certain. But, in a strange way, is not the thought comforting? If someone comes for us, when we pass, then no one ever really dies alone. We tend to think of death as something to be feared and fought against. But what about when the pain and quality of life outweigh what joy a body has? Would death not be welcomed then? And perhaps, they only come for those who are ready to go. Who knows?
-------------------------------------------------------
> So I work in a nursing home, and due to HIPAA
> regulations, I will not include names or my
> location. We have a "ghost" man that is seen
> during periods of death. What I mean by periods of
> death is usually we have residents die in sets of
> 3, 6, 9, and occasionally 12. It's unfortunate and
> scary, but when our resident "angel of death" that
> we refer to as "the man in the brown suit" is
> seen, I can't help but get an extremely uneasy
> feeling.
>
> Sometimes he is seen by the person whom passes,
> but usually he is seen by persons whom do not. He
> is always described as a male, with white hair,
> wearing a brown suit, hat, and tie. The residents
> that see him are very frightened.
>
> Normally, he simply passes by their room and looks
> at them. Occasionally, it has been reported he
> comes out of the closet, or through the wall, or
> simply been sitting in a chair in their room.
> Once, he asked a resident what the time was.
> Another time a blind woman described him in
> detail. I would not have believed it, had I not
> already heard the stories.
>
> He is seen during all hours of the day, but more
> often at night; however, every time he is reported
> as being seen, someone passes away. Nurses and
> CNA's have seen him as well, like walk into a
> room, but then he is gone when they investigate. I
> personally have seen a shadow in the corner of my
> eye, but it disappears when I turn to look. For
> that I am thankful because I do not want to see
> him... I would probably quit.
>
> I just wonder who he is and what he wants? It's
> creepy. Could he really be taking people to the
> other side? I'm not sure if it is him or not, but
> sometimes call lights will go off by themselves
> and once a bed started raising while I was
> changing a resident without me pushing the button.
> Perhaps it is more than one ghost.
I don't know if this is related, but your story sounded a bit familiar to me. And then I recalled both of my older sisters (both retired RNs) had told me similar stories about the hospitals where they had worked. The one (they're twins so it can get confusing) had worked in a VA hospital, and she said many claimed to see a 'visitor' at odd hours, right before someone passed. The other had worked at a Catholic hospital, and there it was an old nun in full habit that would pass through. Could these be angels of death? I don't think anyone knows for certain. But, in a strange way, is not the thought comforting? If someone comes for us, when we pass, then no one ever really dies alone. We tend to think of death as something to be feared and fought against. But what about when the pain and quality of life outweigh what joy a body has? Would death not be welcomed then? And perhaps, they only come for those who are ready to go. Who knows?
Re: Manassas Battlefield Unfinished Railroad - Ghosts?
Posted by:
CSA11B
()
Date: February 18, 2014 04:13PM
Sorry but that story its nothing but a story, regarding the unfinished RR, if y'all want I can fill ya in on the real story...
Re: Manassas Battlefield Unfinished Railroad - Ghosts?
Posted by:
does anyone know?
()
Date: February 19, 2014 07:15AM
CSA11B Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Sorry but that story its nothing but a story,
> regarding the unfinished RR, if y'all want I can
> fill ya in on the real story...
Sure, I'd love to hear it. The floor is yours...!
-------------------------------------------------------
> Sorry but that story its nothing but a story,
> regarding the unfinished RR, if y'all want I can
> fill ya in on the real story...
Sure, I'd love to hear it. The floor is yours...!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
kev
()
Date: February 19, 2014 02:44PM
Cool story. Wonder if workers at other nursing homes have similar experiences. Are you sure your not trying to find patterns (when you talk about people dying in sets)?
Ghost man in VA hospital Wrote:
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> So I work in a nursing home, and due to HIPAA
> regulations, I will not include names or my
> location. We have a "ghost" man that is seen
> during periods of death. What I mean by periods of
> death is usually we have residents die in sets of
> 3, 6, 9, and occasionally 12. It's unfortunate and
> scary, but when our resident "angel of death" that
> we refer to as "the man in the brown suit" is
> seen, I can't help but get an extremely uneasy
> feeling.
>
> Sometimes he is seen by the person whom passes,
> but usually he is seen by persons whom do not. He
> is always described as a male, with white hair,
> wearing a brown suit, hat, and tie. The residents
> that see him are very frightened.
>
> Normally, he simply passes by their room and looks
> at them. Occasionally, it has been reported he
> comes out of the closet, or through the wall, or
> simply been sitting in a chair in their room.
> Once, he asked a resident what the time was.
> Another time a blind woman described him in
> detail. I would not have believed it, had I not
> already heard the stories.
>
> He is seen during all hours of the day, but more
> often at night; however, every time he is reported
> as being seen, someone passes away. Nurses and
> CNA's have seen him as well, like walk into a
> room, but then he is gone when they investigate. I
> personally have seen a shadow in the corner of my
> eye, but it disappears when I turn to look. For
> that I am thankful because I do not want to see
> him... I would probably quit.
>
> I just wonder who he is and what he wants? It's
> creepy. Could he really be taking people to the
> other side? I'm not sure if it is him or not, but
> sometimes call lights will go off by themselves
> and once a bed started raising while I was
> changing a resident without me pushing the button.
> Perhaps it is more than one ghost.
Ghost man in VA hospital Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> So I work in a nursing home, and due to HIPAA
> regulations, I will not include names or my
> location. We have a "ghost" man that is seen
> during periods of death. What I mean by periods of
> death is usually we have residents die in sets of
> 3, 6, 9, and occasionally 12. It's unfortunate and
> scary, but when our resident "angel of death" that
> we refer to as "the man in the brown suit" is
> seen, I can't help but get an extremely uneasy
> feeling.
>
> Sometimes he is seen by the person whom passes,
> but usually he is seen by persons whom do not. He
> is always described as a male, with white hair,
> wearing a brown suit, hat, and tie. The residents
> that see him are very frightened.
>
> Normally, he simply passes by their room and looks
> at them. Occasionally, it has been reported he
> comes out of the closet, or through the wall, or
> simply been sitting in a chair in their room.
> Once, he asked a resident what the time was.
> Another time a blind woman described him in
> detail. I would not have believed it, had I not
> already heard the stories.
>
> He is seen during all hours of the day, but more
> often at night; however, every time he is reported
> as being seen, someone passes away. Nurses and
> CNA's have seen him as well, like walk into a
> room, but then he is gone when they investigate. I
> personally have seen a shadow in the corner of my
> eye, but it disappears when I turn to look. For
> that I am thankful because I do not want to see
> him... I would probably quit.
>
> I just wonder who he is and what he wants? It's
> creepy. Could he really be taking people to the
> other side? I'm not sure if it is him or not, but
> sometimes call lights will go off by themselves
> and once a bed started raising while I was
> changing a resident without me pushing the button.
> Perhaps it is more than one ghost.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost man in VA hospital
()
Date: February 19, 2014 03:26PM
kev Wrote:
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> Cool story. Wonder if workers at other nursing
> homes have similar experiences. Are you sure your
> not trying to find patterns (when you talk about
> people dying in sets)?
>
Realistically, I think the "death comes in threes" thing might be a matter of perception. (Though, ironically, I argued the other side of this question just a couple of days ago.) In other words, whenever two bad things happen close together we wait for a third. Then, when something does eventually happen, we connect it.
I say this because I was remembering several years ago when three very similar actors died, as I recalled, one right after the other. I went back to check my memory before posting about it. Bob Denver (who played Gilligan) died 10/02/05 and Don Adams (Maxwell Smart) died 10/25/05. Don Knotts (Barney Fife), though, didn't die until five months later on 2/24/06. So is that connected or just a coincidence?
A friend of mine has worked there for eleven years, and heard about him when she started, so I'm not sure. The facility is around thirty-five years old. I don't think the people who see him know a death follows his appearance; they are just frightened. I want to clarify though: residents do not always report his appearance before someone passes away; however, any time he is reported being seen, a death follows very shortly after. (Usually within hours.) Thank you for your questions! I would like to know what is going on!
-------------------------------------------------------
> Cool story. Wonder if workers at other nursing
> homes have similar experiences. Are you sure your
> not trying to find patterns (when you talk about
> people dying in sets)?
>
Realistically, I think the "death comes in threes" thing might be a matter of perception. (Though, ironically, I argued the other side of this question just a couple of days ago.) In other words, whenever two bad things happen close together we wait for a third. Then, when something does eventually happen, we connect it.
I say this because I was remembering several years ago when three very similar actors died, as I recalled, one right after the other. I went back to check my memory before posting about it. Bob Denver (who played Gilligan) died 10/02/05 and Don Adams (Maxwell Smart) died 10/25/05. Don Knotts (Barney Fife), though, didn't die until five months later on 2/24/06. So is that connected or just a coincidence?
A friend of mine has worked there for eleven years, and heard about him when she started, so I'm not sure. The facility is around thirty-five years old. I don't think the people who see him know a death follows his appearance; they are just frightened. I want to clarify though: residents do not always report his appearance before someone passes away; however, any time he is reported being seen, a death follows very shortly after. (Usually within hours.) Thank you for your questions! I would like to know what is going on!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
bT9e3
()
Date: February 19, 2014 03:32PM
This reminds me of what the pastor at my great uncle's funeral said.
He said that my great uncle had been sickly, obviously so during services, and had been slowly getting better. The pastor had thought to go over to his house and try to cheer him up a bit as being sick will bring anyone down.
While there, my great uncle asked the pastor to go get them a cup of iced tea each. When the pastor got back to the room with the drinks, my uncle looked right at him and said, "Isn't she pretty?"
When the pastor asked who he was talking about as he could only see my great uncle and himself in the room, my great uncle looked at him and said, "The angel that's come to take me home."
The pastor said right after saying that, my uncle fell out of his chair already deceased.
He said that my great uncle had been sickly, obviously so during services, and had been slowly getting better. The pastor had thought to go over to his house and try to cheer him up a bit as being sick will bring anyone down.
While there, my great uncle asked the pastor to go get them a cup of iced tea each. When the pastor got back to the room with the drinks, my uncle looked right at him and said, "Isn't she pretty?"
When the pastor asked who he was talking about as he could only see my great uncle and himself in the room, my great uncle looked at him and said, "The angel that's come to take me home."
The pastor said right after saying that, my uncle fell out of his chair already deceased.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Valkyrie
()
Date: February 19, 2014 03:58PM
kev Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Cool story. Wonder if workers at other nursing
> homes have similar experiences. Are you sure your
> not trying to find patterns (when you talk about
> people dying in sets)?
>
>
> Ghost man in VA hospital Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > So I work in a nursing home, and due to HIPAA
> > regulations, I will not include names or my
> > location. We have a "ghost" man that is seen
> > during periods of death. What I mean by periods
> of
> > death is usually we have residents die in sets
> of
> > 3, 6, 9, and occasionally 12. It's unfortunate
> and
> > scary, but when our resident "angel of death"
> that
> > we refer to as "the man in the brown suit" is
> > seen, I can't help but get an extremely uneasy
> > feeling.
> >
> > Sometimes he is seen by the person whom passes,
> > but usually he is seen by persons whom do not.
> He
> > is always described as a male, with white hair,
> > wearing a brown suit, hat, and tie. The
> residents
> > that see him are very frightened.
> >
> > Normally, he simply passes by their room and
> looks
> > at them. Occasionally, it has been reported he
> > comes out of the closet, or through the wall,
> or
> > simply been sitting in a chair in their room.
> > Once, he asked a resident what the time was.
> > Another time a blind woman described him in
> > detail. I would not have believed it, had I not
> > already heard the stories.
> >
> > He is seen during all hours of the day, but
> more
> > often at night; however, every time he is
> reported
> > as being seen, someone passes away. Nurses and
> > CNA's have seen him as well, like walk into a
> > room, but then he is gone when they investigate.
> I
> > personally have seen a shadow in the corner of
> my
> > eye, but it disappears when I turn to look. For
> > that I am thankful because I do not want to see
> > him... I would probably quit.
> >
> > I just wonder who he is and what he wants? It's
> > creepy. Could he really be taking people to the
> > other side? I'm not sure if it is him or not,
> but
> > sometimes call lights will go off by themselves
> > and once a bed started raising while I was
> > changing a resident without me pushing the
> button.
> > Perhaps it is more than one ghost.
It isn't just nursing homes. Death/tragedy always seems to come in sets of three. Some people claim that 3 is a mystic number.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Cool story. Wonder if workers at other nursing
> homes have similar experiences. Are you sure your
> not trying to find patterns (when you talk about
> people dying in sets)?
>
>
> Ghost man in VA hospital Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > So I work in a nursing home, and due to HIPAA
> > regulations, I will not include names or my
> > location. We have a "ghost" man that is seen
> > during periods of death. What I mean by periods
> of
> > death is usually we have residents die in sets
> of
> > 3, 6, 9, and occasionally 12. It's unfortunate
> and
> > scary, but when our resident "angel of death"
> that
> > we refer to as "the man in the brown suit" is
> > seen, I can't help but get an extremely uneasy
> > feeling.
> >
> > Sometimes he is seen by the person whom passes,
> > but usually he is seen by persons whom do not.
> He
> > is always described as a male, with white hair,
> > wearing a brown suit, hat, and tie. The
> residents
> > that see him are very frightened.
> >
> > Normally, he simply passes by their room and
> looks
> > at them. Occasionally, it has been reported he
> > comes out of the closet, or through the wall,
> or
> > simply been sitting in a chair in their room.
> > Once, he asked a resident what the time was.
> > Another time a blind woman described him in
> > detail. I would not have believed it, had I not
> > already heard the stories.
> >
> > He is seen during all hours of the day, but
> more
> > often at night; however, every time he is
> reported
> > as being seen, someone passes away. Nurses and
> > CNA's have seen him as well, like walk into a
> > room, but then he is gone when they investigate.
> I
> > personally have seen a shadow in the corner of
> my
> > eye, but it disappears when I turn to look. For
> > that I am thankful because I do not want to see
> > him... I would probably quit.
> >
> > I just wonder who he is and what he wants? It's
> > creepy. Could he really be taking people to the
> > other side? I'm not sure if it is him or not,
> but
> > sometimes call lights will go off by themselves
> > and once a bed started raising while I was
> > changing a resident without me pushing the
> button.
> > Perhaps it is more than one ghost.
It isn't just nursing homes. Death/tragedy always seems to come in sets of three. Some people claim that 3 is a mystic number.
Re: Manassas Battlefield Unfinished Railroad - Ghosts?
Posted by:
CSA11B
()
Date: February 19, 2014 04:24PM
does anyone know? Wrote:
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> CSA11B Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Sorry but that story its nothing but a story,
> > regarding the unfinished RR, if y'all want I
> can
> > fill ya in on the real story...
>
> Sure, I'd love to hear it. The floor is yours...!
Disclaimer, I don't work in interpretation and more info can be found on the parks site...
The remains of the railroad bed that pass through the battlefield are pat of a track that was being laid through the 1850s by a group of investors who wants a more direct route to get cross to market without having to pay the existing railroads fees. I believe it was to go from Culpepper or somewhere (I forget) to Alexandria's port. But they ran out of money just before the war started, never laying ant track on the bed. There are many cuts and fills as well as culverts and bridge abutments still remaining.
-------------------------------------------------------
> CSA11B Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Sorry but that story its nothing but a story,
> > regarding the unfinished RR, if y'all want I
> can
> > fill ya in on the real story...
>
> Sure, I'd love to hear it. The floor is yours...!
Disclaimer, I don't work in interpretation and more info can be found on the parks site...
The remains of the railroad bed that pass through the battlefield are pat of a track that was being laid through the 1850s by a group of investors who wants a more direct route to get cross to market without having to pay the existing railroads fees. I believe it was to go from Culpepper or somewhere (I forget) to Alexandria's port. But they ran out of money just before the war started, never laying ant track on the bed. There are many cuts and fills as well as culverts and bridge abutments still remaining.
Re: Manassas Battlefield Unfinished Railroad - Ghosts?
Posted by:
CSA11B
()
Date: February 19, 2014 04:34PM
CSA11B Wrote:
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> does anyone know? Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > CSA11B Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Sorry but that story its nothing but a story,
> > > regarding the unfinished RR, if y'all want I
> > can
> > > fill ya in on the real story...
> >
> > Sure, I'd love to hear it. The floor is
> yours...!
>
> Disclaimer, I don't work in interpretation and
> more info can be found on the parks site...
> The remains of the railroad bed that pass through
> the battlefield are pat of a track that was being
> laid through the 1850s by a group of investors who
> wants a more direct route to get cross to market
> without having to pay the existing railroads fees.
> I believe it was to go from Culpepper or somewhere
> (I forget) to Alexandria's port. But they ran out
> of money just before the war started, never laying
> ant track on the bed. There are many cuts and
> fills as well as culverts and bridge abutments
> still remaining.
Pt.2
So as far as the unfinished railroad is concerned within the park boundary, General Jackson used its cuts and fills as a ready made fortification when he his his soldiers behind it. He engaged passing Yankee troops at the Brawner farm and the battle lasted three days, with very fierce combat between the armies along the railroad grade. Hoo visit the Second Manassas battlefield and hike the unfinished railroad, its a haunting place where thousands were wounded and killed in brutal combat.
-------------------------------------------------------
> does anyone know? Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > CSA11B Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Sorry but that story its nothing but a story,
> > > regarding the unfinished RR, if y'all want I
> > can
> > > fill ya in on the real story...
> >
> > Sure, I'd love to hear it. The floor is
> yours...!
>
> Disclaimer, I don't work in interpretation and
> more info can be found on the parks site...
> The remains of the railroad bed that pass through
> the battlefield are pat of a track that was being
> laid through the 1850s by a group of investors who
> wants a more direct route to get cross to market
> without having to pay the existing railroads fees.
> I believe it was to go from Culpepper or somewhere
> (I forget) to Alexandria's port. But they ran out
> of money just before the war started, never laying
> ant track on the bed. There are many cuts and
> fills as well as culverts and bridge abutments
> still remaining.
Pt.2
So as far as the unfinished railroad is concerned within the park boundary, General Jackson used its cuts and fills as a ready made fortification when he his his soldiers behind it. He engaged passing Yankee troops at the Brawner farm and the battle lasted three days, with very fierce combat between the armies along the railroad grade. Hoo visit the Second Manassas battlefield and hike the unfinished railroad, its a haunting place where thousands were wounded and killed in brutal combat.
Re: Manassas Battlefield Unfinished Railroad - Ghosts?
Posted by:
CSA 11B
()
Date: February 19, 2014 04:37PM
Sorry all for the word butchery, my phone is possessed!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Not me
()
Date: February 19, 2014 09:44PM
The woods on Braddock road near union mill. Haunted for many years. Even the homeless will not camp in them.
Re: Manassas Battlefield Unfinished Railroad - Ghosts?
Posted by:
History Buff
()
Date: February 20, 2014 06:37AM
CSA11B Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> CSA11B Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > does anyone know? Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > CSA11B Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > Sorry but that story its nothing but a
> story,
> > > > regarding the unfinished RR, if y'all want
> I
> > > can
> > > > fill ya in on the real story...
> > >
> > > Sure, I'd love to hear it. The floor is
> > yours...!
> >
> > Disclaimer, I don't work in interpretation and
> > more info can be found on the parks site...
> > The remains of the railroad bed that pass
> through
> > the battlefield are pat of a track that was
> being
> > laid through the 1850s by a group of investors
> who
> > wants a more direct route to get cross to
> market
> > without having to pay the existing railroads
> fees.
> > I believe it was to go from Culpepper or
> somewhere
> > (I forget) to Alexandria's port. But they ran
> out
> > of money just before the war started, never
> laying
> > ant track on the bed. There are many cuts and
> > fills as well as culverts and bridge abutments
> > still remaining.
>
> Pt.2
> So as far as the unfinished railroad is concerned
> within the park boundary, General Jackson used its
> cuts and fills as a ready made fortification when
> he his his soldiers behind it. He engaged passing
> Yankee troops at the Brawner farm and the battle
> lasted three days, with very fierce combat
> between the armies along the railroad grade. Hoo
> visit the Second Manassas battlefield and hike the
> unfinished railroad, its a haunting place where
> thousands were wounded and killed in brutal
> combat.
Very Interesting, I didn't know that!
-------------------------------------------------------
> CSA11B Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > does anyone know? Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > CSA11B Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > Sorry but that story its nothing but a
> story,
> > > > regarding the unfinished RR, if y'all want
> I
> > > can
> > > > fill ya in on the real story...
> > >
> > > Sure, I'd love to hear it. The floor is
> > yours...!
> >
> > Disclaimer, I don't work in interpretation and
> > more info can be found on the parks site...
> > The remains of the railroad bed that pass
> through
> > the battlefield are pat of a track that was
> being
> > laid through the 1850s by a group of investors
> who
> > wants a more direct route to get cross to
> market
> > without having to pay the existing railroads
> fees.
> > I believe it was to go from Culpepper or
> somewhere
> > (I forget) to Alexandria's port. But they ran
> out
> > of money just before the war started, never
> laying
> > ant track on the bed. There are many cuts and
> > fills as well as culverts and bridge abutments
> > still remaining.
>
> Pt.2
> So as far as the unfinished railroad is concerned
> within the park boundary, General Jackson used its
> cuts and fills as a ready made fortification when
> he his his soldiers behind it. He engaged passing
> Yankee troops at the Brawner farm and the battle
> lasted three days, with very fierce combat
> between the armies along the railroad grade. Hoo
> visit the Second Manassas battlefield and hike the
> unfinished railroad, its a haunting place where
> thousands were wounded and killed in brutal
> combat.
Very Interesting, I didn't know that!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
History Buff
()
Date: February 20, 2014 06:37AM
Not me Wrote:
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> The woods on Braddock road near union mill.
> Haunted for many years. Even the homeless will not
> camp in them.
Not surprising, I did some research and found this:
http://www.connectionnewspapers.com/news/2003/jan/29/when-union-mills-stood-prominent/
In 1861, Union Mill Road was a dirt wagon track used primarily by local farmers. It ran south from Braddock road, and after meandering through the countryside on the east side of Little Rocky Run for nearly four miles, it crossed the Orange and Alexandria railroad tracks.
#Situated next to the road and tracks was Union Mills Station, one of the original stops on the railroad line. Located near Popes Head Creek close to its confluence with Bull Run, Union Mills was, along with Sangster, Fairfax and Burke, among the first stations opened when the Orange and Alexandria Railroad began operation in the early 1850s. This far-reaching new form of transportation technology helped expand the markets for the region's farm products and drastically reduced transportation and travel costs. The railroad brought increased prosperity and improved the quality of life for the people in Northern Virginia even though train wrecks at the unheard of speed of 25 miles per hour rapidly became a major cause of accidental death.
#When the Civil War began, the railroad was suddenly transformed from being a benign mover of civilian freight and passengers into a military implement of war. Almost overnight, its benefits changed into hardships for those who lived near the tracks. Union Mills was no longer a quiet country station; it became a place with a high degree of military significance. It was so important that U.S. President Abraham Lincoln and Confederate President Jefferson Davis knew all about Union Mills. Generals such as Joseph E. Johnston, Robert E. Lee, Stonewall Jackson, John Pope, George Meade and thousands of the soldiers who served with them also became familiar with the location. During the first year of the war, the Confederates made the Union Mills area part of the defense line that ran from Centreville to Manassas Junction. After the Confederates departed in early 1862, Federal troops were stationed at Union Mills to protect the Bull Run railroad bridge (destroyed and rebuilt seven times during the war) and they expanded the fortifications and constructed a number of new ones. As the armies marched and countermarched along the railroad line, the defenses were further modified as they changed hands.
#As the war got underway, it became clear to President Lincoln and his advisors that it was going to be impossible to guard long stretches of track against attack by Confederate raiders. If the rail lines could not be protected from damage, they would have to be repaired and returned to service in the shortest time possible. In April 1862, Herman Haupt, a railroad construction genius who had a reputation for getting things done, was called to Washington by the Lincoln administration and asked to fix the vexing problem. Haupt was appointed to the position of Chief of Construction and Transportation of the newly established U.S. Military Railroad (USMR), an organization responsible for all railroad operations on captured Confederate tracks.
#As Haupt went to work, it was at places such as Union Mills that his highly organized and specialized repair crews honed their skills as they struggled to keep the Orange and Alexandria line functioning. The rapid repair procedures Haupt developed to replace bridges, track and just about everything else involved in keeping a railroad operating allowed the USMR to keep vital rail supply lines functioning.
#The USMR established a base of operations at Union Mills. It was a facility to service equipment and store replacement parts for railroad rolling stock, water tanks, prefabricated bridges, ties and rails. The knowledge USMR crews gained in Northern Virginia proved to be an invaluable logistical asset to Lincoln's war effort. As new techniques were developed and tested, the information was passed along to the other locations where the USMR operated trains. During the later years of the war, Gen. Sherman's Union army drove into Georgia utilizing a sophisticated rail supply network that could be repaired almost as fast as Rebel raiders could wreck it.
#Down the tracks west of Union Mills, the Union army established a massive quartermaster depot at Manassas Junction. By the late summer of 1862, the sprawling depot covered nearly a square mile, its warehouses crammed with military supplies of every description. On the depot's two spur railroad sidings, each a half mile long, were parked more than 100 box cars. When the telegraph line to Washington suddenly went dead in late August 1862, Union commanders had no way to know that it was Gen. Stonewall Jackson's 23,000 man army corps that had suddenly emerged out of nowhere and pounced on the supply base. Thinking that it was no more than an annoying cavalry raid, they rushed a brigade of New Jersey troops by rail to the vicinity of Union Mills with the objective of holding the bridge and possibly driving away the raiders. Having no idea of what they were getting into, the unseasoned and eager troops disembarked from the trains and marched west. When they ran into Jackson's veterans they were routed, their commander and approximately 135 others killed or wounded and another 200 captured. The panicked survivors fled eastward, abandoning the bridge and bringing with them the shocking news that there was more than Rebel cavalry at the supply depot.
#To prevent another rude interruption of the depot's looting and to disrupt rail traffic, Jackson ordered the bridge destroyed. When the Confederates pulled out during the night of Aug. 27, 1862, they left behind them a sky reddened by burning warehouses, rail cars and exploding ammunition dumps. The great Union supply depot had been obliterated, never again to be rebuilt. Haupt's crews went to work and reconstructed the Bull Run railroad bridge, only to see it quickly lost again after the Union army retreated into Washington in early September following the battle of Second Manassas.
#On Oct. 15, 1863, Gen. George Meade, located at his headquarters in Centreville, notified the War Department in Washington that "Generals Warren and Sykes were successfully withdrawn last night, and the army is now at Union Mills, Centreville, Chantilly, and Fairfax Court House, awaiting the movements of the enemy." Union Mills was the southern anchor of a strong Federal defensive position that stretched through Centreville to Frying Pan Church. The VI Corps held the line between Frying Pan Church and Chantilly. The II Corps occupied the section between Chantilly and Centreville. The I and III Corps controlled the ground south of Centreville to Union Mills. The V Corps, in reserve, oscillated between Centreville and Fairfax Court House, marching back and forth four times in four days while its weary soldiers tried to figure out what the generals were trying to accomplish with all the useless movement.
#Knowing that Gen. Meade had 80,000 men in his battle line, President Lincoln wrote to him on Oct. 16, 1863, strongly suggesting that Meade launch an attack against Lee's forces. The President told the general that he would personally take the blame if the attack failed. We will never know if Gen. Meade intended to take President Lincoln's advice because Lee's army began to withdraw on its own accord on Oct. 17. As the Union army moved slowly in pursuit through the chilly early autumn mud, the repair gangs began the work of rebuilding the destroyed Orange and Alexandria right of way.
#A new stop named Devereux Station was established on the railroad line less than two miles east of Union Mills during the war. It began as a place to load and ship the wood burned in steam locomotives and the timber needed for military construction projects. The station's name was changed to Clifton in the late 1860s. After the war ended, Union Mills faded from the maps, its civilian functions most likely absorbed by the new station at Clifton. With the control and repair of the railroad line no longer a military necessity, Union Mills had lost its last reason for existence. The modern railroad follows the route of the old Orange and Alexandria line. The abutments of the Civil War era bridge still stand like lonely sentinels next to current railroad bridge over Bull Run. The stretch of shiny track running west out of Clifton is a reminder of the time Herman Haupt and his repair crews helped make military history and Union Mills was a location of real consequence.
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> The woods on Braddock road near union mill.
> Haunted for many years. Even the homeless will not
> camp in them.
Not surprising, I did some research and found this:
http://www.connectionnewspapers.com/news/2003/jan/29/when-union-mills-stood-prominent/
In 1861, Union Mill Road was a dirt wagon track used primarily by local farmers. It ran south from Braddock road, and after meandering through the countryside on the east side of Little Rocky Run for nearly four miles, it crossed the Orange and Alexandria railroad tracks.
#Situated next to the road and tracks was Union Mills Station, one of the original stops on the railroad line. Located near Popes Head Creek close to its confluence with Bull Run, Union Mills was, along with Sangster, Fairfax and Burke, among the first stations opened when the Orange and Alexandria Railroad began operation in the early 1850s. This far-reaching new form of transportation technology helped expand the markets for the region's farm products and drastically reduced transportation and travel costs. The railroad brought increased prosperity and improved the quality of life for the people in Northern Virginia even though train wrecks at the unheard of speed of 25 miles per hour rapidly became a major cause of accidental death.
#When the Civil War began, the railroad was suddenly transformed from being a benign mover of civilian freight and passengers into a military implement of war. Almost overnight, its benefits changed into hardships for those who lived near the tracks. Union Mills was no longer a quiet country station; it became a place with a high degree of military significance. It was so important that U.S. President Abraham Lincoln and Confederate President Jefferson Davis knew all about Union Mills. Generals such as Joseph E. Johnston, Robert E. Lee, Stonewall Jackson, John Pope, George Meade and thousands of the soldiers who served with them also became familiar with the location. During the first year of the war, the Confederates made the Union Mills area part of the defense line that ran from Centreville to Manassas Junction. After the Confederates departed in early 1862, Federal troops were stationed at Union Mills to protect the Bull Run railroad bridge (destroyed and rebuilt seven times during the war) and they expanded the fortifications and constructed a number of new ones. As the armies marched and countermarched along the railroad line, the defenses were further modified as they changed hands.
#As the war got underway, it became clear to President Lincoln and his advisors that it was going to be impossible to guard long stretches of track against attack by Confederate raiders. If the rail lines could not be protected from damage, they would have to be repaired and returned to service in the shortest time possible. In April 1862, Herman Haupt, a railroad construction genius who had a reputation for getting things done, was called to Washington by the Lincoln administration and asked to fix the vexing problem. Haupt was appointed to the position of Chief of Construction and Transportation of the newly established U.S. Military Railroad (USMR), an organization responsible for all railroad operations on captured Confederate tracks.
#As Haupt went to work, it was at places such as Union Mills that his highly organized and specialized repair crews honed their skills as they struggled to keep the Orange and Alexandria line functioning. The rapid repair procedures Haupt developed to replace bridges, track and just about everything else involved in keeping a railroad operating allowed the USMR to keep vital rail supply lines functioning.
#The USMR established a base of operations at Union Mills. It was a facility to service equipment and store replacement parts for railroad rolling stock, water tanks, prefabricated bridges, ties and rails. The knowledge USMR crews gained in Northern Virginia proved to be an invaluable logistical asset to Lincoln's war effort. As new techniques were developed and tested, the information was passed along to the other locations where the USMR operated trains. During the later years of the war, Gen. Sherman's Union army drove into Georgia utilizing a sophisticated rail supply network that could be repaired almost as fast as Rebel raiders could wreck it.
#Down the tracks west of Union Mills, the Union army established a massive quartermaster depot at Manassas Junction. By the late summer of 1862, the sprawling depot covered nearly a square mile, its warehouses crammed with military supplies of every description. On the depot's two spur railroad sidings, each a half mile long, were parked more than 100 box cars. When the telegraph line to Washington suddenly went dead in late August 1862, Union commanders had no way to know that it was Gen. Stonewall Jackson's 23,000 man army corps that had suddenly emerged out of nowhere and pounced on the supply base. Thinking that it was no more than an annoying cavalry raid, they rushed a brigade of New Jersey troops by rail to the vicinity of Union Mills with the objective of holding the bridge and possibly driving away the raiders. Having no idea of what they were getting into, the unseasoned and eager troops disembarked from the trains and marched west. When they ran into Jackson's veterans they were routed, their commander and approximately 135 others killed or wounded and another 200 captured. The panicked survivors fled eastward, abandoning the bridge and bringing with them the shocking news that there was more than Rebel cavalry at the supply depot.
#To prevent another rude interruption of the depot's looting and to disrupt rail traffic, Jackson ordered the bridge destroyed. When the Confederates pulled out during the night of Aug. 27, 1862, they left behind them a sky reddened by burning warehouses, rail cars and exploding ammunition dumps. The great Union supply depot had been obliterated, never again to be rebuilt. Haupt's crews went to work and reconstructed the Bull Run railroad bridge, only to see it quickly lost again after the Union army retreated into Washington in early September following the battle of Second Manassas.
#On Oct. 15, 1863, Gen. George Meade, located at his headquarters in Centreville, notified the War Department in Washington that "Generals Warren and Sykes were successfully withdrawn last night, and the army is now at Union Mills, Centreville, Chantilly, and Fairfax Court House, awaiting the movements of the enemy." Union Mills was the southern anchor of a strong Federal defensive position that stretched through Centreville to Frying Pan Church. The VI Corps held the line between Frying Pan Church and Chantilly. The II Corps occupied the section between Chantilly and Centreville. The I and III Corps controlled the ground south of Centreville to Union Mills. The V Corps, in reserve, oscillated between Centreville and Fairfax Court House, marching back and forth four times in four days while its weary soldiers tried to figure out what the generals were trying to accomplish with all the useless movement.
#Knowing that Gen. Meade had 80,000 men in his battle line, President Lincoln wrote to him on Oct. 16, 1863, strongly suggesting that Meade launch an attack against Lee's forces. The President told the general that he would personally take the blame if the attack failed. We will never know if Gen. Meade intended to take President Lincoln's advice because Lee's army began to withdraw on its own accord on Oct. 17. As the Union army moved slowly in pursuit through the chilly early autumn mud, the repair gangs began the work of rebuilding the destroyed Orange and Alexandria right of way.
#A new stop named Devereux Station was established on the railroad line less than two miles east of Union Mills during the war. It began as a place to load and ship the wood burned in steam locomotives and the timber needed for military construction projects. The station's name was changed to Clifton in the late 1860s. After the war ended, Union Mills faded from the maps, its civilian functions most likely absorbed by the new station at Clifton. With the control and repair of the railroad line no longer a military necessity, Union Mills had lost its last reason for existence. The modern railroad follows the route of the old Orange and Alexandria line. The abutments of the Civil War era bridge still stand like lonely sentinels next to current railroad bridge over Bull Run. The stretch of shiny track running west out of Clifton is a reminder of the time Herman Haupt and his repair crews helped make military history and Union Mills was a location of real consequence.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Jimmy's Old Town Tvn in Herndon
()
Date: February 20, 2014 06:44AM
Jimmy's Old Town Tavern in Herndon is said to be haunted. From their website...
http://www.jimmystavern.com/history.html
The town of Hemdon sits on land that once belonged to Robert "King" Carter Jr. and Thomas Barnes through King's grants. Originally a small crossroads and farming community, it began to grow in importance as the port city of Alexandria was looking to expand the Loudoun & Hampshire railroad during the mid 1850's. The rail depot was built in 1857, and the rail lines reached Herndon in 1859. More buildings and stores were built as people moved into the area. Soon a small town developed with dairy farming as the main industry.
On July 13,1858, the town was named Herndon after Captain William Lewis Herndon, a Naval hero who went down with his ship, the "Central America", on September 12, 1857. The building Jimmy's is in is believed to have been built in 1897, and was originally both a Tavern and a General Store. Many tenants and businesses have come and gone since 1897 including a grocery store, sporting goods store, and a butcher shop! Some local residents will tell you the story of Walter, a friendly ghost who resides here at Jimmy's !
After countless hours of planning and renovating, proprietors Jimmy, Maureen, and Kelsey Cirrito opened Jimmy's doors on May 29,1997, and are happy to bring a bit of history back to downtown Herndon -- Jimmy's Old Town Tavern. We at Jimmy's sincerely hope you'll enjoy the oak, brass, and antiques, as well as our commitment to impeccable service and products.
Has anyone ever seen anything there?
http://www.jimmystavern.com/history.html
The town of Hemdon sits on land that once belonged to Robert "King" Carter Jr. and Thomas Barnes through King's grants. Originally a small crossroads and farming community, it began to grow in importance as the port city of Alexandria was looking to expand the Loudoun & Hampshire railroad during the mid 1850's. The rail depot was built in 1857, and the rail lines reached Herndon in 1859. More buildings and stores were built as people moved into the area. Soon a small town developed with dairy farming as the main industry.
On July 13,1858, the town was named Herndon after Captain William Lewis Herndon, a Naval hero who went down with his ship, the "Central America", on September 12, 1857. The building Jimmy's is in is believed to have been built in 1897, and was originally both a Tavern and a General Store. Many tenants and businesses have come and gone since 1897 including a grocery store, sporting goods store, and a butcher shop! Some local residents will tell you the story of Walter, a friendly ghost who resides here at Jimmy's !
After countless hours of planning and renovating, proprietors Jimmy, Maureen, and Kelsey Cirrito opened Jimmy's doors on May 29,1997, and are happy to bring a bit of history back to downtown Herndon -- Jimmy's Old Town Tavern. We at Jimmy's sincerely hope you'll enjoy the oak, brass, and antiques, as well as our commitment to impeccable service and products.
Has anyone ever seen anything there?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Walter the Ghost????
()
Date: February 20, 2014 06:59AM
Jimmy's Old Town Tvn in Herndon Wrote:
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> Jimmy's Old Town Tavern in Herndon is said to be
> haunted. From their website...
>
> http://www.jimmystavern.com/history.html
>
> The town of Hemdon sits on land that once belonged
> to Robert "King" Carter Jr. and Thomas Barnes
> through King's grants. Originally a small
> crossroads and farming community, it began to grow
> in importance as the port city of Alexandria was
> looking to expand the Loudoun & Hampshire railroad
> during the mid 1850's. The rail depot was built in
> 1857, and the rail lines reached Herndon in 1859.
> More buildings and stores were built as people
> moved into the area. Soon a small town developed
> with dairy farming as the main industry.
> On July 13,1858, the town was named Herndon after
> Captain William Lewis Herndon, a Naval hero who
> went down with his ship, the "Central America", on
> September 12, 1857. The building Jimmy's is in is
> believed to have been built in 1897, and was
> originally both a Tavern and a General Store. Many
> tenants and businesses have come and gone since
> 1897 including a grocery store, sporting goods
> store, and a butcher shop! Some local residents
> will tell you the story of Walter, a friendly
> ghost who resides here at Jimmy's !
>
> After countless hours of planning and renovating,
> proprietors Jimmy, Maureen, and Kelsey Cirrito
> opened Jimmy's doors on May 29,1997, and are happy
> to bring a bit of history back to downtown Herndon
> -- Jimmy's Old Town Tavern. We at Jimmy's
> sincerely hope you'll enjoy the oak, brass, and
> antiques, as well as our commitment to impeccable
> service and products.
>
> Has anyone ever seen anything there?
Does anyone know the story of Walter the ghost? I couldn't find anything about it online.
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> Jimmy's Old Town Tavern in Herndon is said to be
> haunted. From their website...
>
> http://www.jimmystavern.com/history.html
>
> The town of Hemdon sits on land that once belonged
> to Robert "King" Carter Jr. and Thomas Barnes
> through King's grants. Originally a small
> crossroads and farming community, it began to grow
> in importance as the port city of Alexandria was
> looking to expand the Loudoun & Hampshire railroad
> during the mid 1850's. The rail depot was built in
> 1857, and the rail lines reached Herndon in 1859.
> More buildings and stores were built as people
> moved into the area. Soon a small town developed
> with dairy farming as the main industry.
> On July 13,1858, the town was named Herndon after
> Captain William Lewis Herndon, a Naval hero who
> went down with his ship, the "Central America", on
> September 12, 1857. The building Jimmy's is in is
> believed to have been built in 1897, and was
> originally both a Tavern and a General Store. Many
> tenants and businesses have come and gone since
> 1897 including a grocery store, sporting goods
> store, and a butcher shop! Some local residents
> will tell you the story of Walter, a friendly
> ghost who resides here at Jimmy's !
>
> After countless hours of planning and renovating,
> proprietors Jimmy, Maureen, and Kelsey Cirrito
> opened Jimmy's doors on May 29,1997, and are happy
> to bring a bit of history back to downtown Herndon
> -- Jimmy's Old Town Tavern. We at Jimmy's
> sincerely hope you'll enjoy the oak, brass, and
> antiques, as well as our commitment to impeccable
> service and products.
>
> Has anyone ever seen anything there?
Does anyone know the story of Walter the ghost? I couldn't find anything about it online.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
wEPKM
()
Date: February 20, 2014 08:33AM
Ghost man in VA hospital Wrote:
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> kev Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Cool story. Wonder if workers at other nursing
> > homes have similar experiences. Are you sure
> your
> > not trying to find patterns (when you talk
> about
> > people dying in sets)?
> >
>
> Realistically, I think the "death comes in threes"
> thing might be a matter of perception. (Though,
> ironically, I argued the other side of this
> question just a couple of days ago.) In other
> words, whenever two bad things happen close
> together we wait for a third. Then, when something
> does eventually happen, we connect it.
>
> I say this because I was remembering several years
> ago when three very similar actors died, as I
> recalled, one right after the other. I went back
> to check my memory before posting about it. Bob
> Denver (who played Gilligan) died 10/02/05 and Don
> Adams (Maxwell Smart) died 10/25/05. Don Knotts
> (Barney Fife), though, didn't die until five
> months later on 2/24/06. So is that connected or
> just a coincidence?
>
> A friend of mine has worked there for eleven
> years, and heard about him when she started, so
> I'm not sure. The facility is around thirty-five
> years old. I don't think the people who see him
> know a death follows his appearance; they are just
> frightened. I want to clarify though: residents do
> not always report his appearance before someone
> passes away; however, any time he is reported
> being seen, a death follows very shortly after.
> (Usually within hours.) Thank you for your
> questions! I would like to know what is going on!
The scariest story I have heard is from a nurse who said that one night she was floated to oncology at the hospital she used to work at. She was given a patient who was passing away and had been unconscious for several days. At one point during the night the nurse went into the room and the patient was at the top of the bed and looked at her and said, "don't let them take me!", the nurse was freaked out and asked her who was going to take her and she said that black thing up there and pointed up in the air. This patient died within minutes.
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> kev Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Cool story. Wonder if workers at other nursing
> > homes have similar experiences. Are you sure
> your
> > not trying to find patterns (when you talk
> about
> > people dying in sets)?
> >
>
> Realistically, I think the "death comes in threes"
> thing might be a matter of perception. (Though,
> ironically, I argued the other side of this
> question just a couple of days ago.) In other
> words, whenever two bad things happen close
> together we wait for a third. Then, when something
> does eventually happen, we connect it.
>
> I say this because I was remembering several years
> ago when three very similar actors died, as I
> recalled, one right after the other. I went back
> to check my memory before posting about it. Bob
> Denver (who played Gilligan) died 10/02/05 and Don
> Adams (Maxwell Smart) died 10/25/05. Don Knotts
> (Barney Fife), though, didn't die until five
> months later on 2/24/06. So is that connected or
> just a coincidence?
>
> A friend of mine has worked there for eleven
> years, and heard about him when she started, so
> I'm not sure. The facility is around thirty-five
> years old. I don't think the people who see him
> know a death follows his appearance; they are just
> frightened. I want to clarify though: residents do
> not always report his appearance before someone
> passes away; however, any time he is reported
> being seen, a death follows very shortly after.
> (Usually within hours.) Thank you for your
> questions! I would like to know what is going on!
The scariest story I have heard is from a nurse who said that one night she was floated to oncology at the hospital she used to work at. She was given a patient who was passing away and had been unconscious for several days. At one point during the night the nurse went into the room and the patient was at the top of the bed and looked at her and said, "don't let them take me!", the nurse was freaked out and asked her who was going to take her and she said that black thing up there and pointed up in the air. This patient died within minutes.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
black footprints
()
Date: February 20, 2014 08:37AM
Some years ago my friend's fiance and 3 other friends moved into a brand new 4 bedroom townhouse near George Mason. From the very first night they moved in they would hear someone running in the hallway banging on everyone's doors (typical of guys), this would happen when the guys would be in bed. Everyone would be in bed but they would all think that one of the other guys was doing it.
Finally after a week they all had enough and confronted each other about the racket every night. All 4 of them denied it. By now they were all spooked. So that night after they all went to bed, they hear the same thing again - somebody running past their bedrooms and banging on the doors. This time they were really ******* themselves. They heard really loud bangs like heavy stuff being thrown around. They all jumped out of bed and ran out into the living room -
They found all their furniture upside down.... AND, the walls in the living room had been CLAWED. Like really deep huge claws.
THEN as they were standing there thinking what in Gods name happened they saw black footprints appearing on the ceiling coming towards them!!
They took off from the house and rang the landlord trying to tell him that they cant stay there anymore. The landlord comes over and says - well, you guys lasted the longest. The other tenants dont even last one night. I just recently learned that the townhouse was heavily damaged in a fire.
Finally after a week they all had enough and confronted each other about the racket every night. All 4 of them denied it. By now they were all spooked. So that night after they all went to bed, they hear the same thing again - somebody running past their bedrooms and banging on the doors. This time they were really ******* themselves. They heard really loud bangs like heavy stuff being thrown around. They all jumped out of bed and ran out into the living room -
They found all their furniture upside down.... AND, the walls in the living room had been CLAWED. Like really deep huge claws.
THEN as they were standing there thinking what in Gods name happened they saw black footprints appearing on the ceiling coming towards them!!
They took off from the house and rang the landlord trying to tell him that they cant stay there anymore. The landlord comes over and says - well, you guys lasted the longest. The other tenants dont even last one night. I just recently learned that the townhouse was heavily damaged in a fire.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
NAVY BRAT
()
Date: February 21, 2014 08:27AM
My Grandparents lived outside of Pinckneyville. My cousins RuthAnne (age 11) and Frankie (age unknown at the time) were brother and sister who spent most of their childhood at our Grandparents house. One night in 1969 they were coming home from town and my cousin RuthAnne was struck by a drunk driver – she was thrown from her bicycle and died instantly. My family was in California when we received the sad news of her death.
In 1971 my Dad retired from the Navy and he got a job in the Chicago area. This was great because his family in Southern Illinois were much closer and as a result we spent a lot of weekends visiting them. We spent the night at his parents’ house and here is where the ghost story begins.
During one of those visits in the middle of the night my Mom heard a child calling for their “Mommy”. Thinking it was one of her 5 children she got up to see if we were okay. We were all sound asleep so she went back to bed.
The next time we visited she woke up with the feeling that something was not right. She looked out into the living room where my two sisters were sleeping and saw a young girl standing there looking down at my younger sister with her arms outstretched. Mom got spooked and hid her head under the blanket. She then realized it was my dead cousin standing out there and peeked her head out from the blanket. RuthAnne was still there. All of a sudden she started to evaporate and went out of the room through the living room wall.
The next morning Mom tells my Dad that we are leaving. Dad, as expected, was mad and asked why. Mom said she saw RuthAnne and was never going to spend another night in this house. And she never did. When we visited again her, my dad and my youngest sister always stayed in a motel. We had other relatives but she refused to stay at their house too. She later told me that she felt uneasy at my Aunt’s house. I think that’s because she sensed that it was haunted too.
In 1971 my Dad retired from the Navy and he got a job in the Chicago area. This was great because his family in Southern Illinois were much closer and as a result we spent a lot of weekends visiting them. We spent the night at his parents’ house and here is where the ghost story begins.
During one of those visits in the middle of the night my Mom heard a child calling for their “Mommy”. Thinking it was one of her 5 children she got up to see if we were okay. We were all sound asleep so she went back to bed.
The next time we visited she woke up with the feeling that something was not right. She looked out into the living room where my two sisters were sleeping and saw a young girl standing there looking down at my younger sister with her arms outstretched. Mom got spooked and hid her head under the blanket. She then realized it was my dead cousin standing out there and peeked her head out from the blanket. RuthAnne was still there. All of a sudden she started to evaporate and went out of the room through the living room wall.
The next morning Mom tells my Dad that we are leaving. Dad, as expected, was mad and asked why. Mom said she saw RuthAnne and was never going to spend another night in this house. And she never did. When we visited again her, my dad and my youngest sister always stayed in a motel. We had other relatives but she refused to stay at their house too. She later told me that she felt uneasy at my Aunt’s house. I think that’s because she sensed that it was haunted too.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
NAVY BRAT
()
Date: February 21, 2014 08:28AM
So my Aunt lived in Nashville, Ill. Her house had 4 ghosts – her dead husband, the original owner and her little dog, and a little blonde haired girl.
The original owner didn’t like anyone sleeping in her room. If you did she would pull the blankets off in the middle of the night. Her little dog was seen by my cousin and her friend. One day while doing homework in the kitchen, in walked a little black dog who went under the table. My cousin and her friend were stunned and when they looked the dog was not there.
My Uncle died in 1976 when a piece of steel fell on him at the steel mill where he worked. In 1979 my Grandpa died and while staying at my Aunt’s house my Dad had two ghostly encounters. He had the privilege of having his blankets pulled off of him one night while sleeping in the original owner’s room. While sitting at the kitchen table one evening my Aunt told him that every night at a certain time (the same time her dead husband came home from work when he was alive) the back door would open by itself. And sure enough it did at the time she said it would.
My Aunt would later tell me that she could never get anyone to spend the night at her house. She told me that my cousin Cathy, who was very little when her Grandpa died, had made it clear she wouldn’t. Seems she had woken up one night and saw a man in overalls standing in the doorway. My Aunt told me she had woken up on several occasions and saw her dead husband standing next to the bed. She told me she wasn’t scared and always asked him what he wanted.
No one knows who the little blonde haired girl is. She likes to cry. One night my Aunt woke up to this crying and when she went out to the hallway she saw this very pretty little blonde haired girl standing there just crying. My Aunt asked her if she needed help and when she did she just evaporated. Later when she told my cousin Tina about this ghost Tina said she always used to see her when she was little. My Aunt has passed away and one wonders if she too is now a ghost in her house.
Getting back to my cousin RuthAnne, when my Mom told my Dad that she saw RuthAnne that night his parents said nothing – they just smiled. Everyone thought she was “crazy” but my cousin Steve had an experience that convinced him something wasn’t right in that house. He told my Mom that while standing in one part of the living room it got real cold all of a sudden. My sister also thought she was nuts but after hearing some of the stories about “that house” as she put it, she realized that Mom wasn’t so nutty. She’s never told me the stories though.
As for me, I never thought Mom was crazy because I believe in ghosts and had my own encounter with RuthAnne I believe. During the latter ‘70s when Grandpa was ill from cancer he and Grandma moved into Nashville. During one of our visits he, Tina and I went to the old house to retrieve some things. It was a hot day. I was standing right in front of the door and when he opened it the BIGGEST burst of cold air shot out of that door as if it was greeting us. The cold air was just not “normal” because the house had been shut up for so long and it was a hot day. I believe it was RuthAnne.
The original owner didn’t like anyone sleeping in her room. If you did she would pull the blankets off in the middle of the night. Her little dog was seen by my cousin and her friend. One day while doing homework in the kitchen, in walked a little black dog who went under the table. My cousin and her friend were stunned and when they looked the dog was not there.
My Uncle died in 1976 when a piece of steel fell on him at the steel mill where he worked. In 1979 my Grandpa died and while staying at my Aunt’s house my Dad had two ghostly encounters. He had the privilege of having his blankets pulled off of him one night while sleeping in the original owner’s room. While sitting at the kitchen table one evening my Aunt told him that every night at a certain time (the same time her dead husband came home from work when he was alive) the back door would open by itself. And sure enough it did at the time she said it would.
My Aunt would later tell me that she could never get anyone to spend the night at her house. She told me that my cousin Cathy, who was very little when her Grandpa died, had made it clear she wouldn’t. Seems she had woken up one night and saw a man in overalls standing in the doorway. My Aunt told me she had woken up on several occasions and saw her dead husband standing next to the bed. She told me she wasn’t scared and always asked him what he wanted.
No one knows who the little blonde haired girl is. She likes to cry. One night my Aunt woke up to this crying and when she went out to the hallway she saw this very pretty little blonde haired girl standing there just crying. My Aunt asked her if she needed help and when she did she just evaporated. Later when she told my cousin Tina about this ghost Tina said she always used to see her when she was little. My Aunt has passed away and one wonders if she too is now a ghost in her house.
Getting back to my cousin RuthAnne, when my Mom told my Dad that she saw RuthAnne that night his parents said nothing – they just smiled. Everyone thought she was “crazy” but my cousin Steve had an experience that convinced him something wasn’t right in that house. He told my Mom that while standing in one part of the living room it got real cold all of a sudden. My sister also thought she was nuts but after hearing some of the stories about “that house” as she put it, she realized that Mom wasn’t so nutty. She’s never told me the stories though.
As for me, I never thought Mom was crazy because I believe in ghosts and had my own encounter with RuthAnne I believe. During the latter ‘70s when Grandpa was ill from cancer he and Grandma moved into Nashville. During one of our visits he, Tina and I went to the old house to retrieve some things. It was a hot day. I was standing right in front of the door and when he opened it the BIGGEST burst of cold air shot out of that door as if it was greeting us. The cold air was just not “normal” because the house had been shut up for so long and it was a hot day. I believe it was RuthAnne.
Alexandria - Hospital woods
Posted by:
vauxcleus mansion
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Date: February 21, 2014 08:33AM
Alexandria INOVA hospital is built on the site of the Vauxcleus mansion, an ante-bellum plantation mansion. During the Civil War a Confederate soldier was seen and shot dead by a Union picket while sneaking up the ravine to visit a girl friend in the Vauxcleus mansion. Since, it is said you can see his ghost moving through the woods on moonlit nights.
Has anyone ever seen or heard this story?
Has anyone ever seen or heard this story?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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Lake Accotink Park ghost info
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Date: February 21, 2014 08:37AM
Springfield - Bablat Afif - In the 1880s a Palestinian immigrated to the US and was brutally tortured and then murdered in some woods which are now known as Lake Accotink Park. It is said that on some nights he is heard moaning, "Arrrrrghh". On rare occasions he is also have said to appear in the form of have human half beast with an eye patch.
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Battlefield Cobblestone Bridge
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Date: February 21, 2014 11:49AM
abelard Wrote:
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> I've heard stories like this second hand a couple
> of times, especially from the area around the
> stone bridge - not sure what to make of them.
> It's possible that human suffering 'leaves an
> imprint' of some sort (oh so goes the theory) but
> I'd expect other places to absolutely glow with
> ghosts. I'm been to Dachau and Passchendaele, and
> as far as I know, neither is famous for ghosts.
> This even though you can fairly well feel the
> horror radiating from these places.
Bullrun Manasses/Cobblestone Bridge - Civil War soldiers have been seen crossing the bridge at night.
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> I've heard stories like this second hand a couple
> of times, especially from the area around the
> stone bridge - not sure what to make of them.
> It's possible that human suffering 'leaves an
> imprint' of some sort (oh so goes the theory) but
> I'd expect other places to absolutely glow with
> ghosts. I'm been to Dachau and Passchendaele, and
> as far as I know, neither is famous for ghosts.
> This even though you can fairly well feel the
> horror radiating from these places.
Bullrun Manasses/Cobblestone Bridge - Civil War soldiers have been seen crossing the bridge at night.
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chuckhoffmann
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Date: February 21, 2014 12:32PM
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 04/23/2014 08:50AM by chuckhoffmann.
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Re: Alexandria - Hospital woods
Posted by:
vauxcleus mansion
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Date: February 21, 2014 12:56PM
chuckhoffmann Wrote:
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> vauxcleus mansion Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Alexandria INOVA hospital is built on the site
> of
> > the Vauxcleus mansion, an ante-bellum
> plantation
> > mansion. During the Civil War a Confederate
> > soldier was seen and shot dead by a Union
> picket
> > while sneaking up the ravine to visit a girl
> > friend in the Vauxcleus mansion. Since, it is
> said
> > you can see his ghost moving through the woods
> on
> > moonlit nights.
> >
> > Has anyone ever seen or heard this story?
>
> You're thinking of Vaucluse. It was located in
> what was then Fairfax County near the Virginia
> Theological Seminary. It was destroyed during the
> Civil War to make way for Fort Worth, one of the
> many forts that ringed Washington D.C..
>
> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vaucluse_%28plantatio
> n%29
> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_Worth,_Virginia
Do you have anything on the story of the soldier that was killed and the rumors of a ghost being spotted in those woods?
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> vauxcleus mansion Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Alexandria INOVA hospital is built on the site
> of
> > the Vauxcleus mansion, an ante-bellum
> plantation
> > mansion. During the Civil War a Confederate
> > soldier was seen and shot dead by a Union
> picket
> > while sneaking up the ravine to visit a girl
> > friend in the Vauxcleus mansion. Since, it is
> said
> > you can see his ghost moving through the woods
> on
> > moonlit nights.
> >
> > Has anyone ever seen or heard this story?
>
> You're thinking of Vaucluse. It was located in
> what was then Fairfax County near the Virginia
> Theological Seminary. It was destroyed during the
> Civil War to make way for Fort Worth, one of the
> many forts that ringed Washington D.C..
>
> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vaucluse_%28plantatio
> n%29
> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_Worth,_Virginia
Do you have anything on the story of the soldier that was killed and the rumors of a ghost being spotted in those woods?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Civil War Ghosts
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Date: February 21, 2014 07:48PM
I had a friend down from CT. I was showing him the historical sites around Richmond, specifically Cold Harbor Battlefield on Route 156, Hanover County, VA. I happened to bring my tape recorder with me. At Cold Harbor, we left the tape recorder running and walked away from it. My CT friend got the strangest feeling of deja vu. He knew exactly what had happened there without reading the markers. He had a strong feeling he was actually there. He pointed out the very few trees that were 140 years old or more. He knows nothing about how to tell how old a tree is. When we picked up the tape recorder and got back in the car, we rewound the tape and pressed play. There was shouting, cannon fire, gun fire and screams on the tape. It gave us both goose bumps! I took photographs over there not too long ago. Appearing on the photograph was an officer on horseback. That battlefield is very active, especially on the anniversary of the battle.
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Still from video
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Date: February 21, 2014 08:00PM
Ghost on the Battlefield Wrote:
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> My family and I were on vacation in DC and we went
> to the Manassas battlefield. We video taped there,
> and later that day we were watching the tape and
> we noticed the woman dressed in white walking
> along the fenceline. There were no reenactments
> going on that day, and we didn't see her there. If
> you look to the left of the house, you will see a
> small black fence with a marker that encloses the
> graves of Mrs. Henry, her daughter, and her son.
> The ghost is walking away from the graves to just
> an open field. We are convinced that this was a
> paranormal experience.
>
> You can watch the video here:
> http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detail
> page&v=G27tgEiUE2o
Creepy, I managed to get this screenshot of the figure from the video. Very interesting.
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> My family and I were on vacation in DC and we went
> to the Manassas battlefield. We video taped there,
> and later that day we were watching the tape and
> we noticed the woman dressed in white walking
> along the fenceline. There were no reenactments
> going on that day, and we didn't see her there. If
> you look to the left of the house, you will see a
> small black fence with a marker that encloses the
> graves of Mrs. Henry, her daughter, and her son.
> The ghost is walking away from the graves to just
> an open field. We are convinced that this was a
> paranormal experience.
>
> You can watch the video here:
> http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detail
> page&v=G27tgEiUE2o
Creepy, I managed to get this screenshot of the figure from the video. Very interesting.
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Posted by:
CSA11B
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Date: February 21, 2014 08:51PM
Battlefield Cobblestone Bridge Wrote:
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> abelard Wrote:
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> -----
> > I've heard stories like this second hand a
> couple
> > of times, especially from the area around the
> > stone bridge - not sure what to make of them.
> > It's possible that human suffering 'leaves an
> > imprint' of some sort (oh so goes the theory)
> but
> > I'd expect other places to absolutely glow with
> > ghosts. I'm been to Dachau and Passchendaele,
> and
> > as far as I know, neither is famous for ghosts.
> > This even though you can fairly well feel the
> > horror radiating from these places.
>
> Bullrun Manasses/Cobblestone Bridge - Civil War
> soldiers have been seen crossing the bridge at
> night.
Maybe those are ghosts of retreating Yankees, were they headed towards Centerville and DC at top speed?
All jokes aside, the Confederate army blew the "Stone Bridge" in 1862 to slow down any union units that were to advance after the Confederate army left the immediate area. The bridge was re-decked enough to suffice through the war, and ultimately rebuilt. That said, the current Stone Bridge over Bull Run is a recreation of the original, with only some of the base support pieces as remaining original parts. It has been a popular tourist attraction since the war and remains a very photogenic location, especially in the spring when our native bluebells are in bloom along Bull Run.
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> abelard Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I've heard stories like this second hand a
> couple
> > of times, especially from the area around the
> > stone bridge - not sure what to make of them.
> > It's possible that human suffering 'leaves an
> > imprint' of some sort (oh so goes the theory)
> but
> > I'd expect other places to absolutely glow with
> > ghosts. I'm been to Dachau and Passchendaele,
> and
> > as far as I know, neither is famous for ghosts.
> > This even though you can fairly well feel the
> > horror radiating from these places.
>
> Bullrun Manasses/Cobblestone Bridge - Civil War
> soldiers have been seen crossing the bridge at
> night.
Maybe those are ghosts of retreating Yankees, were they headed towards Centerville and DC at top speed?
All jokes aside, the Confederate army blew the "Stone Bridge" in 1862 to slow down any union units that were to advance after the Confederate army left the immediate area. The bridge was re-decked enough to suffice through the war, and ultimately rebuilt. That said, the current Stone Bridge over Bull Run is a recreation of the original, with only some of the base support pieces as remaining original parts. It has been a popular tourist attraction since the war and remains a very photogenic location, especially in the spring when our native bluebells are in bloom along Bull Run.
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chuckhoffmann
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Date: February 21, 2014 08:55PM
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 04/23/2014 08:50AM by chuckhoffmann.
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 04/23/2014 08:50AM by chuckhoffmann.
Re: Alexandria - Hospital woods
Posted by:
CSA11B
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Date: February 21, 2014 09:07PM
chuckhoffmann Wrote:
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> vauxcleus mansion Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > chuckhoffmann Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > vauxcleus mansion Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > Alexandria INOVA hospital is built on the
> > site
> > > of
> > > > the Vauxcleus mansion, an ante-bellum
> > > plantation
> > > > mansion. During the Civil War a Confederate
> > > > soldier was seen and shot dead by a Union
> > > picket
> > > > while sneaking up the ravine to visit a
> girl
> > > > friend in the Vauxcleus mansion. Since, it
> is
> > > said
> > > > you can see his ghost moving through the
> > woods
> > > on
> > > > moonlit nights.
> > > >
> > > > Has anyone ever seen or heard this story?
> > >
> > > You're thinking of Vaucluse. It was located
> in
> > > what was then Fairfax County near the
> Virginia
> > > Theological Seminary. It was destroyed during
> > the
> > > Civil War to make way for Fort Worth, one of
> > the
> > > many forts that ringed Washington D.C..
> > >
> > >
> >
> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vaucluse_%28plantatio
>
> >
> > > n%29
> > >
> >
> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_Worth,_Virginia
> >
> > Do you have anything on the story of the
> soldier
> > that was killed and the rumors of a ghost being
> > spotted in those woods?
>
> Not to piss on your Post Toasties, but it sounds
> like it's just a story. The mistress of Vaucluse
> was Monimia Fairfax Cary, a daughter of Thomas
> Fairfax, 9th Lord Fairfax of Cameron, who moved to
> Vaucluse after her husband, Archibald Cary, died
> in 1854.
>
> Monimia and Archibald had three children,
> Constance, Falkland and Archibald. Constance, so
> the story goes, buried two trunks full of the
> Fairfax family silver on the property and fled
> with the rest of the family to Richmond.
>
> There's no buried treasure at Vaucluse, though.
> After the war, Constance (who had written
> newspaper columns in Richmond under the name
> "Refugitta" and also met her future husband,
> Burton Norvell Harrison, there) returned to the
> rubble of Vaucluse and dug up the Fairfax family
> silver.
>
> 50 years after the war, Constance Cary Harrison
> wrote a memoir called "Recollections Grave and
> Gay" which is available on Google Books at
> http://books.google.com/books?id=UeUEAAAAYAAJ and
> was reprinted in "Refugitta of Richmond: The
> Wartime Recollections, Grave and Gay, of Constance
> Cary Harrison", edited by Nathaniel Cheairs Hughes
> Jr. and S. Kittrell Rushing.
>
> Vaucluse was leveled pretty quickly when the Union
> soldiers took over. There's a diary entry dated
> July 30, 1861 by Judith McGuire that describes it
> as being completely destroyed and Fort Worth
> erected in its place.
>
> So, no mansion (destroyed, and it wasn't really a
> mansion anyway) and no girls (fled to Richmond)
> for some hapless Confederate solider to risk and
> lose his life trying to visit. It's possible some
> Confederate infiltrator made it this far east and
> was shot for his trouble, but unlikely.
>
> Mominia Fairfax Cary died in 1875, and Constance
> Cary Harrison lived until 1920.
>
> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constance_Cary_Harris
> on
Boy, that would stink, Johnny Reb says "I'll come back to see ya if my unit comes back up from Richmond", comes back to Fairfax area, sneaks away from camp, finds the house gone, girl gone, and then gets shot by a Yankee vidette from the near by fort. Bummer, I'd haunt the damn place too!
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> vauxcleus mansion Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > chuckhoffmann Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > vauxcleus mansion Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > Alexandria INOVA hospital is built on the
> > site
> > > of
> > > > the Vauxcleus mansion, an ante-bellum
> > > plantation
> > > > mansion. During the Civil War a Confederate
> > > > soldier was seen and shot dead by a Union
> > > picket
> > > > while sneaking up the ravine to visit a
> girl
> > > > friend in the Vauxcleus mansion. Since, it
> is
> > > said
> > > > you can see his ghost moving through the
> > woods
> > > on
> > > > moonlit nights.
> > > >
> > > > Has anyone ever seen or heard this story?
> > >
> > > You're thinking of Vaucluse. It was located
> in
> > > what was then Fairfax County near the
> Virginia
> > > Theological Seminary. It was destroyed during
> > the
> > > Civil War to make way for Fort Worth, one of
> > the
> > > many forts that ringed Washington D.C..
> > >
> > >
> >
> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vaucluse_%28plantatio
>
> >
> > > n%29
> > >
> >
> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_Worth,_Virginia
> >
> > Do you have anything on the story of the
> soldier
> > that was killed and the rumors of a ghost being
> > spotted in those woods?
>
> Not to piss on your Post Toasties, but it sounds
> like it's just a story. The mistress of Vaucluse
> was Monimia Fairfax Cary, a daughter of Thomas
> Fairfax, 9th Lord Fairfax of Cameron, who moved to
> Vaucluse after her husband, Archibald Cary, died
> in 1854.
>
> Monimia and Archibald had three children,
> Constance, Falkland and Archibald. Constance, so
> the story goes, buried two trunks full of the
> Fairfax family silver on the property and fled
> with the rest of the family to Richmond.
>
> There's no buried treasure at Vaucluse, though.
> After the war, Constance (who had written
> newspaper columns in Richmond under the name
> "Refugitta" and also met her future husband,
> Burton Norvell Harrison, there) returned to the
> rubble of Vaucluse and dug up the Fairfax family
> silver.
>
> 50 years after the war, Constance Cary Harrison
> wrote a memoir called "Recollections Grave and
> Gay" which is available on Google Books at
> http://books.google.com/books?id=UeUEAAAAYAAJ and
> was reprinted in "Refugitta of Richmond: The
> Wartime Recollections, Grave and Gay, of Constance
> Cary Harrison", edited by Nathaniel Cheairs Hughes
> Jr. and S. Kittrell Rushing.
>
> Vaucluse was leveled pretty quickly when the Union
> soldiers took over. There's a diary entry dated
> July 30, 1861 by Judith McGuire that describes it
> as being completely destroyed and Fort Worth
> erected in its place.
>
> So, no mansion (destroyed, and it wasn't really a
> mansion anyway) and no girls (fled to Richmond)
> for some hapless Confederate solider to risk and
> lose his life trying to visit. It's possible some
> Confederate infiltrator made it this far east and
> was shot for his trouble, but unlikely.
>
> Mominia Fairfax Cary died in 1875, and Constance
> Cary Harrison lived until 1920.
>
> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constance_Cary_Harris
> on
Boy, that would stink, Johnny Reb says "I'll come back to see ya if my unit comes back up from Richmond", comes back to Fairfax area, sneaks away from camp, finds the house gone, girl gone, and then gets shot by a Yankee vidette from the near by fort. Bummer, I'd haunt the damn place too!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost Hunter
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Date: February 21, 2014 09:31PM
Well that answers that. Now is that Jimmy's Tavern in Herndon haunted or not?
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Posted by:
walters ghost
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Date: February 21, 2014 10:59PM
Ghost Hunter Wrote:
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> Well that answers that. Now is that Jimmy's Tavern
> in Herndon haunted or not?
Only by generations of beer farts!
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> Well that answers that. Now is that Jimmy's Tavern
> in Herndon haunted or not?
Only by generations of beer farts!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Martha
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Date: February 22, 2014 05:11AM
I am such a frail woman these days that I'm not sure if this is a ghost sighting or if I'm going crazy. Today I was just watering my plants when I heard a sudden noise. I went back to my house to see what was going on, but I stopped dead in my tracks. There was a ghost of my childhood playmate! She smiled lovingly and said ''Martha, oh Martha, oh how I miss you dearly! Martha, oh Martha, my days are every dreary! So help little old woman! I thought we were friends!''
All while this was going on my friend (Samantha/Sammy) was transforming from a child to an old frail woman! It scared me out of my mind, so I got in my car and drove to my son's house. After that he said I had been foolish, and I was seeing things. I headed home, and this has been happening every day since.
All while this was going on my friend (Samantha/Sammy) was transforming from a child to an old frail woman! It scared me out of my mind, so I got in my car and drove to my son's house. After that he said I had been foolish, and I was seeing things. I headed home, and this has been happening every day since.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
mcWbY
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Date: February 22, 2014 07:34PM
Martha Wrote:
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> I am such a frail woman these days that I'm not
> sure if this is a ghost sighting or if I'm going
> crazy. Today I was just watering my plants when I
> heard a sudden noise. I went back to my house to
> see what was going on, but I stopped dead in my
> tracks. There was a ghost of my childhood
> playmate! She smiled lovingly and said ''Martha,
> oh Martha, oh how I miss you dearly! Martha, oh
> Martha, my days are every dreary! So help little
> old woman! I thought we were friends!''
>
> All while this was going on my friend
> (Samantha/Sammy) was transforming from a child to
> an old frail woman! It scared me out of my mind,
> so I got in my car and drove to my son's house.
> After that he said I had been foolish, and I was
> seeing things. I headed home, and this has been
> happening every day since.
This means that you will probably die soon. My mother passed away a few months after she started seeing dead friends. First she saw them outside the house and in the few weeks before her death, she could see them in the house. Always nice, always smiling.
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> I am such a frail woman these days that I'm not
> sure if this is a ghost sighting or if I'm going
> crazy. Today I was just watering my plants when I
> heard a sudden noise. I went back to my house to
> see what was going on, but I stopped dead in my
> tracks. There was a ghost of my childhood
> playmate! She smiled lovingly and said ''Martha,
> oh Martha, oh how I miss you dearly! Martha, oh
> Martha, my days are every dreary! So help little
> old woman! I thought we were friends!''
>
> All while this was going on my friend
> (Samantha/Sammy) was transforming from a child to
> an old frail woman! It scared me out of my mind,
> so I got in my car and drove to my son's house.
> After that he said I had been foolish, and I was
> seeing things. I headed home, and this has been
> happening every day since.
This means that you will probably die soon. My mother passed away a few months after she started seeing dead friends. First she saw them outside the house and in the few weeks before her death, she could see them in the house. Always nice, always smiling.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Julianna
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Date: February 23, 2014 05:56PM
Used to live on Pace Street and I have seen / heard so many things like scratching behind me when I'm trying to sleep and when I turn nobody is there and it stops. One time out the corner of my eye I saw a dark black hand that was torn and hurt reach from the top of the steps and pull back. I see kids a lot that are in orange torn robes; I have dreams about them that leave me thinking their names are Niki and David, a girl and boy. I know they're there because I never told my bff about it and she told me she saw a boy in an orange robe! :o other things have happened too- very scary things!.
Revisiting a family ghost story, from the Civil War…
Posted by:
Ghosts of the Civil War
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Date: February 23, 2014 08:29PM
Revisiting a family ghost story, from the Civil War…
http://cenantua.wordpress.com/2011/10/31/revisiting-a-family-ghost-story-from-the-civil-war/
Despite being part of a series of victories in 1862, the “Page Grays” of Co. H, 33rd Virginia Infantry, had seen their fair share of desertions (not, by any means, that the “Grays” were slackers, as the company also saw more than its fair share of casualties in some of the hottest contests of the war… and was regularly designated the color company for the regiment, quite possibly an honor bestowed upon the company for their part in taking the guns at First Manassas). While in winter quarters, and during the high tide of courts-martial in Stonewall Jackson’s Second Corps, those desertions caught-up with the company, and more than a few charges were brought to courts-martial. Seven men were sentenced to death, while eleven others were sentenced to a wide array of punishments, including the laying-on of 25-39 lashes across a bare back. Four of those sentenced to death were fortunate enough to evade execution because of technicalities; specifically, the courts-martial recorder had improperly maintained a complete record of the courts. In the end, however, Gabriel L. Price , Andrew J. Knight [note 1], and William Pence were not among the luckiest men. I have the good fortune of knowing more about Pence’s story than that of the other two.
Pence had actually deserted at Elk Run [in the vicinity of Conrad's Store] on April 20, 1862, as Jackson was gearing-up for the best days of his 1862 Valley Campaign; but didn’t show-up again in the muster rolls until December 21, 1862, when he was recorded as having “joined from desertion”… and, by the way, the “joined” part is not indicative of a voluntary event. Also, Pence had just “enlisted” on April 5… so his quick desertion seems to reflect another story altogether, regarding enlistments immediately following the enforcement of the first Confederate Conscription Act… but that will be a story for another time, perhaps.
On a local level, Pence’s story was documented in April 1927, when Jacob H. Coffman wrote about the events surrounding his capture by conscript/deserter hunters:
Pence… lived with his wife on the Pike, a mile West of Stanley. She was Rebecca Short, a daughter of the late ‘Dickey’ Short, by his first wife. They were law-abiding people. When the officers came to take him, she would not let them in the house, but they forced an entrance and the wife became so enraged that she hit one of the officers over the head with a frying pan. He told her for that act she would be sorry as long as she lived. They then went away taking Pence with them and he, with the other two was booked to pay the penalty.
Despite the sentence, Stonewall Brigade commander, Gen. E.F. Paxton, intervened. It may be that Paxton’s actions were the result of appeals made by, as Coffman put it, “influential citizens” of Page County, who “went to work to bring about his reprieve”. Paxton did note that with all three of these men being from the same company and county, the execution of the three might bear some undesirable implications in discipline and morale in the “Grays”. In lieu of the execution of all three, Paxton recommended that the men be allowed to draw lots, leaving only one to be executed. Not one for leniency in these matters, Jackson did not endorse the idea on the routing slip, and forwarded the paperwork to Gen. Robert E. Lee, who, in turn, agreed to Paxton’s recommendation.
Lots were drawn by the three men… and Pence became the unluckiest of the unlucky three. On February 28, 1863, the execution was carried out… and documented by some who watched.
Map-maker Jedediah Hotchkiss wrote simply that “A deserter from the 1st Brigade was shot today, and one escaped yesterday” [though I also recall finding, somewhere, that Hotchkiss remembered that Pence "wept bitterly, wishing to see his family"].
Mager William Steele, of the 48th Virginia Infantry documented a good deal more. After the entire division had formed near the site of the execution, in a deep hollow near Camp Winder, “the condemned man leaning on the arms of two chaplains” was brought into view. Steele wrote:
… we went up to the stake playing the Dead March… When we got to the place the men that were carrying the coffin put it down by the side of the stake and the condemned man sat upon it leaning against the stake. the preachers sang and prayed and then shook hands with him.
It so happens that Jacob Coffman’s brother, James H. Coffman (remember the story about the desertion of the Coffman brothers?), was also among the men who witnessed the execution. Coffman recalled the story of the incident, as remembered by his brother:
Pence was taken out in a field and set on his coffin, back of which a stake had been driven, his hands tied back of him and to the stake and while the band played that old familiar hymn, ‘Oporto,’ found in the old Harmonia Sacra, beginning with ‘Come Hither Ye Faithful,’ etc.; twenty men were drawn up in line, some twenty steps off and each man was handed a gun, ten supposed loaded and the other ten primed only, so in this way it might be known, who shot him.
When asked for his last statements, Pence asked to see his brother; a request that was not honored.
Again, Pence was asked for a last statement, to which he replied, “No, nothing.” When the order to fire was given, Pence “threw up his hands and fell over. He did not speak after he was shot, he gasped for breath twice. His last words were “O, what will my poor wife do…” it was just three weeks since William’s seventh wedding anniversary.
Jacob Coffman continued:
A shallow grave was dug and they buried him, notifying his relatives… Henry Pence, a full brother, who was at that time in charge at the Gibbons Mills, now the Willow Grove Mills, South of Luray, together with Frank Short, a half brother of Rebecca Pence, went with a two-horse wagon and brought the body home. I went to see him after he was laid out and he had a very peaceful look. The late T.M. Offenbacker [... and here's the first family link to this story... Offenbacker being my third great-grand uncle], cut a bullet out of his wrist and it may have been found among some of his effects after his death.
Clearly, Rebecca Pence was not like the Southern woman portrayed in this image, refusing to let her male relative into her home because he had deserted his unit.
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Despite being part of a series of victories in 1862, the “Page Grays” of Co. H, 33rd Virginia Infantry, had seen their fair share of desertions (not, by any means, that the “Grays” were slackers, as the company also saw more than its fair share of casualties in some of the hottest contests of the war… and was regularly designated the color company for the regiment, quite possibly an honor bestowed upon the company for their part in taking the guns at First Manassas). While in winter quarters, and during the high tide of courts-martial in Stonewall Jackson’s Second Corps, those desertions caught-up with the company, and more than a few charges were brought to courts-martial. Seven men were sentenced to death, while eleven others were sentenced to a wide array of punishments, including the laying-on of 25-39 lashes across a bare back. Four of those sentenced to death were fortunate enough to evade execution because of technicalities; specifically, the courts-martial recorder had improperly maintained a complete record of the courts. In the end, however, Gabriel L. Price , Andrew J. Knight [note 1], and William Pence were not among the luckiest men. I have the good fortune of knowing more about Pence’s story than that of the other two.
Pence had actually deserted at Elk Run [in the vicinity of Conrad's Store] on April 20, 1862, as Jackson was gearing-up for the best days of his 1862 Valley Campaign; but didn’t show-up again in the muster rolls until December 21, 1862, when he was recorded as having “joined from desertion”… and, by the way, the “joined” part is not indicative of a voluntary event. Also, Pence had just “enlisted” on April 5… so his quick desertion seems to reflect another story altogether, regarding enlistments immediately following the enforcement of the first Confederate Conscription Act… but that will be a story for another time, perhaps.
On a local level, Pence’s story was documented in April 1927, when Jacob H. Coffman wrote about the events surrounding his capture by conscript/deserter hunters:
Pence… lived with his wife on the Pike, a mile West of Stanley. She was Rebecca Short, a daughter of the late ‘Dickey’ Short, by his first wife. They were law-abiding people. When the officers came to take him, she would not let them in the house, but they forced an entrance and the wife became so enraged that she hit one of the officers over the head with a frying pan. He told her for that act she would be sorry as long as she lived. They then went away taking Pence with them and he, with the other two was booked to pay the penalty.
Despite the sentence, Stonewall Brigade commander, Gen. E.F. Paxton, intervened. It may be that Paxton’s actions were the result of appeals made by, as Coffman put it, “influential citizens” of Page County, who “went to work to bring about his reprieve”. Paxton did note that with all three of these men being from the same company and county, the execution of the three might bear some undesirable implications in discipline and morale in the “Grays”. In lieu of the execution of all three, Paxton recommended that the men be allowed to draw lots, leaving only one to be executed. Not one for leniency in these matters, Jackson did not endorse the idea on the routing slip, and forwarded the paperwork to Gen. Robert E. Lee, who, in turn, agreed to Paxton’s recommendation.
Lots were drawn by the three men… and Pence became the unluckiest of the unlucky three. On February 28, 1863, the execution was carried out… and documented by some who watched.
Map-maker Jedediah Hotchkiss wrote simply that “A deserter from the 1st Brigade was shot today, and one escaped yesterday” [though I also recall finding, somewhere, that Hotchkiss remembered that Pence "wept bitterly, wishing to see his family"].
Mager William Steele, of the 48th Virginia Infantry documented a good deal more. After the entire division had formed near the site of the execution, in a deep hollow near Camp Winder, “the condemned man leaning on the arms of two chaplains” was brought into view. Steele wrote:
… we went up to the stake playing the Dead March… When we got to the place the men that were carrying the coffin put it down by the side of the stake and the condemned man sat upon it leaning against the stake. the preachers sang and prayed and then shook hands with him.
It so happens that Jacob Coffman’s brother, James H. Coffman (remember the story about the desertion of the Coffman brothers?), was also among the men who witnessed the execution. Coffman recalled the story of the incident, as remembered by his brother:
Pence was taken out in a field and set on his coffin, back of which a stake had been driven, his hands tied back of him and to the stake and while the band played that old familiar hymn, ‘Oporto,’ found in the old Harmonia Sacra, beginning with ‘Come Hither Ye Faithful,’ etc.; twenty men were drawn up in line, some twenty steps off and each man was handed a gun, ten supposed loaded and the other ten primed only, so in this way it might be known, who shot him.
When asked for his last statements, Pence asked to see his brother; a request that was not honored.
Again, Pence was asked for a last statement, to which he replied, “No, nothing.” When the order to fire was given, Pence “threw up his hands and fell over. He did not speak after he was shot, he gasped for breath twice. His last words were “O, what will my poor wife do…” it was just three weeks since William’s seventh wedding anniversary.
Jacob Coffman continued:
A shallow grave was dug and they buried him, notifying his relatives… Henry Pence, a full brother, who was at that time in charge at the Gibbons Mills, now the Willow Grove Mills, South of Luray, together with Frank Short, a half brother of Rebecca Pence, went with a two-horse wagon and brought the body home. I went to see him after he was laid out and he had a very peaceful look. The late T.M. Offenbacker [... and here's the first family link to this story... Offenbacker being my third great-grand uncle], cut a bullet out of his wrist and it may have been found among some of his effects after his death.
Clearly, Rebecca Pence was not like the Southern woman portrayed in this image, refusing to let her male relative into her home because he had deserted his unit.
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(Cont. from above)
And now comes a part of this story that some have felt inclined to doubt, but we have it from the mouth of two witnesses, the way the truth is supposed to be proven, for both Pence and Short vouched for the story. They said on the way home with the body as they came to the foot of the Ridge, on the Madison side, night came upon them, and as it was raining very hard, they pulled aside, unhooked the horses and after giving them hay, they lay down under the wagons, not for a bed, but to keep out of the rain and just as all was quiet, the voice of a man was heard singing directly over the wagon and little higher than the tops of the trees and continued to sing until the break of day. As they began to hook up, the singing ceased. They said it was beautiful, but only one hymn, and it sounded very much like Pence, the dead man.
So, in the end, we not only have a sad story surrounding an execution, but also a ghost story… and was there also the hope of a curse fulfilled?
Coffman also remembered…
Mrs. Pence said that her prayer was that all three of the men that had a hand in bringing about her husband’s death, might be killed before the war ended. Now I knew all three of the men she held responsible, and the one, a captain, was soon shot in the forehead and killed instantly; the next one, a lieutenant, was shot in the throat and killed instantly; the third man, also a lieutenant, was shot through the lung and lingered a while, but died; thus, Mrs. Pence claims to have had her prayer answered. She afterwards married Wm. Flemmings, of Leaksville, where both lived for many years and passed on.
Were Rebecca Pence’s prayers really… curses?
Among the three indicated officers who met death, we have… yet another family tie in one of my third great grand-uncles, Captain Michael Shuler… and one of my distant first cousins, Lieutenant Oliver Hazard Perry Kite. Shuler was killed “instantly” (and, yes, I believe he may have been shot in the forehead) at the Wilderness on May 5, 1864. Kite was seriously wounded in the chest on May 10, 1864, and “lingered”… dying on the one-year anniversary of Shuler’ death, May 5, 1866. As for the other lieutenant, who was shot in the throat and killed instantly… I can’t seem to pinpoint who this may have been.
Ghosts and curses? What do you think?
Note 1. Knight later deserted again, with B.F. Price; both were taken as POWs in Pennsylvania in July 1864, and sent to Washington, D.C. Jacob H. Coffman wrote about Knight in 1927:
Andrew Knight, [was] of the Mountain district near Mauck. He was a brother of Jacob, George and Jack Knight. I do not think he sought a reprieve but took a chance in the dead hour of night and got behind the tent of the guard house and slipped through a wagon train parked just back of it. He made for dear life for such it proved to be to him. He made his way to Media, not far from Philadelphia, where he worked on a farm until after the war, when he came back home and took his family back with him, where he stayed until the death of his wife, after which he came back to Page county and later on went to Baltimore, where he married the widow of Jas. Knight, but died about two years later.
Capt. Michael Shuler (image from his headstone)
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And now comes a part of this story that some have felt inclined to doubt, but we have it from the mouth of two witnesses, the way the truth is supposed to be proven, for both Pence and Short vouched for the story. They said on the way home with the body as they came to the foot of the Ridge, on the Madison side, night came upon them, and as it was raining very hard, they pulled aside, unhooked the horses and after giving them hay, they lay down under the wagons, not for a bed, but to keep out of the rain and just as all was quiet, the voice of a man was heard singing directly over the wagon and little higher than the tops of the trees and continued to sing until the break of day. As they began to hook up, the singing ceased. They said it was beautiful, but only one hymn, and it sounded very much like Pence, the dead man.
So, in the end, we not only have a sad story surrounding an execution, but also a ghost story… and was there also the hope of a curse fulfilled?
Coffman also remembered…
Mrs. Pence said that her prayer was that all three of the men that had a hand in bringing about her husband’s death, might be killed before the war ended. Now I knew all three of the men she held responsible, and the one, a captain, was soon shot in the forehead and killed instantly; the next one, a lieutenant, was shot in the throat and killed instantly; the third man, also a lieutenant, was shot through the lung and lingered a while, but died; thus, Mrs. Pence claims to have had her prayer answered. She afterwards married Wm. Flemmings, of Leaksville, where both lived for many years and passed on.
Were Rebecca Pence’s prayers really… curses?
Among the three indicated officers who met death, we have… yet another family tie in one of my third great grand-uncles, Captain Michael Shuler… and one of my distant first cousins, Lieutenant Oliver Hazard Perry Kite. Shuler was killed “instantly” (and, yes, I believe he may have been shot in the forehead) at the Wilderness on May 5, 1864. Kite was seriously wounded in the chest on May 10, 1864, and “lingered”… dying on the one-year anniversary of Shuler’ death, May 5, 1866. As for the other lieutenant, who was shot in the throat and killed instantly… I can’t seem to pinpoint who this may have been.
Ghosts and curses? What do you think?
Note 1. Knight later deserted again, with B.F. Price; both were taken as POWs in Pennsylvania in July 1864, and sent to Washington, D.C. Jacob H. Coffman wrote about Knight in 1927:
Andrew Knight, [was] of the Mountain district near Mauck. He was a brother of Jacob, George and Jack Knight. I do not think he sought a reprieve but took a chance in the dead hour of night and got behind the tent of the guard house and slipped through a wagon train parked just back of it. He made for dear life for such it proved to be to him. He made his way to Media, not far from Philadelphia, where he worked on a farm until after the war, when he came back home and took his family back with him, where he stayed until the death of his wife, after which he came back to Page county and later on went to Baltimore, where he married the widow of Jas. Knight, but died about two years later.
Capt. Michael Shuler (image from his headstone)
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Date: February 24, 2014 09:51AM
Love this discussion. We grew up in a new home just off Rt. 605. I believe the road was Rt 626. The house had a Civil War Officer in it. He was often spotted by my siblings and parents. He enjoyed moving and reading the local newspaper and turning the water on and flushing the toilets. We could hear him often at night pacing up and down the hallway. If my bedroom door was open, he would stand at the foot of my bed like he wanted conversation. If I spoke he would disappear in smoke.
My brother was getting a glass of water one night in the kitchen, and someone behind him said they would like a glass too. He filled the second glass with water, turned to offer it to his sister, and the officer went up in smoke. This house has been sold multiple times and always back on the market within 6-8 months each time. I think others have seen this officer!
My brother was getting a glass of water one night in the kitchen, and someone behind him said they would like a glass too. He filled the second glass with water, turned to offer it to his sister, and the officer went up in smoke. This house has been sold multiple times and always back on the market within 6-8 months each time. I think others have seen this officer!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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Date: February 24, 2014 10:00AM
Julianna Wrote:
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> Used to live on Pace Street and I have seen /
> heard so many things like scratching behind me
> when I'm trying to sleep and when I turn nobody is
> there and it stops. One time out the corner of my
> eye I saw a dark black hand that was torn and hurt
> reach from the top of the steps and pull back. I
> see kids a lot that are in orange torn robes; I
> have dreams about them that leave me thinking
> their names are Niki and David, a girl and boy. I
> know they're there because I never told my bff
> about it and she told me she saw a boy in an
> orange robe! :o other things have happened too-
> very scary things!.
Wow small world! We rented a house on North High Street that was haunted. The house had been divided into 2 apartments. One upstairs and one down. On several occasions I left the apartment only to return to having tons of houseflies on my windows in the back of the apartment where the kitchen area was. They weren't buzzing around just on the windows inside. No windows or doors were left open. I never could find a logical explanation for this. Once I was awakened by a loud banging in the empty apartment downstairs. I never felt comfortable in that apartment and once when I went to look at the empty apartment downstairs I was alone and an overwhelming feeling of doom came over me and all I wanted to do was just get out of there quickly. It was horrible. I found out much later when I was moving that several people had experienced these things too. I never knew the history of the house but I know what I felt and heard were real. I was glad to get out of there.
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> Used to live on Pace Street and I have seen /
> heard so many things like scratching behind me
> when I'm trying to sleep and when I turn nobody is
> there and it stops. One time out the corner of my
> eye I saw a dark black hand that was torn and hurt
> reach from the top of the steps and pull back. I
> see kids a lot that are in orange torn robes; I
> have dreams about them that leave me thinking
> their names are Niki and David, a girl and boy. I
> know they're there because I never told my bff
> about it and she told me she saw a boy in an
> orange robe! :o other things have happened too-
> very scary things!.
Wow small world! We rented a house on North High Street that was haunted. The house had been divided into 2 apartments. One upstairs and one down. On several occasions I left the apartment only to return to having tons of houseflies on my windows in the back of the apartment where the kitchen area was. They weren't buzzing around just on the windows inside. No windows or doors were left open. I never could find a logical explanation for this. Once I was awakened by a loud banging in the empty apartment downstairs. I never felt comfortable in that apartment and once when I went to look at the empty apartment downstairs I was alone and an overwhelming feeling of doom came over me and all I wanted to do was just get out of there quickly. It was horrible. I found out much later when I was moving that several people had experienced these things too. I never knew the history of the house but I know what I felt and heard were real. I was glad to get out of there.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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Date: February 24, 2014 10:21AM
On Black Creek Road, there is a house that is known to have a ''portal of hell''. Just recently, I have witnessed a spirit of someone from the 1800's who seemed to be stabbed or shot in the gut. Stories tell that the spirit I witnessed was that of a teacher that went insane and became a murderer who was either shot or stabbed in the gut.
This spirit is very dangerous and should not be messed with. There are many others in this house as it was built in 1801. This house is extremely dangerous and should be left alone.
This spirit is very dangerous and should not be messed with. There are many others in this house as it was built in 1801. This house is extremely dangerous and should be left alone.
Death at the Train Station—Bristol, Virginia
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Date: February 24, 2014 10:30AM
Death at the Train Station—Bristol, Virginia
Bristol Train Station
101 Martin Luther King, Jr. Boulevard
http://southernspiritguide.blogspot.com/
“I’m a thousand miles away from home just waitin’ for a train.”
--Jimmie Rodgers, “Waitin’ for a train,” 1928
Until it was replaced by the interstate highway system, the railroad was the predominant mode of transportation in the nation for more than a century. For small towns and communities, the train station served as a link with the outside world and even deeper as a place of transition. From these stations, children began the transition to adulthood, leaving a provincial life behind to pursue opportunities in the larger world. All who left would be changed; some for the better, some for the worse and some would never return.
Still, others would transition from life to death at the very beginning of their journeys: they would find death awaiting them at the train station.
Straddling the state line between Tennessee and Virginia, Bristol’s State Street sits directly on that line with the street’s north side in Virginia and its south side in Tennessee. Originally part of a large plantation, the land now occupied by the town was developed once the owner was notified that two railroads would be meeting at that spot. Joseph R. Anderson—son-in-law to the plantation’s owner—erected a home and business house just south of what is now State Street, directly across the street for what would become the site for the town’s train station.
The first train pulled into the original depot at this site in 1856. With it, the train brought decades of prosperity to the town. Local historian, V. N. “Bud” Phillips, notes that, “there would have been no Bristol had it not been for the coming of the railroad.” The massive brick station that currently stands was constructed in 1902 and is the third building to stand on the site. Once passenger service ended in 1969, the depot was used briefly for shopping and dining but then it stood empty for some years. In 1999, the Romanesque structure was purchased by a foundation and renovated into an events facility.
The great country singer, Jimmie Rodgers began his transition here from itinerant musician and railroad employee to the Father of Country Music when he stepped from a train in 1927 and recorded two songs in a makeshift studio. Those two songs would inspire a recording career that would propel Rodgers into history.
While no longer the scene of dramatic transitions with arrivals and departures, there remain some lingering spirits from those who made dramatic transitions at this spot.
On the platform of the previous depot, a young lady, Emma Tompkins, stood with her travel bag on the morning of May 5, 1887. Her good-for-nothing husband, known as “Big Will,” stood near cajoling her to stay. Emma had spent the previous night, like many nights, alone while her husband caroused among the town’s saloons and brothels. In despair, Emma had finally decided to leave her husband and join her sister in Radford, Virginia.
As she marched herself towards the station, Emma encountered her husband and he followed her to the station platform. As the train pulled into the station, Big Will grabbed the arm of his wife and the couple tumbled onto the track. Emma screamed but it was cut short as the train decapitated her. Her husband was cut in half by the train. Emma’s spirit joined the throng of spirits that already flit through the vast halls of the station.
Bristol Train Station, 2008, by Tim Emerson. Courtesy of Flickr.
One ghost hunting organization somehow determined that some 68 spirits haunt the building. Besides Emma’s wailing spirit, the spirit of a man by the name of Joseph Chalmers King has been known to appear in the building. Dressed in black pants, a white shirt, bowtie and derby hat, the spirit, according to legend, is still waiting on his lost lady-love to arrive. King’s spirit was known to appear when southwestern trains would pull into the depot. His last known appearance was in 1969, when the last southwestern train pulled in.
Throughout the building it still seems there is activity from former railroad passengers. In 2008, the building’s manager clearly heard the main door open followed by footsteps across the great hall. Peering down from a balcony near his office, the manager was unable to see anyone present and was shocked to hear a cough from the invisible being. He also reports the sounds of people talking, coins rattling in an unseen pocket, a clock that always stopped at 8:50 PM and elevators moving without passengers.
The paranormal group, HAUNT Paranormal (Hunting and Understanding National Terrors), investigated the building in 2010, an investigation documented by a reporter from the Bristol Herald Courier. Apparently, the group captured an EVP of a scream, perhaps the same scream that escaped the throat of Emma Tompkins before her neck was severed by the train’s iron wheels.
A 2011 investigation of the train station by Appalachian Truth Seekers was featured on an episode in season four of My Ghost Story: Caught on Camera. The episode concentrates on a few pieces of evidence captured during the investigation. While a few unintelligible EVPs were captured, the most compelling piece of evidence is a video that was captured mostly by accident. One of the investigators was testing out a video camera in what appears to be one of the station’s main halls. In the few seconds of video, a dark figure moves past an upstairs doorway. At the time, none of the investigators or station staff were upstairs.
While investigating the station’s basement, a female investigator was shoved by something that she claims rushed her. After she became angry and told the spirit to stop, an EVP was captured that argues that “I did not do it. Not here, not me.”
While the station has transitioned into its modern usage as an events facility, it seems that the spirits residing there may still be trying to make the transition into the afterlife.
Sources:
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Appalachian Truth Seekers. “Appalachian Truth Seekers Case—Bristol
Virginia Train Station Summary.” Youtube. 3 December 2011.
“End of the Line.” My Ghost Story: Caught on Camera. Biography Channel.
12 May 2012. Season 4, Episode 6.
Galofaro, Clare. “Ghost hunters gather at Bristol station.” Bristol
Herald Courier. 1 March 2010.
History. Bristol Train Station. Accessed 5 February 2014.
Jimmie Rodgers (country singer). Wikipedia, the Free Encyclopedia. Accessed
5 February 2014.
Phillips, Bud. “History of Bristol.” Bristoltn.org. Accessed 5 February
2014.
Phillips, Bud. “Tragedy at The Depot Claimed Bristol Couple.” Bristol Herald
Courier. 22 March 2009.
Tennis, Joe. Haunts of Virginia’s Blue Ridge Highlands. Charleston, SC:
History Press, 2010.
Virginia Historic Landmarks Commission Staff. National Register of Historic
Places nomination form for the Bristol Union Railway Station. August 1980.
A train pulls into the station on a cold morning. Photo 2013 by
Hunterrr, courtesy of Flickr.
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101 Martin Luther King, Jr. Boulevard
http://southernspiritguide.blogspot.com/
“I’m a thousand miles away from home just waitin’ for a train.”
--Jimmie Rodgers, “Waitin’ for a train,” 1928
Until it was replaced by the interstate highway system, the railroad was the predominant mode of transportation in the nation for more than a century. For small towns and communities, the train station served as a link with the outside world and even deeper as a place of transition. From these stations, children began the transition to adulthood, leaving a provincial life behind to pursue opportunities in the larger world. All who left would be changed; some for the better, some for the worse and some would never return.
Still, others would transition from life to death at the very beginning of their journeys: they would find death awaiting them at the train station.
Straddling the state line between Tennessee and Virginia, Bristol’s State Street sits directly on that line with the street’s north side in Virginia and its south side in Tennessee. Originally part of a large plantation, the land now occupied by the town was developed once the owner was notified that two railroads would be meeting at that spot. Joseph R. Anderson—son-in-law to the plantation’s owner—erected a home and business house just south of what is now State Street, directly across the street for what would become the site for the town’s train station.
The first train pulled into the original depot at this site in 1856. With it, the train brought decades of prosperity to the town. Local historian, V. N. “Bud” Phillips, notes that, “there would have been no Bristol had it not been for the coming of the railroad.” The massive brick station that currently stands was constructed in 1902 and is the third building to stand on the site. Once passenger service ended in 1969, the depot was used briefly for shopping and dining but then it stood empty for some years. In 1999, the Romanesque structure was purchased by a foundation and renovated into an events facility.
The great country singer, Jimmie Rodgers began his transition here from itinerant musician and railroad employee to the Father of Country Music when he stepped from a train in 1927 and recorded two songs in a makeshift studio. Those two songs would inspire a recording career that would propel Rodgers into history.
While no longer the scene of dramatic transitions with arrivals and departures, there remain some lingering spirits from those who made dramatic transitions at this spot.
On the platform of the previous depot, a young lady, Emma Tompkins, stood with her travel bag on the morning of May 5, 1887. Her good-for-nothing husband, known as “Big Will,” stood near cajoling her to stay. Emma had spent the previous night, like many nights, alone while her husband caroused among the town’s saloons and brothels. In despair, Emma had finally decided to leave her husband and join her sister in Radford, Virginia.
As she marched herself towards the station, Emma encountered her husband and he followed her to the station platform. As the train pulled into the station, Big Will grabbed the arm of his wife and the couple tumbled onto the track. Emma screamed but it was cut short as the train decapitated her. Her husband was cut in half by the train. Emma’s spirit joined the throng of spirits that already flit through the vast halls of the station.
Bristol Train Station, 2008, by Tim Emerson. Courtesy of Flickr.
One ghost hunting organization somehow determined that some 68 spirits haunt the building. Besides Emma’s wailing spirit, the spirit of a man by the name of Joseph Chalmers King has been known to appear in the building. Dressed in black pants, a white shirt, bowtie and derby hat, the spirit, according to legend, is still waiting on his lost lady-love to arrive. King’s spirit was known to appear when southwestern trains would pull into the depot. His last known appearance was in 1969, when the last southwestern train pulled in.
Throughout the building it still seems there is activity from former railroad passengers. In 2008, the building’s manager clearly heard the main door open followed by footsteps across the great hall. Peering down from a balcony near his office, the manager was unable to see anyone present and was shocked to hear a cough from the invisible being. He also reports the sounds of people talking, coins rattling in an unseen pocket, a clock that always stopped at 8:50 PM and elevators moving without passengers.
The paranormal group, HAUNT Paranormal (Hunting and Understanding National Terrors), investigated the building in 2010, an investigation documented by a reporter from the Bristol Herald Courier. Apparently, the group captured an EVP of a scream, perhaps the same scream that escaped the throat of Emma Tompkins before her neck was severed by the train’s iron wheels.
A 2011 investigation of the train station by Appalachian Truth Seekers was featured on an episode in season four of My Ghost Story: Caught on Camera. The episode concentrates on a few pieces of evidence captured during the investigation. While a few unintelligible EVPs were captured, the most compelling piece of evidence is a video that was captured mostly by accident. One of the investigators was testing out a video camera in what appears to be one of the station’s main halls. In the few seconds of video, a dark figure moves past an upstairs doorway. At the time, none of the investigators or station staff were upstairs.
While investigating the station’s basement, a female investigator was shoved by something that she claims rushed her. After she became angry and told the spirit to stop, an EVP was captured that argues that “I did not do it. Not here, not me.”
While the station has transitioned into its modern usage as an events facility, it seems that the spirits residing there may still be trying to make the transition into the afterlife.
Sources:
~~~~~~~~~~
Appalachian Truth Seekers. “Appalachian Truth Seekers Case—Bristol
Virginia Train Station Summary.” Youtube. 3 December 2011.
“End of the Line.” My Ghost Story: Caught on Camera. Biography Channel.
12 May 2012. Season 4, Episode 6.
Galofaro, Clare. “Ghost hunters gather at Bristol station.” Bristol
Herald Courier. 1 March 2010.
History. Bristol Train Station. Accessed 5 February 2014.
Jimmie Rodgers (country singer). Wikipedia, the Free Encyclopedia. Accessed
5 February 2014.
Phillips, Bud. “History of Bristol.” Bristoltn.org. Accessed 5 February
2014.
Phillips, Bud. “Tragedy at The Depot Claimed Bristol Couple.” Bristol Herald
Courier. 22 March 2009.
Tennis, Joe. Haunts of Virginia’s Blue Ridge Highlands. Charleston, SC:
History Press, 2010.
Virginia Historic Landmarks Commission Staff. National Register of Historic
Places nomination form for the Bristol Union Railway Station. August 1980.
A train pulls into the station on a cold morning. Photo 2013 by
Hunterrr, courtesy of Flickr.
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Date: February 24, 2014 02:04PM
Civil War Field Hospital Wrote:
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> http://autumnforestghosthunter.blogspot.com/2009/0
> 1/fairfax-virginia-green-acres-elementary.html
>
> Sharon, blog name, autum forest, lived in a house
> in Fairfax. I've looked up info. on this house.
> It was a while ago. I'll see if I can find the
> back story on it. If not, go to her blog & try
> to find the location yourself.
>
> This is what Sharon wrote on her site...
>
> I am a ghost hunter who grew up in a Civil War
> field hospital where many unexplainable
> occurrences changed the course of my life. Follow
> me as I toss out theories and mess with your
> thinking. You may not be the same after coming
> here. I plan to open your minds wide about all
> things paranormal
My family moved into Aspen Grove when I was a little toddler. The sights and sounds of the house to me were perfectly normal. Children adapt to realities, like tossing your ball in the air results in it coming back down every time and the sound of a sister screaming at the other sister in another room can be heard through even the thickest walls.
When we first moved in, our family dog, King (a Collie/German Shepherd mix) had some issues with--nothing. My mom would watch the dog growling at the wall, backing off from the center of the room, snapping at something not there, then jumping as if he had been kicked, tail between his legs, howling and rushing off, nearly going through the closed side door. My mother eventually got spooked by his reactions to what seemed to be something he was aware of that she was not. Eventually, King would not come in the house anymore and remained the rest of his 15 years outdoors. We set him up a sweet doggy place in the shed, but he would not go near the inside of the house again
Then, while father was away on his work that took him off in all hours of the night to locations around the country, mom would lie in bed alone and listen. The house seemed to come alive the minute the last person went to bed. Was it settling sounds? Well, nope. One time, father heard it too and commented. She felt great relief.
One day, an old owner of the house visited and lightly mentioned the ghosts. My mother blinked. She was not a believer in ghosts, but the woman explained a story that gave my mother shivers.
"During the Civil War when the home was being used as a field hospital, a young soldier was upstairs in bed when shooting erupted outside. He rushed out without his boots that his parents had given him. He was shot and killed outside. Every night, he still walks the stairs and hall looking for his boots."
My mom, being a closet historian and an art teacher, found some romance in that story and took pity on the soldier. She began to haunt the library and City Hall in search of information about the home's history. I grew up in the dusty records rooms glancing through old soldier's diaries and other books while mother gathered her information.
And, every night I heard him. Booted feet, walking up the stairs, then down the hall to the middle bedroom. He only took a few steps into the bedroom and then in front of the radiator, the board would creak and that was the end of his vigil. As a kid believing my life was being guarded by unseen soldiers, I would turn and whisper to him, "good night." It was a ritual I grew to appreciate until I became a self-conscious adolescent and the thought of a man in my bedroom was kind of creepy. So, I took the end bedroom in the newer part of the house that had no activity.
One night, tired of telling stories of the ghosts and having kids scoff at them, I sat down on the middle of the stairway, turned on my dad's recorder and waited. He started up the stairs. It was the first time I'd been there when it happened and it seemed to go so quickly and then he was on the board I sat on. And, for the first time in all those years, he paused a moment and then continued on. I held my breath and exhaled as he headed down the hall. I realized in that moment that he seemed to have sensed me just enough to stop a moment and wonder before finishing his trek.
It was in that moment one of my theories began and still persists--perhaps they are not the only ghosts; perhaps we are ghosts to them.
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> http://autumnforestghosthunter.blogspot.com/2009/0
> 1/fairfax-virginia-green-acres-elementary.html
>
> Sharon, blog name, autum forest, lived in a house
> in Fairfax. I've looked up info. on this house.
> It was a while ago. I'll see if I can find the
> back story on it. If not, go to her blog & try
> to find the location yourself.
>
> This is what Sharon wrote on her site...
>
> I am a ghost hunter who grew up in a Civil War
> field hospital where many unexplainable
> occurrences changed the course of my life. Follow
> me as I toss out theories and mess with your
> thinking. You may not be the same after coming
> here. I plan to open your minds wide about all
> things paranormal
My family moved into Aspen Grove when I was a little toddler. The sights and sounds of the house to me were perfectly normal. Children adapt to realities, like tossing your ball in the air results in it coming back down every time and the sound of a sister screaming at the other sister in another room can be heard through even the thickest walls.
When we first moved in, our family dog, King (a Collie/German Shepherd mix) had some issues with--nothing. My mom would watch the dog growling at the wall, backing off from the center of the room, snapping at something not there, then jumping as if he had been kicked, tail between his legs, howling and rushing off, nearly going through the closed side door. My mother eventually got spooked by his reactions to what seemed to be something he was aware of that she was not. Eventually, King would not come in the house anymore and remained the rest of his 15 years outdoors. We set him up a sweet doggy place in the shed, but he would not go near the inside of the house again
Then, while father was away on his work that took him off in all hours of the night to locations around the country, mom would lie in bed alone and listen. The house seemed to come alive the minute the last person went to bed. Was it settling sounds? Well, nope. One time, father heard it too and commented. She felt great relief.
One day, an old owner of the house visited and lightly mentioned the ghosts. My mother blinked. She was not a believer in ghosts, but the woman explained a story that gave my mother shivers.
"During the Civil War when the home was being used as a field hospital, a young soldier was upstairs in bed when shooting erupted outside. He rushed out without his boots that his parents had given him. He was shot and killed outside. Every night, he still walks the stairs and hall looking for his boots."
My mom, being a closet historian and an art teacher, found some romance in that story and took pity on the soldier. She began to haunt the library and City Hall in search of information about the home's history. I grew up in the dusty records rooms glancing through old soldier's diaries and other books while mother gathered her information.
And, every night I heard him. Booted feet, walking up the stairs, then down the hall to the middle bedroom. He only took a few steps into the bedroom and then in front of the radiator, the board would creak and that was the end of his vigil. As a kid believing my life was being guarded by unseen soldiers, I would turn and whisper to him, "good night." It was a ritual I grew to appreciate until I became a self-conscious adolescent and the thought of a man in my bedroom was kind of creepy. So, I took the end bedroom in the newer part of the house that had no activity.
One night, tired of telling stories of the ghosts and having kids scoff at them, I sat down on the middle of the stairway, turned on my dad's recorder and waited. He started up the stairs. It was the first time I'd been there when it happened and it seemed to go so quickly and then he was on the board I sat on. And, for the first time in all those years, he paused a moment and then continued on. I held my breath and exhaled as he headed down the hall. I realized in that moment that he seemed to have sensed me just enough to stop a moment and wonder before finishing his trek.
It was in that moment one of my theories began and still persists--perhaps they are not the only ghosts; perhaps we are ghosts to them.
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Whew! I’m glad we’re clear this place is NOT haunted
Posted by:
Funny Real Estate signs
()
Date: February 25, 2014 07:26AM
Whew! I’m glad we’re clear this place is NOT haunted
http://doubtfulnews.com/2014/02/whew-im-glad-were-clear-this-place-is-not-haunted/
Ghosts can be a draw. Some people want to live with them; some, not so much. So, a real estate agent has made this distinction perfectly(?) clear. He posts a sign.
‘Haunted’ real estate signs in New Orleans are grabbers.
http://www.freep.com/usatoday/article/5572685
A New Orleans real estate broker has been getting lots of attention since actor/director/comedian George Takei posted a photo on social media Monday of a real estate sign reading “Not Haunted.”
The signs are an apparent reference to New Orleans’ unofficial title as the most or one of the most haunted cities in America.
He says he thought what better way to edge out the competition than with creating a buzz about ghosts. All the signs say “Haunted” and “Not Haunted” because Shelnutt was once a bond broker and believes in hedging his bets, he says.
“Ghost tours is a very large business in the (French) Quarter – very large. I mean extremely large. You can’t imagine,” Shelnutt said. “Thousands of people a night doing ghost tours. It’s, like, real big.”
Shelnutt should know. He also is owner of French Quarter History & Ghostbuster Tours, a company that offers walking tours of French Quarter haunted spots.
Attachments:
http://doubtfulnews.com/2014/02/whew-im-glad-were-clear-this-place-is-not-haunted/
Ghosts can be a draw. Some people want to live with them; some, not so much. So, a real estate agent has made this distinction perfectly(?) clear. He posts a sign.
‘Haunted’ real estate signs in New Orleans are grabbers.
http://www.freep.com/usatoday/article/5572685
A New Orleans real estate broker has been getting lots of attention since actor/director/comedian George Takei posted a photo on social media Monday of a real estate sign reading “Not Haunted.”
The signs are an apparent reference to New Orleans’ unofficial title as the most or one of the most haunted cities in America.
He says he thought what better way to edge out the competition than with creating a buzz about ghosts. All the signs say “Haunted” and “Not Haunted” because Shelnutt was once a bond broker and believes in hedging his bets, he says.
“Ghost tours is a very large business in the (French) Quarter – very large. I mean extremely large. You can’t imagine,” Shelnutt said. “Thousands of people a night doing ghost tours. It’s, like, real big.”
Shelnutt should know. He also is owner of French Quarter History & Ghostbuster Tours, a company that offers walking tours of French Quarter haunted spots.
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Re: Whew! I’m glad we’re clear this place is NOT haunted
Posted by:
long haul trucker
()
Date: February 27, 2014 08:09AM
I've been having trouble sleeping & when I do I toss and turn. For years I was a long haul trucker. In December of 2004, I had a delivery in Winchester, Virginia and a second stop in Washington, D.C. At my first stop I was delayed and didn't get unloaded until after 2:00 AM. I left Winchester heading east on Highway 7. Around 2:30 I came to the intersection of Highway & and Route 601 near Bluemont. At a gas station, I pulled in to check my map of Washington in anticipation of my delivery. The station was closed at that hour. There was virtually no traffic going by and it was a cold, moonless night. While I was sitting there, someone knocked on my door, startling me. I jumped and turned off my interior light so I could see outside and rolled down my window.
A man was standing there in an airline flight crew uniform. He had four stripes on his shoulder epaulets indicating a Captain. He was without a jacket on a very cold morning. He climbed up on the step of my cab. He smelled like he had bathed in kerosene. When he got close to my face, I could see that his cap had the TWA insignia on it.
"Could you give me a lift?" he asked in a voice that seemed raspy. I assumed it was from the cold. I was really taken off guard. It was odd. I was in a dark, rural area on a freezing night being asked by an airline pilot wearing short sleeves for a ride. I asked him where he was headed.
"I work for TWA. I gotta get to Dulles to work a flight, please give me a ride, I'll pay you," he responded.
"Well, how about I give you a ride to the next open store where you can call a cab?" I offered.
"Okay, thank you, thank you," he mumbled. "He said that we could descend..."
I didn't know what he was talking about but I didn't want the guy to freeze out there. "Go around and get in," I instructed.
He climbed down and shuffled around the front of the truck. When he passed the first light, I was struck by the fact that he seemed to have long sideburns, a la Elvis. When he continued on to the right, he totally vanished. I don't mean faded away; he just ceased to exist.
I jumped down out of the truck and looked all around with a flashlight, even under the truck. He was just disappeared. As I continued on toward Washington, I remembered something odd. TWA had gone out of business over two years ago. What was going on, I wondered, totally perplexed and shaken by the experience.
When I got home, I did some online research. What I found has totally turned my beliefs upside down. I've always thought that ghost stories were hokum, but with what I learned, I'm no longer sure.
It turns out that on December 1, 1974 a TWA Boeing 727, Flight 514, descended prematurely through a low cloud deck and slammed into a rocky outcropping on Mount Weather,VA. The aircraft disintegrated with all 92 people on board killed. The flight had originated in Columbus, Ohio and was supposed to land at Washington National Airport. It was diverted to Washington's other airport, Dulles International, because high winds had closed National. According to cockpit voice and flight data recordings, the crew mistakenly believed that air traffic controllers had cleared them to descend to 1800 feet from their previous altitude fix of 7000 feet. This error, combined with strong downdrafts, caused the aircraft to hit the mountain at 1670 feet above sea level. At the last second they broke out of the overcast only to see the rocky and snow covered mountain looming in their windscreen. The captain's last words to his co-pilot were, "Get some power on!" just moments before the recording abruptly ceased.
The place of impact was less than a mile south of where I encountered whoever, or whatever, it was that I saw almost exactly thirty years later. I don't want to definitely say it was an ghost but the fact remains that there was someone who appeared to be an airline pilot with a very dated hairstyle wearing a uniform of a defunct business.
I no longer am a trucker, but this has troubled me for years. If anyone would have any insight into this, I'd appreciate your help. Thank you.
A man was standing there in an airline flight crew uniform. He had four stripes on his shoulder epaulets indicating a Captain. He was without a jacket on a very cold morning. He climbed up on the step of my cab. He smelled like he had bathed in kerosene. When he got close to my face, I could see that his cap had the TWA insignia on it.
"Could you give me a lift?" he asked in a voice that seemed raspy. I assumed it was from the cold. I was really taken off guard. It was odd. I was in a dark, rural area on a freezing night being asked by an airline pilot wearing short sleeves for a ride. I asked him where he was headed.
"I work for TWA. I gotta get to Dulles to work a flight, please give me a ride, I'll pay you," he responded.
"Well, how about I give you a ride to the next open store where you can call a cab?" I offered.
"Okay, thank you, thank you," he mumbled. "He said that we could descend..."
I didn't know what he was talking about but I didn't want the guy to freeze out there. "Go around and get in," I instructed.
He climbed down and shuffled around the front of the truck. When he passed the first light, I was struck by the fact that he seemed to have long sideburns, a la Elvis. When he continued on to the right, he totally vanished. I don't mean faded away; he just ceased to exist.
I jumped down out of the truck and looked all around with a flashlight, even under the truck. He was just disappeared. As I continued on toward Washington, I remembered something odd. TWA had gone out of business over two years ago. What was going on, I wondered, totally perplexed and shaken by the experience.
When I got home, I did some online research. What I found has totally turned my beliefs upside down. I've always thought that ghost stories were hokum, but with what I learned, I'm no longer sure.
It turns out that on December 1, 1974 a TWA Boeing 727, Flight 514, descended prematurely through a low cloud deck and slammed into a rocky outcropping on Mount Weather,VA. The aircraft disintegrated with all 92 people on board killed. The flight had originated in Columbus, Ohio and was supposed to land at Washington National Airport. It was diverted to Washington's other airport, Dulles International, because high winds had closed National. According to cockpit voice and flight data recordings, the crew mistakenly believed that air traffic controllers had cleared them to descend to 1800 feet from their previous altitude fix of 7000 feet. This error, combined with strong downdrafts, caused the aircraft to hit the mountain at 1670 feet above sea level. At the last second they broke out of the overcast only to see the rocky and snow covered mountain looming in their windscreen. The captain's last words to his co-pilot were, "Get some power on!" just moments before the recording abruptly ceased.
The place of impact was less than a mile south of where I encountered whoever, or whatever, it was that I saw almost exactly thirty years later. I don't want to definitely say it was an ghost but the fact remains that there was someone who appeared to be an airline pilot with a very dated hairstyle wearing a uniform of a defunct business.
I no longer am a trucker, but this has troubled me for years. If anyone would have any insight into this, I'd appreciate your help. Thank you.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Paul the drywall guy
()
Date: March 02, 2014 03:11AM
There is a haunted apartment in Oakton I once owned. I had a cabinet dresser
In the laundry room with those handles that can be swung up and down
It happened a couple of nights when the handles to the drawers would
Go off by themselves. I would be so scared that I would take my baseball
Bat across the hall to check it out. Once I turn on the lights nothing
Would be there. Another occasion was my car keys and my books.
My keys were set on top of my books which were lying on top of
My kitchen counter. I had set them there for just a moment to grab something
From another room before leaving and found my keys to be moved, specifically on top of the refrigerator. One time walking out of the shower I noticed a pair of small feet that seemed to belong to a child that ran into the bathroom wall. All I saw were grey feet. After that I literally slept at a friends home for about 3 weeks. I have sold the property since and have not had I incident. I can say that the apartment I owned in Oakton was haunted. I have not been back there in 7 years.
In the laundry room with those handles that can be swung up and down
It happened a couple of nights when the handles to the drawers would
Go off by themselves. I would be so scared that I would take my baseball
Bat across the hall to check it out. Once I turn on the lights nothing
Would be there. Another occasion was my car keys and my books.
My keys were set on top of my books which were lying on top of
My kitchen counter. I had set them there for just a moment to grab something
From another room before leaving and found my keys to be moved, specifically on top of the refrigerator. One time walking out of the shower I noticed a pair of small feet that seemed to belong to a child that ran into the bathroom wall. All I saw were grey feet. After that I literally slept at a friends home for about 3 weeks. I have sold the property since and have not had I incident. I can say that the apartment I owned in Oakton was haunted. I have not been back there in 7 years.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Mbmpc
()
Date: March 02, 2014 04:23AM
Paul the drywall guy Wrote:
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> There is a haunted apartment in Oakton I once
> owned. I had a cabinet dresser
> In the laundry room with those handles that can be
> swung up and down
> It happened a couple of nights when the handles to
> the drawers would
> Go off by themselves. I would be so scared that I
> would take my baseball
> Bat across the hall to check it out. Once I turn
> on the lights nothing
> Would be there. Another occasion was my car keys
> and my books.
> My keys were set on top of my books which were
> lying on top of
> My kitchen counter. I had set them there for just
> a moment to grab something
> From another room before leaving and found my keys
> to be moved, specifically on top of the
> refrigerator. One time walking out of the shower
> I noticed a pair of small feet that seemed to
> belong to a child that ran into the bathroom wall.
> All I saw were grey feet. After that I literally
> slept at a friends home for about 3 weeks. I have
> sold the property since and have not had I
> incident. I can say that the apartment I owned in
> Oakton was haunted. I have not been back there
> in 7 years.
Cool story! What part of Oakton Paul?
-------------------------------------------------------
> There is a haunted apartment in Oakton I once
> owned. I had a cabinet dresser
> In the laundry room with those handles that can be
> swung up and down
> It happened a couple of nights when the handles to
> the drawers would
> Go off by themselves. I would be so scared that I
> would take my baseball
> Bat across the hall to check it out. Once I turn
> on the lights nothing
> Would be there. Another occasion was my car keys
> and my books.
> My keys were set on top of my books which were
> lying on top of
> My kitchen counter. I had set them there for just
> a moment to grab something
> From another room before leaving and found my keys
> to be moved, specifically on top of the
> refrigerator. One time walking out of the shower
> I noticed a pair of small feet that seemed to
> belong to a child that ran into the bathroom wall.
> All I saw were grey feet. After that I literally
> slept at a friends home for about 3 weeks. I have
> sold the property since and have not had I
> incident. I can say that the apartment I owned in
> Oakton was haunted. I have not been back there
> in 7 years.
Cool story! What part of Oakton Paul?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Paul the drywall man
()
Date: March 02, 2014 12:32PM
It is about a mile from Oakton highschool going towards chain ridge road.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Night owl
()
Date: March 02, 2014 12:51PM
I can tell you what happened to me. I was literally asking for this
Experience every night I used to go out at night to DC. Every time I went out I was always the designated driver so I was the sober one. Every night after going out and dropping off friends and family I would go to Arlington Cemetary. The only time I would not go is when it rained. I used to park near the Korean memorial and walk past the raising of the flag statue until I got to the brick wall. I hop over the wall and I was in the Cemetary. On a handful of occasions I would go all the way up to Robert E Lee's home. I used to dream about this place as a kid and always had a peaceful feeling about the place so I would walk over to the outdoor auditorium next to the house because there are two. The other is larger and newer with the tomb of the unknown, but I stay around the original. Well I would sit or lay around there until the sun would come up and discreetly leave, but what ended up happening these handful of time was voices. I heard two or more people having conversations around there, but it sounded like a friendly one and I never felt threatened.
Experience every night I used to go out at night to DC. Every time I went out I was always the designated driver so I was the sober one. Every night after going out and dropping off friends and family I would go to Arlington Cemetary. The only time I would not go is when it rained. I used to park near the Korean memorial and walk past the raising of the flag statue until I got to the brick wall. I hop over the wall and I was in the Cemetary. On a handful of occasions I would go all the way up to Robert E Lee's home. I used to dream about this place as a kid and always had a peaceful feeling about the place so I would walk over to the outdoor auditorium next to the house because there are two. The other is larger and newer with the tomb of the unknown, but I stay around the original. Well I would sit or lay around there until the sun would come up and discreetly leave, but what ended up happening these handful of time was voices. I heard two or more people having conversations around there, but it sounded like a friendly one and I never felt threatened.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Mbmpc
()
Date: March 02, 2014 02:36PM
Mbmpc Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Paul the drywall guy Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > There is a haunted apartment in Oakton I once
> > owned. I had a cabinet dresser
> > In the laundry room with those handles that can
> be
> > swung up and down
> > It happened a couple of nights when the handles
> to
> > the drawers would
> > Go off by themselves. I would be so scared that
> I
> > would take my baseball
> > Bat across the hall to check it out. Once I
> turn
> > on the lights nothing
> > Would be there. Another occasion was my car
> keys
> > and my books.
> > My keys were set on top of my books which were
> > lying on top of
> > My kitchen counter. I had set them there for
> just
> > a moment to grab something
> > From another room before leaving and found my
> keys
> > to be moved, specifically on top of the
> > refrigerator. One time walking out of the
> shower
> > I noticed a pair of small feet that seemed to
> > belong to a child that ran into the bathroom
> wall.
> > All I saw were grey feet. After that I
> literally
> > slept at a friends home for about 3 weeks. I
> have
> > sold the property since and have not had I
> > incident. I can say that the apartment I owned
> in
> > Oakton was haunted. I have not been back
> there
> > in 7 years.
>
> Cool story! What part of Oakton Paul?
Oh yes, I know that area well. I went to Oakton HS back in the 80's. I had a few friends that experienced some hauntings in the area, but nothing quite as scary as your experiences. There's actually another on it here...
Does anybody know of any ghost stories or haunted areas in the Vienna/Oakton area? There is mention of the hauntings at the apartment complex on Appalachian drive...
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/879497/902205.html#msg-902205
-------------------------------------------------------
> Paul the drywall guy Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > There is a haunted apartment in Oakton I once
> > owned. I had a cabinet dresser
> > In the laundry room with those handles that can
> be
> > swung up and down
> > It happened a couple of nights when the handles
> to
> > the drawers would
> > Go off by themselves. I would be so scared that
> I
> > would take my baseball
> > Bat across the hall to check it out. Once I
> turn
> > on the lights nothing
> > Would be there. Another occasion was my car
> keys
> > and my books.
> > My keys were set on top of my books which were
> > lying on top of
> > My kitchen counter. I had set them there for
> just
> > a moment to grab something
> > From another room before leaving and found my
> keys
> > to be moved, specifically on top of the
> > refrigerator. One time walking out of the
> shower
> > I noticed a pair of small feet that seemed to
> > belong to a child that ran into the bathroom
> wall.
> > All I saw were grey feet. After that I
> literally
> > slept at a friends home for about 3 weeks. I
> have
> > sold the property since and have not had I
> > incident. I can say that the apartment I owned
> in
> > Oakton was haunted. I have not been back
> there
> > in 7 years.
>
> Cool story! What part of Oakton Paul?
Oh yes, I know that area well. I went to Oakton HS back in the 80's. I had a few friends that experienced some hauntings in the area, but nothing quite as scary as your experiences. There's actually another on it here...
Does anybody know of any ghost stories or haunted areas in the Vienna/Oakton area? There is mention of the hauntings at the apartment complex on Appalachian drive...
http://www.fairfaxunderground.com/forum/read/2/879497/902205.html#msg-902205
Re: Whew! I’m glad we’re clear this place is NOT haunted
Posted by:
Flight 514 info
()
Date: March 03, 2014 08:23AM
long haul trucker Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> I've been having trouble sleeping & when I do I
> toss and turn. For years I was a long haul
> trucker. In December of 2004, I had a delivery in
> Winchester, Virginia and a second stop in
> Washington, D.C. At my first stop I was delayed
> and didn't get unloaded until after 2:00 AM. I
> left Winchester heading east on Highway 7. Around
> 2:30 I came to the intersection of Highway & and
> Route 601 near Bluemont. At a gas station, I
> pulled in to check my map of Washington in
> anticipation of my delivery. The station was
> closed at that hour. There was virtually no
> traffic going by and it was a cold, moonless
> night. While I was sitting there, someone knocked
> on my door, startling me. I jumped and turned off
> my interior light so I could see outside and
> rolled down my window.
>
> A man was standing there in an airline flight crew
> uniform. He had four stripes on his shoulder
> epaulets indicating a Captain. He was without a
> jacket on a very cold morning. He climbed up on
> the step of my cab. He smelled like he had bathed
> in kerosene. When he got close to my face, I could
> see that his cap had the TWA insignia on it.
>
> "Could you give me a lift?" he asked in a voice
> that seemed raspy. I assumed it was from the cold.
> I was really taken off guard. It was odd. I was in
> a dark, rural area on a freezing night being asked
> by an airline pilot wearing short sleeves for a
> ride. I asked him where he was headed.
>
> "I work for TWA. I gotta get to Dulles to work a
> flight, please give me a ride, I'll pay you," he
> responded.
>
> "Well, how about I give you a ride to the next
> open store where you can call a cab?" I offered.
>
> "Okay, thank you, thank you," he mumbled. "He said
> that we could descend..."
>
> I didn't know what he was talking about but I
> didn't want the guy to freeze out there. "Go
> around and get in," I instructed.
>
> He climbed down and shuffled around the front of
> the truck. When he passed the first light, I was
> struck by the fact that he seemed to have long
> sideburns, a la Elvis. When he continued on to the
> right, he totally vanished. I don't mean faded
> away; he just ceased to exist.
>
> I jumped down out of the truck and looked all
> around with a flashlight, even under the truck. He
> was just disappeared. As I continued on toward
> Washington, I remembered something odd. TWA had
> gone out of business over two years ago. What was
> going on, I wondered, totally perplexed and shaken
> by the experience.
>
> When I got home, I did some online research. What
> I found has totally turned my beliefs upside down.
> I've always thought that ghost stories were hokum,
> but with what I learned, I'm no longer sure.
>
> It turns out that on December 1, 1974 a TWA Boeing
> 727, Flight 514, descended prematurely through a
> low cloud deck and slammed into a rocky
> outcropping on Mount Weather,VA. The aircraft
> disintegrated with all 92 people on board killed.
> The flight had originated in Columbus, Ohio and
> was supposed to land at Washington National
> Airport. It was diverted to Washington's other
> airport, Dulles International, because high winds
> had closed National. According to cockpit voice
> and flight data recordings, the crew mistakenly
> believed that air traffic controllers had cleared
> them to descend to 1800 feet from their previous
> altitude fix of 7000 feet. This error, combined
> with strong downdrafts, caused the aircraft to hit
> the mountain at 1670 feet above sea level. At the
> last second they broke out of the overcast only to
> see the rocky and snow covered mountain looming in
> their windscreen. The captain's last words to his
> co-pilot were, "Get some power on!" just moments
> before the recording abruptly ceased.
>
> The place of impact was less than a mile south of
> where I encountered whoever, or whatever, it was
> that I saw almost exactly thirty years later. I
> don't want to definitely say it was an ghost but
> the fact remains that there was someone who
> appeared to be an airline pilot with a very dated
> hairstyle wearing a uniform of a defunct
> business.
>
> I no longer am a trucker, but this has troubled me
> for years. If anyone would have any insight into
> this, I'd appreciate your help. Thank you.
TWA Flight 514
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TWA_Flight_514
TWA Flight 514, registration N54328, was a Boeing 727-231 en route from Indianapolis, Indiana, and Columbus, Ohio, to Washington Dulles International that crashed into Mount Weather, Virginia, on December 1, 1974. All 85 passengers and 7 crew members were killed.[1]
The flight was originally destined for Washington National Airport. However, the plane diverted to Dulles when high crosswinds, east at 28 knots and gusting to 49, prevented safe operations on the main north-south runway at Washington National. The flight was being vectored for a non-precision instrument approach to runway 12 at Dulles. Air traffic controllers cleared the flight down to 7,000 feet (2,100 m) before clearing them for the approach while not on a published segment.
The jetliner began a descent to 1,800 feet (550 m) shown on the first checkpoint for the published approach. The data recorder indicated there was some confusion in the cockpit over whether they were still under a radar controlled approach segment which would allow them to descend safely. After reaching 1,800 feet (550 m) there were some 100-to-200-foot (30 to 60 m) altitude deviations which the flight crew discussed as encountering heavy downdrafts and reduced visibility in snow. The plane impacted the west slope of Mount Weather at 1,670 feet (509 m) above sea level at approximately 230 knots (430 km/h; 260 mph). The wreckage was contained within an area about 900 feet long and 200 feet wide. The evidence of first impact was trees whose tops were cut off about 70 feet above the ground. The elevation at the base of the trees was 1,605 feet. The wreckage path was oriented along a line 118 degrees magnetic. Calculations indicated that the left wing went down about 6 degrees as the aircraft passed through the trees and the aircraft was descending at an angle of about 1 degree. After about 500 feet of travel through the trees, the aircraft struck a rock outcropping at an elevation of about 1,675 feet. Numerous heavy components of the aircraft were thrown forward of the outcropping. Numerous intense post-impact fires were located, and extinguished. The mountain's summit is at 1,754 feet (535 m).[2]
The accident investigation board was split in its decision as to whether the flight crew or Air Traffic Control were responsible. The majority absolved the controllers as the plane was not on a published approach segment. The dissenting opinion was that the flight had been radar vectored. Terminology between pilots and controllers differed without either group being aware of the discrepancy. It was common practice at the time for controllers to release a flight to its own navigation with "Cleared for the approach," and flight crews commonly believed that was also authorization to descend to the altitude at which the final segment of the approach began. No clear indication had been given by controllers to Flight 514 that they were no longer on a radar vector segment and therefore responsible for their own navigation. Procedures were clarified after this accident. Controllers now state, "Maintain (specified altitude) until established on a portion of the approach," and pilots now understand that previously assigned altitudes prevail until an altitude change is authorized on the published approach segment the aircraft is currently flying. Ground proximity detection equipment was also mandated for the airlines.
During the NTSB investigation, it was discovered that a United Airlines flight had very narrowly escaped the same fate during the same approach and at the same location only six weeks prior.
The flight is also of note in that the accident drew undesired attention to the Mount Weather facility, which was the linchpin of plans implemented by the United States to ensure continuity of government in the event of a nuclear war. The crash did not damage the facility, since most of its features were underground. Only the facility's underground main phone line was severed, with service to the complex being restored by C&P Telephone within 2½ hours after the crash.
The crash, its aftermath, and its repercussions are the subject of the 1977 book Sound of Impact: The Legacy of TWA Flight 514 by Adam Shaw. TWA Flight 514 is also mentioned in the closing of the second chapter of Mark Oliver Everett's book Things the Grandchildren Should Know.
This was one of two Boeing 727s to crash in the United States that day; the other was Northwest Airlines Flight 6231.
U.S. Congressman Andy Jacobs was almost on the flight, but elected not to pay the $20 seat upgrade charge and decided to take another flight back to Washington. One of his staffers was killed on the flight.
Approx Dec 1975; looking west from road and then east from the road...
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> I've been having trouble sleeping & when I do I
> toss and turn. For years I was a long haul
> trucker. In December of 2004, I had a delivery in
> Winchester, Virginia and a second stop in
> Washington, D.C. At my first stop I was delayed
> and didn't get unloaded until after 2:00 AM. I
> left Winchester heading east on Highway 7. Around
> 2:30 I came to the intersection of Highway & and
> Route 601 near Bluemont. At a gas station, I
> pulled in to check my map of Washington in
> anticipation of my delivery. The station was
> closed at that hour. There was virtually no
> traffic going by and it was a cold, moonless
> night. While I was sitting there, someone knocked
> on my door, startling me. I jumped and turned off
> my interior light so I could see outside and
> rolled down my window.
>
> A man was standing there in an airline flight crew
> uniform. He had four stripes on his shoulder
> epaulets indicating a Captain. He was without a
> jacket on a very cold morning. He climbed up on
> the step of my cab. He smelled like he had bathed
> in kerosene. When he got close to my face, I could
> see that his cap had the TWA insignia on it.
>
> "Could you give me a lift?" he asked in a voice
> that seemed raspy. I assumed it was from the cold.
> I was really taken off guard. It was odd. I was in
> a dark, rural area on a freezing night being asked
> by an airline pilot wearing short sleeves for a
> ride. I asked him where he was headed.
>
> "I work for TWA. I gotta get to Dulles to work a
> flight, please give me a ride, I'll pay you," he
> responded.
>
> "Well, how about I give you a ride to the next
> open store where you can call a cab?" I offered.
>
> "Okay, thank you, thank you," he mumbled. "He said
> that we could descend..."
>
> I didn't know what he was talking about but I
> didn't want the guy to freeze out there. "Go
> around and get in," I instructed.
>
> He climbed down and shuffled around the front of
> the truck. When he passed the first light, I was
> struck by the fact that he seemed to have long
> sideburns, a la Elvis. When he continued on to the
> right, he totally vanished. I don't mean faded
> away; he just ceased to exist.
>
> I jumped down out of the truck and looked all
> around with a flashlight, even under the truck. He
> was just disappeared. As I continued on toward
> Washington, I remembered something odd. TWA had
> gone out of business over two years ago. What was
> going on, I wondered, totally perplexed and shaken
> by the experience.
>
> When I got home, I did some online research. What
> I found has totally turned my beliefs upside down.
> I've always thought that ghost stories were hokum,
> but with what I learned, I'm no longer sure.
>
> It turns out that on December 1, 1974 a TWA Boeing
> 727, Flight 514, descended prematurely through a
> low cloud deck and slammed into a rocky
> outcropping on Mount Weather,VA. The aircraft
> disintegrated with all 92 people on board killed.
> The flight had originated in Columbus, Ohio and
> was supposed to land at Washington National
> Airport. It was diverted to Washington's other
> airport, Dulles International, because high winds
> had closed National. According to cockpit voice
> and flight data recordings, the crew mistakenly
> believed that air traffic controllers had cleared
> them to descend to 1800 feet from their previous
> altitude fix of 7000 feet. This error, combined
> with strong downdrafts, caused the aircraft to hit
> the mountain at 1670 feet above sea level. At the
> last second they broke out of the overcast only to
> see the rocky and snow covered mountain looming in
> their windscreen. The captain's last words to his
> co-pilot were, "Get some power on!" just moments
> before the recording abruptly ceased.
>
> The place of impact was less than a mile south of
> where I encountered whoever, or whatever, it was
> that I saw almost exactly thirty years later. I
> don't want to definitely say it was an ghost but
> the fact remains that there was someone who
> appeared to be an airline pilot with a very dated
> hairstyle wearing a uniform of a defunct
> business.
>
> I no longer am a trucker, but this has troubled me
> for years. If anyone would have any insight into
> this, I'd appreciate your help. Thank you.
TWA Flight 514
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/TWA_Flight_514
TWA Flight 514, registration N54328, was a Boeing 727-231 en route from Indianapolis, Indiana, and Columbus, Ohio, to Washington Dulles International that crashed into Mount Weather, Virginia, on December 1, 1974. All 85 passengers and 7 crew members were killed.[1]
The flight was originally destined for Washington National Airport. However, the plane diverted to Dulles when high crosswinds, east at 28 knots and gusting to 49, prevented safe operations on the main north-south runway at Washington National. The flight was being vectored for a non-precision instrument approach to runway 12 at Dulles. Air traffic controllers cleared the flight down to 7,000 feet (2,100 m) before clearing them for the approach while not on a published segment.
The jetliner began a descent to 1,800 feet (550 m) shown on the first checkpoint for the published approach. The data recorder indicated there was some confusion in the cockpit over whether they were still under a radar controlled approach segment which would allow them to descend safely. After reaching 1,800 feet (550 m) there were some 100-to-200-foot (30 to 60 m) altitude deviations which the flight crew discussed as encountering heavy downdrafts and reduced visibility in snow. The plane impacted the west slope of Mount Weather at 1,670 feet (509 m) above sea level at approximately 230 knots (430 km/h; 260 mph). The wreckage was contained within an area about 900 feet long and 200 feet wide. The evidence of first impact was trees whose tops were cut off about 70 feet above the ground. The elevation at the base of the trees was 1,605 feet. The wreckage path was oriented along a line 118 degrees magnetic. Calculations indicated that the left wing went down about 6 degrees as the aircraft passed through the trees and the aircraft was descending at an angle of about 1 degree. After about 500 feet of travel through the trees, the aircraft struck a rock outcropping at an elevation of about 1,675 feet. Numerous heavy components of the aircraft were thrown forward of the outcropping. Numerous intense post-impact fires were located, and extinguished. The mountain's summit is at 1,754 feet (535 m).[2]
The accident investigation board was split in its decision as to whether the flight crew or Air Traffic Control were responsible. The majority absolved the controllers as the plane was not on a published approach segment. The dissenting opinion was that the flight had been radar vectored. Terminology between pilots and controllers differed without either group being aware of the discrepancy. It was common practice at the time for controllers to release a flight to its own navigation with "Cleared for the approach," and flight crews commonly believed that was also authorization to descend to the altitude at which the final segment of the approach began. No clear indication had been given by controllers to Flight 514 that they were no longer on a radar vector segment and therefore responsible for their own navigation. Procedures were clarified after this accident. Controllers now state, "Maintain (specified altitude) until established on a portion of the approach," and pilots now understand that previously assigned altitudes prevail until an altitude change is authorized on the published approach segment the aircraft is currently flying. Ground proximity detection equipment was also mandated for the airlines.
During the NTSB investigation, it was discovered that a United Airlines flight had very narrowly escaped the same fate during the same approach and at the same location only six weeks prior.
The flight is also of note in that the accident drew undesired attention to the Mount Weather facility, which was the linchpin of plans implemented by the United States to ensure continuity of government in the event of a nuclear war. The crash did not damage the facility, since most of its features were underground. Only the facility's underground main phone line was severed, with service to the complex being restored by C&P Telephone within 2½ hours after the crash.
The crash, its aftermath, and its repercussions are the subject of the 1977 book Sound of Impact: The Legacy of TWA Flight 514 by Adam Shaw. TWA Flight 514 is also mentioned in the closing of the second chapter of Mark Oliver Everett's book Things the Grandchildren Should Know.
This was one of two Boeing 727s to crash in the United States that day; the other was Northwest Airlines Flight 6231.
U.S. Congressman Andy Jacobs was almost on the flight, but elected not to pay the $20 seat upgrade charge and decided to take another flight back to Washington. One of his staffers was killed on the flight.
Approx Dec 1975; looking west from road and then east from the road...
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Castlewood
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Date: March 03, 2014 10:24AM
Not in Fairfax but in Castlewood VA. I thought it might be of interest to those in the discussion. I have a 5th great grandfather was given a land grant from the king of England back in the mid 1700s. He built a 2-story log house, and the foundation is still there, but another house was built on the same location. The log cabin served as a fort when the Cherokee Indians would attack. The settlers would meet at the house to fight off the Indians. I got my PhD in Parapsychology and in 1999 I went to this house, my fifth cousin lives on the property. The grave yard belongs to the Historical Society and all my relatives are buried there. All my brothers and sisters are clairvoyant, and I have spent the night there on many occasions.
I see my 5th great grandfather on the second floor walking around. His bed is still there and my sister slept in the bed at the time she stayed there. She awoke one night to see him standing at the foot of the bed. Naturally we are not afraid of him or the spirits that we encounter. You hear voices and doors open and close and someone walking up and down on the stairs. I have found Indian artifacts on the property like Indian arrow heads, and most of them had blood markings on them. The whole farm is haunted. Let me add that no one is allowed on the property and the police will be there in seconds.
I see my 5th great grandfather on the second floor walking around. His bed is still there and my sister slept in the bed at the time she stayed there. She awoke one night to see him standing at the foot of the bed. Naturally we are not afraid of him or the spirits that we encounter. You hear voices and doors open and close and someone walking up and down on the stairs. I have found Indian artifacts on the property like Indian arrow heads, and most of them had blood markings on them. The whole farm is haunted. Let me add that no one is allowed on the property and the police will be there in seconds.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
ghosts of dryden
()
Date: March 03, 2014 10:30AM
I'm from Dryden in southern virginia and we have alot of ghosts creeping about here. ghosts from the revolution and civil wars are commonly seen in areas around our area.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
nuJth
()
Date: March 03, 2014 10:40AM
ghosts of dryden Wrote:
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> I'm from Dryden in southern virginia and we have
> alot of ghosts creeping about here. ghosts from
> the revolution and civil wars are commonly seen in
> areas around our area.
Well don't keep us in suspense, share the stories!
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> I'm from Dryden in southern virginia and we have
> alot of ghosts creeping about here. ghosts from
> the revolution and civil wars are commonly seen in
> areas around our area.
Well don't keep us in suspense, share the stories!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
ghosts of dryden
()
Date: March 03, 2014 10:43AM
nuJth Wrote:
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> ghosts of dryden Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I'm from Dryden in southern virginia and we
> have
> > alot of ghosts creeping about here. ghosts from
> > the revolution and civil wars are commonly seen
> in
> > areas around our area.
>
> Well don't keep us in suspense, share the stories!
In Dryden there is a real headless horseman, it's not just a story around here. They say that he is a man that was in the army, that he lived in 1775 and lost his life during a fight with some Indians. And on a cool clear night you can see him riding his horse holding his sword, and if you are walking he will chase you, and if you can make it out of Dryden you are safe.
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> ghosts of dryden Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I'm from Dryden in southern virginia and we
> have
> > alot of ghosts creeping about here. ghosts from
> > the revolution and civil wars are commonly seen
> in
> > areas around our area.
>
> Well don't keep us in suspense, share the stories!
In Dryden there is a real headless horseman, it's not just a story around here. They say that he is a man that was in the army, that he lived in 1775 and lost his life during a fight with some Indians. And on a cool clear night you can see him riding his horse holding his sword, and if you are walking he will chase you, and if you can make it out of Dryden you are safe.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
ghosts of dryden
()
Date: March 03, 2014 11:05AM
In Dryden there is a woman that walks the roads dressed in red. When you pick her up she just looks out the window, and says take me home. When you say where she says down next to R&R. When you go down that way you have to go past a graveyard, when you're by it she says thank you and then she's gone. This has happened for a lot of years here in Dryden. I heard that she was just recently seen again.
Ghost Fleet haunts the James River
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Ghost Fleet haunts the James Rvr
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Date: March 03, 2014 11:12AM
Ghost Fleet haunts the James River
By Scott Harper
The Virginian-Pilot
http://hamptonroads.com/2010/10/ghost-fleet-haunts-james-river
ON THE JAMES RIVER
Armed with a pot of chili, some cameras and a notebook, we set out in a 36-foot power boat amid sunshine and fair seas Thursday afternoon in search of any spirits that might be hiding within the Ghost Fleet.
Formally known as the James River Reserve Fleet, this collection of creaky ships is the epitome of spookiness, an ideal set for a Hollywood horror show: empty hulks anchored alone and far from shore, abandoned corridors, greasy engine rooms in pitch-black, rust stains like dripping blood, frayed ropes that resemble Spanish moss swaying in the breeze.
With Halloween approaching, it seemed the perfect place to camp out and experience at night.
So we did, four of us: myself, a photographer, our captain, and a curious friend looking for adventure. The government caretaker of the Ghost Fleet, the U.S. Maritime Administration, agreed to let us spend the night on the river, but required we stay at least 500 feet away from the ships, for safety reasons. Beneath the fleet, there are underwater power cables and anchor lines that criss-cross the bottom of the James like a spider web - dangers to be avoided.
We parked in a sheltered corner of the fleet, near a lonely cargo ship named the Cape Ann, which stood silently by herself. The other ships are lashed together in groups of two, three or five, head to tail, like sardines in a can.
Some of the windows on the Cape Ann's bridge were broken out and we joked about the prospects of seeing a pale creepy face peek out around midnight.
We had arrived at the fleet, off Fort Eustis in Newport News, just before sunset. The sky was a spectacular pink when we noticed something weird - our first weird thing of the trip. The sunset was beaming light at just the right angle to color two of the Cape Ann's windows red, like two angry eyes peering at us.
It was like those red eyes in the demon-possessed house in "The Amityville Horror."
Our photographer went nuts, capturing frame after frame. Within minutes, though, the pink light changed angle and the windows went black and lifeless. The eyes had closed.
The James River Reserve Fleet has been a source of fascination, history and lore for decades. Its roots trace to 1919, just after World War I, when the Navy and Merchant Marine began mothballing their surplus ships within the river, not sure where else to put them.
At its peak, following World War II, the fleet held more than 700 ships, stretching in a line almost to Norfolk.
In the years since, disposing of those vessels deemed useless and obsolete became an exercise in imagination: the Korean War took a few, and others were spot-welded into giant paperweights for atomic bomb testing in the Pacific. The Navy practiced underwater demolition on some, and laws were passed allowing states to take hulls and turn them into offshore reefs.
Many others were converted to scrap. And in 1964, more than 120 Liberty ships became silos, their holds filled with surplus wheat that the government had bought to support grain prices.
Vietnam took more ships, and by the 1970s, the fleet had been whittled to about 300. About this time, media began calling the reserve fleet the "Ghost Fleet" and the name stuck - as it did on other federal stockpiles in New York, California and elsewhere.
The Maritime Administration has never been fond of the nickname. A manager complained to a reporter in a 1980 newspaper story, "Please don't refer to it as the Ghost Fleet, all right?"
For this story, the Maritime Administration declined to comment on the notion of "ghost ships" and said workers who maintain the fleet did not want to talk about their experiences aboard the ships.
One agency official, Willie Barnes, did relate a recent ghost tale. He said a James River ship, after being towed to a scrap yard for dismantling, had one of its interior doors abruptly close and lock - much to the surprise of a laborer walking down a nearby corridor.
Today, the fleet consists of just 23 ships, its smallest size ever. More than 80 junk ships have been removed and recycled since 2001, the push coming after Congress imposed a deadline of 2006 for getting rid of the vessels most likely to leak or spill oil.
Environmental groups had wanted to accelerate the disposal program, worried that used oil and fuel, asbestos, lead, mercury and toxic PCBs in paint and wiring might damage the James in an accident or major hurricane.
During a tour, former Gov. Mark Warner, now a U.S. senator, called the ships "ticking time bombs" and pressured for their hastened removal.
We kept a close eye on the Cape Ann and other ships as nightfall spread. We hoped to see something bizarre.
Sitting there in the quiet, the great ships now in silhouette, we could not help but think of things unexplained - UFOs, chilling experiences, the occult, brushes with ghosts. So we kind of made ourselves scared, or at least on edge.
On the water, there are lights all around and we kept trying to identify them - the James River Bridge, downtown Norfolk, a channel marker. We never could figure out one: a round and unblinking light, on the far side of the Ghost Fleet and definitely not on land.
About then, we decided to go swimming. And soon the talk turned to scary creatures in the water - sharks, eels, sturgeon - that might drag us under.
Our plan was to stay awake until at least midnight, the witching hour. Three of our team did not make it; I did. Just after midnight, a boat slowly cruised past the far end of the fleet and began flashing a spotlight on the sides of ships, scanning for something or someone.
Then, it was gone.
There have been many books written about ghosts in Virginia and many investigations of alleged local hauntings. The Ghost Fleet, though, has escaped such scrutiny.
L.B. Taylor Jr. has written several volumes of his popular "The Ghosts of Virginia" series, but he never has managed to dig up anything on the fleet.
"It's always sounded like a great place for ghosts to go," Taylor said by phone from his Williamsburg home. "I've tried to look into it, but have never had much luck."
About the closest thing, he said, were stories of ghosts knocking on the roofs of James River oystermen near Fort Eustis, whispering locations where they should next go fishing.
A local ghost hunter, Mike Joao, who runs the company Virginia Paranormal, has been intrigued by the fleet but has never scouted for ghosts there.
He has captured photos of veiled images aboard the Battleship North Carolina, anchored in Wilmington, N.C. Joao said the images appear to be of a Navy sailor crawling from a bunk in one of the old sleeping quarters.
He hopes to do a similar investigation on the Battleship Wisconsin in Norfolk.
Our calm, peaceful night was interrupted by a cold front slamming into us after 2 a.m. The dark and stormy night had arrived. White caps hammered our slumber.
Our captain, a former Coast Guard officer, decided to motor home rather than risk a problem in the waves. Except he could barely see, the windshield wiper broken and water splashing across his view.
The voyage back was treacherous but ultimately successful. We slept hard after tying up at our marina in Norfolk, almost two hours after leaving the storm-tossed fleet.
We woke to a sunny new day, a crisp fall day.
Halloween would soon be here.
By Scott Harper
The Virginian-Pilot
http://hamptonroads.com/2010/10/ghost-fleet-haunts-james-river
ON THE JAMES RIVER
Armed with a pot of chili, some cameras and a notebook, we set out in a 36-foot power boat amid sunshine and fair seas Thursday afternoon in search of any spirits that might be hiding within the Ghost Fleet.
Formally known as the James River Reserve Fleet, this collection of creaky ships is the epitome of spookiness, an ideal set for a Hollywood horror show: empty hulks anchored alone and far from shore, abandoned corridors, greasy engine rooms in pitch-black, rust stains like dripping blood, frayed ropes that resemble Spanish moss swaying in the breeze.
With Halloween approaching, it seemed the perfect place to camp out and experience at night.
So we did, four of us: myself, a photographer, our captain, and a curious friend looking for adventure. The government caretaker of the Ghost Fleet, the U.S. Maritime Administration, agreed to let us spend the night on the river, but required we stay at least 500 feet away from the ships, for safety reasons. Beneath the fleet, there are underwater power cables and anchor lines that criss-cross the bottom of the James like a spider web - dangers to be avoided.
We parked in a sheltered corner of the fleet, near a lonely cargo ship named the Cape Ann, which stood silently by herself. The other ships are lashed together in groups of two, three or five, head to tail, like sardines in a can.
Some of the windows on the Cape Ann's bridge were broken out and we joked about the prospects of seeing a pale creepy face peek out around midnight.
We had arrived at the fleet, off Fort Eustis in Newport News, just before sunset. The sky was a spectacular pink when we noticed something weird - our first weird thing of the trip. The sunset was beaming light at just the right angle to color two of the Cape Ann's windows red, like two angry eyes peering at us.
It was like those red eyes in the demon-possessed house in "The Amityville Horror."
Our photographer went nuts, capturing frame after frame. Within minutes, though, the pink light changed angle and the windows went black and lifeless. The eyes had closed.
The James River Reserve Fleet has been a source of fascination, history and lore for decades. Its roots trace to 1919, just after World War I, when the Navy and Merchant Marine began mothballing their surplus ships within the river, not sure where else to put them.
At its peak, following World War II, the fleet held more than 700 ships, stretching in a line almost to Norfolk.
In the years since, disposing of those vessels deemed useless and obsolete became an exercise in imagination: the Korean War took a few, and others were spot-welded into giant paperweights for atomic bomb testing in the Pacific. The Navy practiced underwater demolition on some, and laws were passed allowing states to take hulls and turn them into offshore reefs.
Many others were converted to scrap. And in 1964, more than 120 Liberty ships became silos, their holds filled with surplus wheat that the government had bought to support grain prices.
Vietnam took more ships, and by the 1970s, the fleet had been whittled to about 300. About this time, media began calling the reserve fleet the "Ghost Fleet" and the name stuck - as it did on other federal stockpiles in New York, California and elsewhere.
The Maritime Administration has never been fond of the nickname. A manager complained to a reporter in a 1980 newspaper story, "Please don't refer to it as the Ghost Fleet, all right?"
For this story, the Maritime Administration declined to comment on the notion of "ghost ships" and said workers who maintain the fleet did not want to talk about their experiences aboard the ships.
One agency official, Willie Barnes, did relate a recent ghost tale. He said a James River ship, after being towed to a scrap yard for dismantling, had one of its interior doors abruptly close and lock - much to the surprise of a laborer walking down a nearby corridor.
Today, the fleet consists of just 23 ships, its smallest size ever. More than 80 junk ships have been removed and recycled since 2001, the push coming after Congress imposed a deadline of 2006 for getting rid of the vessels most likely to leak or spill oil.
Environmental groups had wanted to accelerate the disposal program, worried that used oil and fuel, asbestos, lead, mercury and toxic PCBs in paint and wiring might damage the James in an accident or major hurricane.
During a tour, former Gov. Mark Warner, now a U.S. senator, called the ships "ticking time bombs" and pressured for their hastened removal.
We kept a close eye on the Cape Ann and other ships as nightfall spread. We hoped to see something bizarre.
Sitting there in the quiet, the great ships now in silhouette, we could not help but think of things unexplained - UFOs, chilling experiences, the occult, brushes with ghosts. So we kind of made ourselves scared, or at least on edge.
On the water, there are lights all around and we kept trying to identify them - the James River Bridge, downtown Norfolk, a channel marker. We never could figure out one: a round and unblinking light, on the far side of the Ghost Fleet and definitely not on land.
About then, we decided to go swimming. And soon the talk turned to scary creatures in the water - sharks, eels, sturgeon - that might drag us under.
Our plan was to stay awake until at least midnight, the witching hour. Three of our team did not make it; I did. Just after midnight, a boat slowly cruised past the far end of the fleet and began flashing a spotlight on the sides of ships, scanning for something or someone.
Then, it was gone.
There have been many books written about ghosts in Virginia and many investigations of alleged local hauntings. The Ghost Fleet, though, has escaped such scrutiny.
L.B. Taylor Jr. has written several volumes of his popular "The Ghosts of Virginia" series, but he never has managed to dig up anything on the fleet.
"It's always sounded like a great place for ghosts to go," Taylor said by phone from his Williamsburg home. "I've tried to look into it, but have never had much luck."
About the closest thing, he said, were stories of ghosts knocking on the roofs of James River oystermen near Fort Eustis, whispering locations where they should next go fishing.
A local ghost hunter, Mike Joao, who runs the company Virginia Paranormal, has been intrigued by the fleet but has never scouted for ghosts there.
He has captured photos of veiled images aboard the Battleship North Carolina, anchored in Wilmington, N.C. Joao said the images appear to be of a Navy sailor crawling from a bunk in one of the old sleeping quarters.
He hopes to do a similar investigation on the Battleship Wisconsin in Norfolk.
Our calm, peaceful night was interrupted by a cold front slamming into us after 2 a.m. The dark and stormy night had arrived. White caps hammered our slumber.
Our captain, a former Coast Guard officer, decided to motor home rather than risk a problem in the waves. Except he could barely see, the windshield wiper broken and water splashing across his view.
The voyage back was treacherous but ultimately successful. We slept hard after tying up at our marina in Norfolk, almost two hours after leaving the storm-tossed fleet.
We woke to a sunny new day, a crisp fall day.
Halloween would soon be here.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Swordsaint101
()
Date: March 03, 2014 11:16AM
Hello, I am a former Sailor with the US Navy and very interested in ghost stories involving naval vessels. My ship was decommissioned back in 2007. The Navy gave her crew an option to transfer to another ship, or to go ahead and get out of the military. Fed up with the treatment, I opted for the latter.
The USS Saipan, LHA-2, had been in service since Vietnam. It was 40 years old, and held together with rust and paint. Anytime we deployed, something broke, and we would have to limp to port, and we, the ships engineers, would fix it while the rest of the crew could take a leisurely leave wherever we pulled in to make repairs.
I worked with nearly a dozen other men and women in what was called the Main Space, where the ships engines and Main Reduction Gears were kept. It was a large, open space, with two floors. The floors were covered in industrial metal sheets, secured in place with rivets. The plates had three kinds of rivets, broke, bent, and missing. The plates rattled like crazy, with every step you made. The stairs (ladders, we called em) were secured in place with a pot metal pin at the top and the bottom. Everything in that place sounded like you were throwing pots down stairs when you walked.
At the head of the Main Space was our Center Console. It was an isolated room, with air condition, where the brass could sit and drink soda while the rest of us worked in 100+ degree temperatures, and tell us how we didn't work hard enough, or didn't make them look good enough for their bosses. While in port, when the brass wanted to go grab a beer with their buddies, when the fires of the boiler were out and the space was relatively cool... We sat in the console for Watch Duty.
From the console you could sit in the CHENG (Chief Engineer's) chair. A chair reserved for the well... Chief Engineer. It was for the big cheese to sit in, not some enlisted nobody! But hey, he's on shore! You could also see the entire upper level of the Main Space from that chair, making it ideal for watch standing. Nobody got in or out of the space without your knowledge. It was your job as watch stander to make sure that nobody messed with your space.
The strange thing was, I would talk to other watchstanders over the years, and they would mention things that didn't quite add up on watch. One fella told me that he heard someone running in the space. Like all-out booking it back and forth on the deck plates. He said at first it sounded like one guy, then several. He was convinced someone was messing with him, but this didn't make sense to neither him nor myself, as the space had a six foot bilge on the lower level... It would be a considerable drop if someone were to just hop the railing (also rickety, and held together with copper wire in many places) and you would hear them hit the bilge. All the entrances and exits to the place were dogged, mechanical hinges that operated with a lever, so it wasn't a quick exit. If anyone entered or left, the pressure in the whole place would have changed. We were on the very bottom of the ship. I'm not sure the mechanics of it, but anyone opening a door to that place made a huge vacuum, you could FEEL them open. Thing is, I had similar stories from other no-nonsense types that they felt a presence, or saw people walk by the front windows of the console (there was a super narrow catwalk by one window where the walkway was elevated, where you can see someones feet if they walked by, but there was really nowhere to go from that catwalk... It was for fixing insulation on steam pipes that ran over the console).
Also common, folks told of a Chief that would wake you if you fell asleep on watch in the CHENGS chair (which, surprisingly enough, was comfy, so falling asleep at 3am with the droning buzz of the console was easy to do!). Thing is, its the job of ALL khakis (Chiefs and Officers) to wake you if youre asleep on watch, but this one, no one had ever seen before. People would think we had a new chief, or after he left question just who he was, and why he was in our space.
Our Shaft Alley (yeah, I said it) was generally creepy as hell, you never quite felt alone down there, and people reported seeing spectral shadows moving about down there as well. The shaft alley was a six story ladder (a real ladder, not a stairs-ladder) down into a space that was maybe the size of a double wide trailer with the ships shaft (attached to the propeller) running through it. The path to the shaft alley was a rickety catwalk right smack in the middle of the ships hangar bay. It was shoddily constructed even when it was in its prime, and once you navigated this gauntlet of tetanus, you had the reward of your six story climb. However, whether due to design flaw or someone with a sick sense of humor, the light switch that controlled all of Shaft Alley... Was at the TOP of the six foot ladder. So just anybody could come and flick that switch and your happy butt was in the dark, and good luck climbing up that ladder. Thing is, no matter how ninja footed you were, you were making sound if you were trying to goof with someone. People reported having someone turn the lights off on them, and they start climbing the ladder, and demanding they cut the light back on. The light comes back on... They finish their climb, and there's no one around.
I never felt comfortable in certain parts of the ship. I told folks that there were places on the ship that I just WOULD NOT GO. Something just weirded me out in these locations. Without telling others what these places were, people would ask me...
"The lower V?" (Sort of like our ships basement, but this is where Morale Welfare and Recreation put our fun stuff... So the place was well-lit, open, and designed to be a warm and inviting environment...)
"Behind the fuel oil pump?" (Oddly, this was in the mainspace, and it was literally just on the other side of a machine only mildly larger than your oven... It, too, was well-lit...)
There were other places on the ship where I just didn't feel welcome, or I felt like I had an extra presence watching me play Playstation over my shoulder.
The O-2 deck took them all, though...
During your time as a Sailor, youre expected to mess crank. What that means is, that since the Galley workers cook your food and feed you, you're supposed to help lighten their load by helping them out for a few months. Staying overnight to chop onions, making sure things are clean, things like that. Granted they never came down and thanked us for making the ship move through the water by fixing the engine, but that's neither here nor there.
I lucked out. I got to spend my crank time taking out officer's trash, and keeping their hallways clean. It was long and thankless work due to the tyrant watching over the process.
The Navy is saturated in tradition. The O-2 level stood for Officers, level 2... It was the second floor for officers, and where they slept and did whatever else officers did. Enlisted personnel were not supposed to be up there for any reason. Often I had to explain why I was on THEIR level to passers by.
One night, as I was finishing my cleaning (I still had things to do before I was "done") I was struck with an overwhelming compulsion to run. To just haul it as fast as I could out of there. I saw nothing that caused me to want to run, I didn't hear anything. It was just an urge... The same urge I think that rabbits feel when they know a fox is near, but cannot see it. That was the most scared I had ever been in my life, and do you remember what I said earlier about all the doors having dogs? Could you imagine having to run from something that you are SURE was right on your tail but could not see, and having to undog and redog every door in your way? The strange thing was, I ceased to feel that urge, like a weight being removed, the SECOND I crossed the limit to the O-2 level and crossed into enlisted territory. I did not experience that again during the rest of my time cranking.
USS Saipan, LHA-2:
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The USS Saipan, LHA-2, had been in service since Vietnam. It was 40 years old, and held together with rust and paint. Anytime we deployed, something broke, and we would have to limp to port, and we, the ships engineers, would fix it while the rest of the crew could take a leisurely leave wherever we pulled in to make repairs.
I worked with nearly a dozen other men and women in what was called the Main Space, where the ships engines and Main Reduction Gears were kept. It was a large, open space, with two floors. The floors were covered in industrial metal sheets, secured in place with rivets. The plates had three kinds of rivets, broke, bent, and missing. The plates rattled like crazy, with every step you made. The stairs (ladders, we called em) were secured in place with a pot metal pin at the top and the bottom. Everything in that place sounded like you were throwing pots down stairs when you walked.
At the head of the Main Space was our Center Console. It was an isolated room, with air condition, where the brass could sit and drink soda while the rest of us worked in 100+ degree temperatures, and tell us how we didn't work hard enough, or didn't make them look good enough for their bosses. While in port, when the brass wanted to go grab a beer with their buddies, when the fires of the boiler were out and the space was relatively cool... We sat in the console for Watch Duty.
From the console you could sit in the CHENG (Chief Engineer's) chair. A chair reserved for the well... Chief Engineer. It was for the big cheese to sit in, not some enlisted nobody! But hey, he's on shore! You could also see the entire upper level of the Main Space from that chair, making it ideal for watch standing. Nobody got in or out of the space without your knowledge. It was your job as watch stander to make sure that nobody messed with your space.
The strange thing was, I would talk to other watchstanders over the years, and they would mention things that didn't quite add up on watch. One fella told me that he heard someone running in the space. Like all-out booking it back and forth on the deck plates. He said at first it sounded like one guy, then several. He was convinced someone was messing with him, but this didn't make sense to neither him nor myself, as the space had a six foot bilge on the lower level... It would be a considerable drop if someone were to just hop the railing (also rickety, and held together with copper wire in many places) and you would hear them hit the bilge. All the entrances and exits to the place were dogged, mechanical hinges that operated with a lever, so it wasn't a quick exit. If anyone entered or left, the pressure in the whole place would have changed. We were on the very bottom of the ship. I'm not sure the mechanics of it, but anyone opening a door to that place made a huge vacuum, you could FEEL them open. Thing is, I had similar stories from other no-nonsense types that they felt a presence, or saw people walk by the front windows of the console (there was a super narrow catwalk by one window where the walkway was elevated, where you can see someones feet if they walked by, but there was really nowhere to go from that catwalk... It was for fixing insulation on steam pipes that ran over the console).
Also common, folks told of a Chief that would wake you if you fell asleep on watch in the CHENGS chair (which, surprisingly enough, was comfy, so falling asleep at 3am with the droning buzz of the console was easy to do!). Thing is, its the job of ALL khakis (Chiefs and Officers) to wake you if youre asleep on watch, but this one, no one had ever seen before. People would think we had a new chief, or after he left question just who he was, and why he was in our space.
Our Shaft Alley (yeah, I said it) was generally creepy as hell, you never quite felt alone down there, and people reported seeing spectral shadows moving about down there as well. The shaft alley was a six story ladder (a real ladder, not a stairs-ladder) down into a space that was maybe the size of a double wide trailer with the ships shaft (attached to the propeller) running through it. The path to the shaft alley was a rickety catwalk right smack in the middle of the ships hangar bay. It was shoddily constructed even when it was in its prime, and once you navigated this gauntlet of tetanus, you had the reward of your six story climb. However, whether due to design flaw or someone with a sick sense of humor, the light switch that controlled all of Shaft Alley... Was at the TOP of the six foot ladder. So just anybody could come and flick that switch and your happy butt was in the dark, and good luck climbing up that ladder. Thing is, no matter how ninja footed you were, you were making sound if you were trying to goof with someone. People reported having someone turn the lights off on them, and they start climbing the ladder, and demanding they cut the light back on. The light comes back on... They finish their climb, and there's no one around.
I never felt comfortable in certain parts of the ship. I told folks that there were places on the ship that I just WOULD NOT GO. Something just weirded me out in these locations. Without telling others what these places were, people would ask me...
"The lower V?" (Sort of like our ships basement, but this is where Morale Welfare and Recreation put our fun stuff... So the place was well-lit, open, and designed to be a warm and inviting environment...)
"Behind the fuel oil pump?" (Oddly, this was in the mainspace, and it was literally just on the other side of a machine only mildly larger than your oven... It, too, was well-lit...)
There were other places on the ship where I just didn't feel welcome, or I felt like I had an extra presence watching me play Playstation over my shoulder.
The O-2 deck took them all, though...
During your time as a Sailor, youre expected to mess crank. What that means is, that since the Galley workers cook your food and feed you, you're supposed to help lighten their load by helping them out for a few months. Staying overnight to chop onions, making sure things are clean, things like that. Granted they never came down and thanked us for making the ship move through the water by fixing the engine, but that's neither here nor there.
I lucked out. I got to spend my crank time taking out officer's trash, and keeping their hallways clean. It was long and thankless work due to the tyrant watching over the process.
The Navy is saturated in tradition. The O-2 level stood for Officers, level 2... It was the second floor for officers, and where they slept and did whatever else officers did. Enlisted personnel were not supposed to be up there for any reason. Often I had to explain why I was on THEIR level to passers by.
One night, as I was finishing my cleaning (I still had things to do before I was "done") I was struck with an overwhelming compulsion to run. To just haul it as fast as I could out of there. I saw nothing that caused me to want to run, I didn't hear anything. It was just an urge... The same urge I think that rabbits feel when they know a fox is near, but cannot see it. That was the most scared I had ever been in my life, and do you remember what I said earlier about all the doors having dogs? Could you imagine having to run from something that you are SURE was right on your tail but could not see, and having to undog and redog every door in your way? The strange thing was, I ceased to feel that urge, like a weight being removed, the SECOND I crossed the limit to the O-2 level and crossed into enlisted territory. I did not experience that again during the rest of my time cranking.
USS Saipan, LHA-2:
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Rook
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Date: March 03, 2014 01:08PM
Ahoy Swordsaint,
I too am a former sailor... Enlisted in 1987 Retired 2007. I know of the spaces you speak of. My second ship was a Knox Class Frigate the USS Trippe FF 1075... It was Old... Ragged and falling apart. It too had spaces that made you look over your shoulder. I would not be surprised if there were both residual haunts as well as intelligent haunts aboard the former USS Saipan. The residuals could be the walking on the deck plates... The intelligent... The unknown Chief who would wake folks... If no one was ever written up for sleeping on watch after being caught by this unknown individual that says volumes about his being non-corporal.
Some of these 'feelings' you experienced may have even been due to High EMF levels... Just imagine the levels it could reach in some of those spaces.
The Trippe had 'her' bad spots as well... While in dry dock our engineers were working down in the bilges... Scraping and Painting... Many of them reported the feeling of being watched or of hearing footsteps during this maintenance period... A friend of mine, a MM2 (Machinist Mate Second Class) was working a needle gun one night when he felt it 'punch through' the deck... He reached down and sure enough he felt a hole he had created with the needle gun... Unnerved by the fact the ships hull was that thin... Coupled with the felling of being watched MM2 'FREAKED OUT' when a hand grabbed his... MM2 bolted out of the space and it took a week before he would go back into the space.
A yard worker, working on scaffolding rigged around the outside of the ship so the hull could be scraped and painted had reached up and grabbed his hand when he put it through the hull he had caused.
I believe each and every US Ship could very well be Haunted...
Happy Spirit... When it comes to Decommissioned Ships it depends... Some go on to become Historic Sites and or Museums... Most go to the scrapyard... But a piece of each one gets 'broken off' (Ok cut off) and sent to what are called the Plank Owners... These are the members of the 1st Crew of the ship, the crew that Commissioned it. Some sit in a scrapyard others are recycled... And the BB's those big old Battle Ships with their 16 inch guns... Well they keep getting 'mothballed' and the retrofitted and used again...
Swordsaint...Thank you for sharing this and thank you for your service.
Respectfully,
Rook
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I too am a former sailor... Enlisted in 1987 Retired 2007. I know of the spaces you speak of. My second ship was a Knox Class Frigate the USS Trippe FF 1075... It was Old... Ragged and falling apart. It too had spaces that made you look over your shoulder. I would not be surprised if there were both residual haunts as well as intelligent haunts aboard the former USS Saipan. The residuals could be the walking on the deck plates... The intelligent... The unknown Chief who would wake folks... If no one was ever written up for sleeping on watch after being caught by this unknown individual that says volumes about his being non-corporal.
Some of these 'feelings' you experienced may have even been due to High EMF levels... Just imagine the levels it could reach in some of those spaces.
The Trippe had 'her' bad spots as well... While in dry dock our engineers were working down in the bilges... Scraping and Painting... Many of them reported the feeling of being watched or of hearing footsteps during this maintenance period... A friend of mine, a MM2 (Machinist Mate Second Class) was working a needle gun one night when he felt it 'punch through' the deck... He reached down and sure enough he felt a hole he had created with the needle gun... Unnerved by the fact the ships hull was that thin... Coupled with the felling of being watched MM2 'FREAKED OUT' when a hand grabbed his... MM2 bolted out of the space and it took a week before he would go back into the space.
A yard worker, working on scaffolding rigged around the outside of the ship so the hull could be scraped and painted had reached up and grabbed his hand when he put it through the hull he had caused.
I believe each and every US Ship could very well be Haunted...
Happy Spirit... When it comes to Decommissioned Ships it depends... Some go on to become Historic Sites and or Museums... Most go to the scrapyard... But a piece of each one gets 'broken off' (Ok cut off) and sent to what are called the Plank Owners... These are the members of the 1st Crew of the ship, the crew that Commissioned it. Some sit in a scrapyard others are recycled... And the BB's those big old Battle Ships with their 16 inch guns... Well they keep getting 'mothballed' and the retrofitted and used again...
Swordsaint...Thank you for sharing this and thank you for your service.
Respectfully,
Rook
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Rook
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Date: March 03, 2014 01:10PM
Here is some info on my old ship for you landlubbers
USS Trippe (FF-1075) was a Knox class frigate of the US Navy, built at Westwego, Louisiana, was commissioned in mid-September 1970. In July 1971, following shakedown training in the Caribbean area and a surveillance mission off Haiti, she entered the Boston Naval Shipyard for overhaul and installation of the Basic Point Defense Missile System, which featured short-range "Sea Sparrow" guided missiles in an eight-round launcher on her afterdeck. Trippe was the Navy's first destroyer-type ship to receive this later-widespread contribution to shipboard protection against air and missile attack. The first months of 1972 were spent testing her new weapons and participating in exercises. In June the ship passed through the Panama Canal en route to Southeast Asian waters, where she provided Vietnam War aircraft carrier escort and naval gunfire support services during July and August. Trippe then went to the Indian Ocean and Persian Gulf areas, visiting many ports in a region that would see increasing U.S. Navy activity in the coming decades. She returned to the U.S. East Coast in December 1972, after a deployment that had taken her completely around the World.
During an overhaul in 1973, Trippe was refitted to allow her to operate the larger helicopters of the Light Airborne Multi-Purpose System (LAMPS). From August of that year into January 1974 she made her first tour with the Sixth Fleet in the Mediterranean. A second cruise to the Indian Ocean and Middle East followed in January–May 1975. Reclassified in mid-year as a frigate, with the new designation FF-1075, she spent the last three months of 1975 and the first five of 1976 in shipyard hands. Trippe returned to the Middle East Force in March–July 1977 and went back to the Mediterranean for her second Sixth Fleet deployment in April–October 1978. The next year she cruised around South American as part of exercise "Unitas XX" and operated off West Africa.
The busy frigate made four more Mediterranean deployments during the following decade, in 1982, 1983, 1985 and 1987. Some of her 1983 tour also involved visiting ports in West Africa, the southern Atlantic, and the Indian Ocean. In the mid-'80s she was also modernized, receiving a seakeeping-enhancing bulwark on her bow and the Close-In Weapons System. The latter's fast shooting radar-controlled 20 mm gun mount was installed on her afterdeck to improve her defenses against cruise missiles. She spent most of the late 1980s and the early 1990s operating in the Caribbean Sea area, with counter-narcotics service taking much of her effort. At the end of July 1992, Trippe was decommissioned and leased to Greece. The Hellenic Navy placed her in commission in April 1993 as Thraki, and she was formally sold to that nation in 2001. A major lube oil fire occurred while at Naval Dock Crete in 2003 melting the superstructure and destroying the interior of the ship.
In April 1989, the USS Trippe collided with fleet oiler Platte off the coast of Jacksonville, Florida. A crewmember, Michael MacHado, who served during the collision, indicated of his tour on the Trippe that he “could not forget colliding with the USS Platte and limping into Charleston with a 18 degree list to starboard.”
USS Trippe was named in honor of Lieutenant John Trippe (1785-1810), a hero of the Tripolitan War.
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USS Trippe (FF-1075) was a Knox class frigate of the US Navy, built at Westwego, Louisiana, was commissioned in mid-September 1970. In July 1971, following shakedown training in the Caribbean area and a surveillance mission off Haiti, she entered the Boston Naval Shipyard for overhaul and installation of the Basic Point Defense Missile System, which featured short-range "Sea Sparrow" guided missiles in an eight-round launcher on her afterdeck. Trippe was the Navy's first destroyer-type ship to receive this later-widespread contribution to shipboard protection against air and missile attack. The first months of 1972 were spent testing her new weapons and participating in exercises. In June the ship passed through the Panama Canal en route to Southeast Asian waters, where she provided Vietnam War aircraft carrier escort and naval gunfire support services during July and August. Trippe then went to the Indian Ocean and Persian Gulf areas, visiting many ports in a region that would see increasing U.S. Navy activity in the coming decades. She returned to the U.S. East Coast in December 1972, after a deployment that had taken her completely around the World.
During an overhaul in 1973, Trippe was refitted to allow her to operate the larger helicopters of the Light Airborne Multi-Purpose System (LAMPS). From August of that year into January 1974 she made her first tour with the Sixth Fleet in the Mediterranean. A second cruise to the Indian Ocean and Middle East followed in January–May 1975. Reclassified in mid-year as a frigate, with the new designation FF-1075, she spent the last three months of 1975 and the first five of 1976 in shipyard hands. Trippe returned to the Middle East Force in March–July 1977 and went back to the Mediterranean for her second Sixth Fleet deployment in April–October 1978. The next year she cruised around South American as part of exercise "Unitas XX" and operated off West Africa.
The busy frigate made four more Mediterranean deployments during the following decade, in 1982, 1983, 1985 and 1987. Some of her 1983 tour also involved visiting ports in West Africa, the southern Atlantic, and the Indian Ocean. In the mid-'80s she was also modernized, receiving a seakeeping-enhancing bulwark on her bow and the Close-In Weapons System. The latter's fast shooting radar-controlled 20 mm gun mount was installed on her afterdeck to improve her defenses against cruise missiles. She spent most of the late 1980s and the early 1990s operating in the Caribbean Sea area, with counter-narcotics service taking much of her effort. At the end of July 1992, Trippe was decommissioned and leased to Greece. The Hellenic Navy placed her in commission in April 1993 as Thraki, and she was formally sold to that nation in 2001. A major lube oil fire occurred while at Naval Dock Crete in 2003 melting the superstructure and destroying the interior of the ship.
In April 1989, the USS Trippe collided with fleet oiler Platte off the coast of Jacksonville, Florida. A crewmember, Michael MacHado, who served during the collision, indicated of his tour on the Trippe that he “could not forget colliding with the USS Platte and limping into Charleston with a 18 degree list to starboard.”
USS Trippe was named in honor of Lieutenant John Trippe (1785-1810), a hero of the Tripolitan War.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Yvpn9
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Date: March 03, 2014 01:28PM
Anyone who's ever lived in the Washington DC area knows you should stay away from New York Avenue at night. Not because of ghosts but it goes through some pretty rough neighborhoods. Going on New York Ave was a shortcut for me at the time and I decided to risk it at 3 am (doors locked just in case), I figured all the street weirdoes would have gone to sleep by then, there were still quite a few of them around though.
At a stoplight a homeless looking man walked up in front of my car and just stood there, I got scared to say the least. When the light turned green he didn't move. I honked and he didn't react in any way. I was the only car on the street so I backed up so I could go around him, that's when I saw he didn't have legs. He was just floating in the air. I've never been so scared in my life. I drove away as fast as I could and I have never taken that shortcut again after sunset.
At a stoplight a homeless looking man walked up in front of my car and just stood there, I got scared to say the least. When the light turned green he didn't move. I honked and he didn't react in any way. I was the only car on the street so I backed up so I could go around him, that's when I saw he didn't have legs. He was just floating in the air. I've never been so scared in my life. I drove away as fast as I could and I have never taken that shortcut again after sunset.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Strange Going Ons
()
Date: March 03, 2014 02:18PM
Okay since I moved in to my new apartment in December this weird thing has been happening. At 2:30 am the phone rings I pick up and I just get the dial tone. Right after I pick up I hear a sound from the front door. I go out and my briefcase is knocked over. This happens about once a week on different days. My girlfriend who sleeps right next to me in the bed doesn't hear the phone ring only I do which makes me think it's not really ringing just in my head. But the knocked over briefcase is weird. I tried not picking up the phone and then my briefcase does not get knocked over. I've had my girlfriend lock the bedroom door and hide the key before bed and have her go with me and check the briefcase after the phone call, and yes the briefcase is knocked over.
This is real and it is happening often not sure what to do about it?.
This is real and it is happening often not sure what to do about it?.
A Haunting in Haymarket ***Updated***
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A Haunting in Haymarket
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Date: March 03, 2014 10:05PM
A Haunting in Haymarket Wrote:
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> I lived in Fairfax County for much of my life, and
> recently moved out to Haymarket about 2 years ago.
> We rent a house out in Piedmont and I think its
> haunted. Some of our roomates say they have seen
> or heard spirits moving around downstairs during
> the day when no else in home. The owner has a
> satellite clock that automatically corrects it’s
> time when syncing up to the satellite in orbit.
> This one is very odd, because once and a while, it
> will be waaaaay off by about 8 to 10 hours. It’s
> pretty creepy to see the arms of the clock moving
> quickly to correct itself. I myself have dreams
> about a witch in our closet, coming out and saying
> scary or odd things to me. All in all though not
> much has happened since we’ve been there, that
> is until last night.
>
> We have a young son that is 18 months old, last
> night he was playing with the roomates downstairs
> in the large family room we have. The napkin
> holder in the kitchen jumped off the kitchen table
> and landed on the floor next to my son. (See the
> attached picture below). As you can see it’s of
> pretty solid weight and is flat, so it wouldn’t
> tip over. The only other thing is that one of the
> teenagers that lives with us, says that she feels
> like a creepy presence has started to follow her.
> She said that she was in Walmart one day and he
> felt the presence there in the store standing
> right next to her (too close). We take pictures
> all the time in the house and nothing unusual has
> showed up on them. However, there does seem to be
> some negativity in air (some of the roomates
> lately in the past 6-8 months) haven’t been
> getting along and get into yelling matches usually
> over nothing.
>
> The owner is an Asian man, and the reason I say
> that is, the house has several “Feng Shui
> deflectors” on it (see picture below). I looked
> them up and A “Feng Shui deflector” contains a
> small Bagua mirror in it’s center. The Bagua
> mirror protects and adjusts negative Chi directed
> at the house from outside forces and repel evil
> spirits and people with bad intentions towards
> you. There are at least 4 to 5 of them on the
> house that I have seen all on the outside
> (according to tradition it’s very bad to hang
> them up inside). I’ve asked him if the house is
> haunted and he didn’t come out and say yes, nor
> did he say no. He did admit that there were some
> small occurances that he couldn’t easily
> explain, but they were very few and far between.
> He raised a family in the house and later he and
> his wife moved to Maryland.
So tonight, while my son was downstairs playing with the other kids, I saw the ghost that lives in our house. My wife and I were in our bedroom watching her chick flick shows. I was a little bored and was just staring out our door which faces the bathroom door which was open. I saw what appeared to be a short old woman (possibly Asian) with short, curly black hair. I think she was rushing out of the bathroom to watch the kids downstairs playing and didn't realize my wife and I were still in our bedroom. From the upstairs the area is open so you can look down and see the foyer on one side and the large family room from the other side. The ghost seemed surprised to see me looking at her, and moved away from our door at a high rate of speed. My wife and I weren't scared at all, and in fact it seemed cute and hilarious.
About an hour after it happened, I saw an orange light (similar to those crappy flashlights from the 70's that were very weak powered) come on in the bathroom (reflected off the mirror facing the tube) and then go off right afterwards. There was no one in the bathroom.
In the past few months, the feeling of negativity has gone down some, but is still here. When I saw the ghost, I didn't get a negative or scary feeling. It was more like watching an old Asian lady running late to Bingo. LOL. Any insights from anybody on this?
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> I lived in Fairfax County for much of my life, and
> recently moved out to Haymarket about 2 years ago.
> We rent a house out in Piedmont and I think its
> haunted. Some of our roomates say they have seen
> or heard spirits moving around downstairs during
> the day when no else in home. The owner has a
> satellite clock that automatically corrects it’s
> time when syncing up to the satellite in orbit.
> This one is very odd, because once and a while, it
> will be waaaaay off by about 8 to 10 hours. It’s
> pretty creepy to see the arms of the clock moving
> quickly to correct itself. I myself have dreams
> about a witch in our closet, coming out and saying
> scary or odd things to me. All in all though not
> much has happened since we’ve been there, that
> is until last night.
>
> We have a young son that is 18 months old, last
> night he was playing with the roomates downstairs
> in the large family room we have. The napkin
> holder in the kitchen jumped off the kitchen table
> and landed on the floor next to my son. (See the
> attached picture below). As you can see it’s of
> pretty solid weight and is flat, so it wouldn’t
> tip over. The only other thing is that one of the
> teenagers that lives with us, says that she feels
> like a creepy presence has started to follow her.
> She said that she was in Walmart one day and he
> felt the presence there in the store standing
> right next to her (too close). We take pictures
> all the time in the house and nothing unusual has
> showed up on them. However, there does seem to be
> some negativity in air (some of the roomates
> lately in the past 6-8 months) haven’t been
> getting along and get into yelling matches usually
> over nothing.
>
> The owner is an Asian man, and the reason I say
> that is, the house has several “Feng Shui
> deflectors” on it (see picture below). I looked
> them up and A “Feng Shui deflector” contains a
> small Bagua mirror in it’s center. The Bagua
> mirror protects and adjusts negative Chi directed
> at the house from outside forces and repel evil
> spirits and people with bad intentions towards
> you. There are at least 4 to 5 of them on the
> house that I have seen all on the outside
> (according to tradition it’s very bad to hang
> them up inside). I’ve asked him if the house is
> haunted and he didn’t come out and say yes, nor
> did he say no. He did admit that there were some
> small occurances that he couldn’t easily
> explain, but they were very few and far between.
> He raised a family in the house and later he and
> his wife moved to Maryland.
So tonight, while my son was downstairs playing with the other kids, I saw the ghost that lives in our house. My wife and I were in our bedroom watching her chick flick shows. I was a little bored and was just staring out our door which faces the bathroom door which was open. I saw what appeared to be a short old woman (possibly Asian) with short, curly black hair. I think she was rushing out of the bathroom to watch the kids downstairs playing and didn't realize my wife and I were still in our bedroom. From the upstairs the area is open so you can look down and see the foyer on one side and the large family room from the other side. The ghost seemed surprised to see me looking at her, and moved away from our door at a high rate of speed. My wife and I weren't scared at all, and in fact it seemed cute and hilarious.
About an hour after it happened, I saw an orange light (similar to those crappy flashlights from the 70's that were very weak powered) come on in the bathroom (reflected off the mirror facing the tube) and then go off right afterwards. There was no one in the bathroom.
In the past few months, the feeling of negativity has gone down some, but is still here. When I saw the ghost, I didn't get a negative or scary feeling. It was more like watching an old Asian lady running late to Bingo. LOL. Any insights from anybody on this?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
danielin dryden
()
Date: March 04, 2014 09:37AM
ghosts of dryden Wrote:
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> In Dryden there is a woman that walks the roads
> dressed in red. When you pick her up she just
> looks out the window, and says take me home. When
> you say where she says down next to R&R. When you
> go down that way you have to go past a graveyard,
> when you're by it she says thank you and then
> she's gone. This has happened for a lot of years
> here in Dryden. I heard that she was just recently
> seen again.
This is true. The lady in red has been spotted again. It's the same woman that will stop you and ask for a ride. When you ask her where she is going she says down by R and R. When you go down that way you have to go by a graveyard, and when you get by the graveyard she says ''stop here.'' She gets out of the car, and she vanishes.
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> In Dryden there is a woman that walks the roads
> dressed in red. When you pick her up she just
> looks out the window, and says take me home. When
> you say where she says down next to R&R. When you
> go down that way you have to go past a graveyard,
> when you're by it she says thank you and then
> she's gone. This has happened for a lot of years
> here in Dryden. I heard that she was just recently
> seen again.
This is true. The lady in red has been spotted again. It's the same woman that will stop you and ask for a ride. When you ask her where she is going she says down by R and R. When you go down that way you have to go by a graveyard, and when you get by the graveyard she says ''stop here.'' She gets out of the car, and she vanishes.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
meghan
()
Date: March 04, 2014 09:56AM
Last spring, I went on a trip to Washington DC with my husband to look at all the landmarks. In front of the capitol building there was a man wearing a 1700 style costume with the white curly wig and everything. I was going to go up to him and ask him if he wouldn't mind having his picture taken with me. I started walking towards him and he just vanished into nothing. My husband was there also and he didn't see anything.
Has anyone else seen this man?
Has anyone else seen this man?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
dc trip
()
Date: March 04, 2014 10:27AM
meghan Wrote:
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> Last spring, I went on a trip to Washington DC
> with my husband to look at all the landmarks. In
> front of the capitol building there was a man
> wearing a 1700 style costume with the white curly
> wig and everything. I was going to go up to him
> and ask him if he wouldn't mind having his picture
> taken with me. I started walking towards him and
> he just vanished into nothing. My husband was
> there also and he didn't see anything.
>
> Has anyone else seen this man?
When I was about ten years old my mom had a meeting in D. C. Well on the last day of the meeting the members of the group could bring their kids to a picnic and then we could go on a tour of the memorials.
At the picnic there were other kids there too. They were younger than us (my brother Malcolm and i) so they were scared easily. The place that the picnic was at was the octagon. My mom told us that it was haunted and that some people can see a girl falling off the balconey.
We saw that and it scared us so bad that we ran away but we went back about 5 minutes later. When we looked in the second time we saw a face in the window of one of the doors. It looked like it had glasses and it just stared at us.
I was really scared by then. About 2 minutes later we saw somebody come out of the building. We asked him if he saw anyone in there but (this is the scaryist part) he disappeared. He was a ghost! Only us kids saw it.
I am now 17 and I still can get this out of my mind.
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> Last spring, I went on a trip to Washington DC
> with my husband to look at all the landmarks. In
> front of the capitol building there was a man
> wearing a 1700 style costume with the white curly
> wig and everything. I was going to go up to him
> and ask him if he wouldn't mind having his picture
> taken with me. I started walking towards him and
> he just vanished into nothing. My husband was
> there also and he didn't see anything.
>
> Has anyone else seen this man?
When I was about ten years old my mom had a meeting in D. C. Well on the last day of the meeting the members of the group could bring their kids to a picnic and then we could go on a tour of the memorials.
At the picnic there were other kids there too. They were younger than us (my brother Malcolm and i) so they were scared easily. The place that the picnic was at was the octagon. My mom told us that it was haunted and that some people can see a girl falling off the balconey.
We saw that and it scared us so bad that we ran away but we went back about 5 minutes later. When we looked in the second time we saw a face in the window of one of the doors. It looked like it had glasses and it just stared at us.
I was really scared by then. About 2 minutes later we saw somebody come out of the building. We asked him if he saw anyone in there but (this is the scaryist part) he disappeared. He was a ghost! Only us kids saw it.
I am now 17 and I still can get this out of my mind.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Déjà vu?
()
Date: March 04, 2014 11:21AM
Strange Going Ons Wrote:
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> Okay since I moved in to my new apartment in
> December this weird thing has been happening. At
> 2:30 am the phone rings I pick up and I just get
> the dial tone. Right after I pick up I hear a
> sound from the front door. I go out and my
> briefcase is knocked over. This happens about once
> a week on different days. My girlfriend who sleeps
> right next to me in the bed doesn't hear the phone
> ring only I do which makes me think it's not
> really ringing just in my head. But the knocked
> over briefcase is weird. I tried not picking up
> the phone and then my briefcase does not get
> knocked over. I've had my girlfriend lock the
> bedroom door and hide the key before bed and have
> her go with me and check the briefcase after the
> phone call, and yes the briefcase is knocked
> over.
>
> This is real and it is happening often not sure
> what to do about it?.
When I read your post it literally sent a chill down my spine. Something has been happening on and off with me since I moved a few months ago. One day, I was taking a morning shower and someone called my name from the living room. I live alone and I thought I must have left the door unlocked and one of my buddies must have let themselves in, I couldn't recognize the voice though. I yelled out 'hold on a minute I'll be out in a minute'. So I finished my shower and wrapped a towel around myself and went out to the living room. There was nobody there and the door was locked. I live on the 3rd floor so you can't climb in through a window besides they were all closed as well.
I have a common name so I figured I must have heard a neighbor calling another Mike. I went to the kitchen to get some breakfast and then I saw that my fridge was wide open and all the food was neatly stacked on the floor in front of the open fridge. Something weird is definitely going on in my apartment. I'm not scared of it but I'm looking for a new place.
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> Okay since I moved in to my new apartment in
> December this weird thing has been happening. At
> 2:30 am the phone rings I pick up and I just get
> the dial tone. Right after I pick up I hear a
> sound from the front door. I go out and my
> briefcase is knocked over. This happens about once
> a week on different days. My girlfriend who sleeps
> right next to me in the bed doesn't hear the phone
> ring only I do which makes me think it's not
> really ringing just in my head. But the knocked
> over briefcase is weird. I tried not picking up
> the phone and then my briefcase does not get
> knocked over. I've had my girlfriend lock the
> bedroom door and hide the key before bed and have
> her go with me and check the briefcase after the
> phone call, and yes the briefcase is knocked
> over.
>
> This is real and it is happening often not sure
> what to do about it?.
When I read your post it literally sent a chill down my spine. Something has been happening on and off with me since I moved a few months ago. One day, I was taking a morning shower and someone called my name from the living room. I live alone and I thought I must have left the door unlocked and one of my buddies must have let themselves in, I couldn't recognize the voice though. I yelled out 'hold on a minute I'll be out in a minute'. So I finished my shower and wrapped a towel around myself and went out to the living room. There was nobody there and the door was locked. I live on the 3rd floor so you can't climb in through a window besides they were all closed as well.
I have a common name so I figured I must have heard a neighbor calling another Mike. I went to the kitchen to get some breakfast and then I saw that my fridge was wide open and all the food was neatly stacked on the floor in front of the open fridge. Something weird is definitely going on in my apartment. I'm not scared of it but I'm looking for a new place.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
kwhLH
()
Date: March 04, 2014 01:13PM
Déjà vu? Wrote:
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> Strange Going Ons Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Okay since I moved in to my new apartment in
> > December this weird thing has been happening.
> At
> > 2:30 am the phone rings I pick up and I just
> get
> > the dial tone. Right after I pick up I hear a
> > sound from the front door. I go out and my
> > briefcase is knocked over. This happens about
> once
> > a week on different days. My girlfriend who
> sleeps
> > right next to me in the bed doesn't hear the
> phone
> > ring only I do which makes me think it's not
> > really ringing just in my head. But the knocked
> > over briefcase is weird. I tried not picking up
> > the phone and then my briefcase does not get
> > knocked over. I've had my girlfriend lock the
> > bedroom door and hide the key before bed and
> have
> > her go with me and check the briefcase after
> the
> > phone call, and yes the briefcase is knocked
> > over.
> >
> > This is real and it is happening often not sure
> > what to do about it?.
>
> When I read your post it literally sent a chill
> down my spine. Something has been happening on and
> off with me since I moved a few months ago. One
> day, I was taking a morning shower and someone
> called my name from the living room. I live alone
> and I thought I must have left the door unlocked
> and one of my buddies must have let themselves in,
> I couldn't recognize the voice though. I yelled
> out 'hold on a minute I'll be out in a minute'. So
> I finished my shower and wrapped a towel around
> myself and went out to the living room. There was
> nobody there and the door was locked. I live on
> the 3rd floor so you can't climb in through a
> window besides they were all closed as well.
>
> I have a common name so I figured I must have
> heard a neighbor calling another Mike. I went to
> the kitchen to get some breakfast and then I saw
> that my fridge was wide open and all the food was
> neatly stacked on the floor in front of the open
> fridge. Something weird is definitely going on in
> my apartment. I'm not scared of it but I'm looking
> for a new place.
Seems like to me that in both cases, you could take these issues to the landlord. There might be some kind of history to these apartments, either by themselves or the entire apartment complex.
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> Strange Going Ons Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Okay since I moved in to my new apartment in
> > December this weird thing has been happening.
> At
> > 2:30 am the phone rings I pick up and I just
> get
> > the dial tone. Right after I pick up I hear a
> > sound from the front door. I go out and my
> > briefcase is knocked over. This happens about
> once
> > a week on different days. My girlfriend who
> sleeps
> > right next to me in the bed doesn't hear the
> phone
> > ring only I do which makes me think it's not
> > really ringing just in my head. But the knocked
> > over briefcase is weird. I tried not picking up
> > the phone and then my briefcase does not get
> > knocked over. I've had my girlfriend lock the
> > bedroom door and hide the key before bed and
> have
> > her go with me and check the briefcase after
> the
> > phone call, and yes the briefcase is knocked
> > over.
> >
> > This is real and it is happening often not sure
> > what to do about it?.
>
> When I read your post it literally sent a chill
> down my spine. Something has been happening on and
> off with me since I moved a few months ago. One
> day, I was taking a morning shower and someone
> called my name from the living room. I live alone
> and I thought I must have left the door unlocked
> and one of my buddies must have let themselves in,
> I couldn't recognize the voice though. I yelled
> out 'hold on a minute I'll be out in a minute'. So
> I finished my shower and wrapped a towel around
> myself and went out to the living room. There was
> nobody there and the door was locked. I live on
> the 3rd floor so you can't climb in through a
> window besides they were all closed as well.
>
> I have a common name so I figured I must have
> heard a neighbor calling another Mike. I went to
> the kitchen to get some breakfast and then I saw
> that my fridge was wide open and all the food was
> neatly stacked on the floor in front of the open
> fridge. Something weird is definitely going on in
> my apartment. I'm not scared of it but I'm looking
> for a new place.
Seems like to me that in both cases, you could take these issues to the landlord. There might be some kind of history to these apartments, either by themselves or the entire apartment complex.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
kev
()
Date: March 04, 2014 01:13PM
Can someone explain this to me. Why is it that if ghosts are real, we only see ones from the last couple hundred years or so? What about ghosts from 1,000/10,000/20,000 years ago? Granted, the world was less populated, but still...this seams like a bias to "newer ghosts" which makes me doubt the existance of spirits.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost Hunter
()
Date: March 04, 2014 01:32PM
kev Wrote:
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> Can someone explain this to me. Why is it that if
> ghosts are real, we only see ones from the last
> couple hundred years or so? What about ghosts from
> 1,000/10,000/20,000 years ago? Granted, the world
> was less populated, but still...this seams like a
> bias to "newer ghosts" which makes me doubt the
> existance of spirits.
There are a number of different theories. I suspect the answer lies in the surrounding environment. Ghosts are not humans anymore, but seem to be some sort of energy that seems to "Cling" to objects, structures, etc. around them. I suspect that if you separate, remove, or destroy those objects and take away any useful sources of energy, ghosts tend to either disppear or become visible less frequently. As for ghosts of people, creatures who have been dead for very long periods of time, some sightings of prehistoric looking creatures in the world could be ghosts. For example the Thunderbirds, Pterodactyls, etc. and those might be tied to the lands they used to inhabit. For me, I don't have the luxury of dis-belief. I've lived in a haunted house and have seen a UFO up close. I get chills thinking about what other things are out there that "shouldn't" exist also.
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> Can someone explain this to me. Why is it that if
> ghosts are real, we only see ones from the last
> couple hundred years or so? What about ghosts from
> 1,000/10,000/20,000 years ago? Granted, the world
> was less populated, but still...this seams like a
> bias to "newer ghosts" which makes me doubt the
> existance of spirits.
There are a number of different theories. I suspect the answer lies in the surrounding environment. Ghosts are not humans anymore, but seem to be some sort of energy that seems to "Cling" to objects, structures, etc. around them. I suspect that if you separate, remove, or destroy those objects and take away any useful sources of energy, ghosts tend to either disppear or become visible less frequently. As for ghosts of people, creatures who have been dead for very long periods of time, some sightings of prehistoric looking creatures in the world could be ghosts. For example the Thunderbirds, Pterodactyls, etc. and those might be tied to the lands they used to inhabit. For me, I don't have the luxury of dis-belief. I've lived in a haunted house and have seen a UFO up close. I get chills thinking about what other things are out there that "shouldn't" exist also.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Mount Vernon sighting
()
Date: March 04, 2014 02:01PM
I was in Northern Virginia in the summer of 2008 with my family. On one of the days we visited Mount Vernon the site of George Washington's house and farm. We just entered his house with a bunch of people and were listening to the tour guide.
I was standing off on my own looking into the roped off doorways of a dining room and living room. I was looking ahead and listening to the tour guide when I felt a light tap on my left shoulder. A stranger was far over to my left blankly looking at the tour guide. My family was way over to my right also unaware of anything. No one was behind me, just a wall and the roped off dining room. I think maybe a maid or slave of George Washington's could have been trying to politely get my attention or George Washington himself.
Later in the tour we saw Washington's bedroom which the tour guide said he died in due to a fever or I think it might have been pneumonia. I told my family about what happened later on, they thought I was kidding at first but realized I was being serious. When I got back home to Massachusetts I researched Mount Vernon and discovered it's common place to have paranormal experiences. Some people had even seen a full apparition of Washington riding his white horse on the farm.
It was a very interesting way to experience history.
I was standing off on my own looking into the roped off doorways of a dining room and living room. I was looking ahead and listening to the tour guide when I felt a light tap on my left shoulder. A stranger was far over to my left blankly looking at the tour guide. My family was way over to my right also unaware of anything. No one was behind me, just a wall and the roped off dining room. I think maybe a maid or slave of George Washington's could have been trying to politely get my attention or George Washington himself.
Later in the tour we saw Washington's bedroom which the tour guide said he died in due to a fever or I think it might have been pneumonia. I told my family about what happened later on, they thought I was kidding at first but realized I was being serious. When I got back home to Massachusetts I researched Mount Vernon and discovered it's common place to have paranormal experiences. Some people had even seen a full apparition of Washington riding his white horse on the farm.
It was a very interesting way to experience history.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Jaime
()
Date: March 07, 2014 07:52PM
We grew up in Front Royal and we lived off Rivermont Dr. The house my father Billy built was definitely haunted, there were so many things that happened. And I wasn't the only one who experienced these things, my brothers and mom and cousins also saw and heard things.
Front Royal used to be called hells town for a reason.
Front Royal used to be called hells town for a reason.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghostbuster
()
Date: March 07, 2014 11:35PM
kev Wrote:
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> Can someone explain this to me. Why is it that if
> ghosts are real, we only see ones from the last
> couple hundred years or so? What about ghosts from
> 1,000/10,000/20,000 years ago? Granted, the world
> was less populated, but still...this seams like a
> bias to "newer ghosts" which makes me doubt the
> existance of spirits.
The theory I liked best was that most ghosts are "apparitions", which are emotional resonances that permeate the matter of a specific place, like a recording on magnetic tape. When a person who's sensitive to this phenomenon comes into proximity with a haunted location, they trigger a playback of the "recording" which tickles the neurons and synapses in their brains and leads to the highly subjective experience that most ghost encounters are.
This also explains why you don't experience ghosts from a thousand or two thousand or ten thousand years ago. Just like with any recording, the signal eventually degrades and ultimately fades away. (Although it'd be cool to think that you could see the ghosts of mammoths and cavemen.)
The biggest hole in this theory is that the recorded signal should be strongest shortly after the traumatic, emotional event, but I haven't heard any stories about something like Sandy Hook Elementary School being haunted.
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> Can someone explain this to me. Why is it that if
> ghosts are real, we only see ones from the last
> couple hundred years or so? What about ghosts from
> 1,000/10,000/20,000 years ago? Granted, the world
> was less populated, but still...this seams like a
> bias to "newer ghosts" which makes me doubt the
> existance of spirits.
The theory I liked best was that most ghosts are "apparitions", which are emotional resonances that permeate the matter of a specific place, like a recording on magnetic tape. When a person who's sensitive to this phenomenon comes into proximity with a haunted location, they trigger a playback of the "recording" which tickles the neurons and synapses in their brains and leads to the highly subjective experience that most ghost encounters are.
This also explains why you don't experience ghosts from a thousand or two thousand or ten thousand years ago. Just like with any recording, the signal eventually degrades and ultimately fades away. (Although it'd be cool to think that you could see the ghosts of mammoths and cavemen.)
The biggest hole in this theory is that the recorded signal should be strongest shortly after the traumatic, emotional event, but I haven't heard any stories about something like Sandy Hook Elementary School being haunted.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
VvuV7
()
Date: March 08, 2014 05:16AM
Ghostbuster Wrote:
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> The biggest hole in this theory is that the
> recorded signal should be strongest shortly after
> the traumatic, emotional event, but I haven't
> heard any stories about something like Sandy Hook
> Elementary School being haunted.
I noticed when my mother passed away, we had activity in our house until the day she was buried. (We could hear her calling my father's name through the air vents in the house, reflections off the glass doors and windows, etc.
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> The biggest hole in this theory is that the
> recorded signal should be strongest shortly after
> the traumatic, emotional event, but I haven't
> heard any stories about something like Sandy Hook
> Elementary School being haunted.
I noticed when my mother passed away, we had activity in our house until the day she was buried. (We could hear her calling my father's name through the air vents in the house, reflections off the glass doors and windows, etc.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Maybe
()
Date: March 08, 2014 07:49AM
I have read accounts of people in England encountering ghosts from Roman times and earlier, but such accounts are very rare, I suspect because they are more like recordings that simply wear out over time.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
VvuV7
()
Date: March 08, 2014 07:02PM
Maybe Wrote:
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> I have read accounts of people in England
> encountering ghosts from Roman times and earlier,
> but such accounts are very rare, I suspect because
> they are more like recordings that simply wear out
> over time.
I wondered if perhaps their "souls" were "Recycled". In other words, those spirits were reborn as new people. Maybe we are our own ancestors after all?
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> I have read accounts of people in England
> encountering ghosts from Roman times and earlier,
> but such accounts are very rare, I suspect because
> they are more like recordings that simply wear out
> over time.
I wondered if perhaps their "souls" were "Recycled". In other words, those spirits were reborn as new people. Maybe we are our own ancestors after all?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
jada
()
Date: March 10, 2014 08:24AM
Hi I live on West 3rd Ave. I live in my grandma's house. She built this house in 1965 and in 1966 she had my father. My grandma died 22 years later. When my dad was 30 and my mom was 29 they got married and moved into my grandma's house. One night my mom and dad were lying in the bed, and my mom saw a dark figure staring at her. Then they heard someone dragging stuff up and down the hallway and across the wall. My mom told my dad to go check, and he found that the furniture was moved around. My dad said it was his mom.
In 1997 my mom had my brother Brandon. One night Brandon started crying, and when my mom went to get him he was floating in the air like someone was holding him. In 2003 she had me, and more activity started happening. Something took me and held me in the air, so my mom called her mom to do an exorcism, and it went away for a little while but started again. We got someone to do a sweep of our house, and we found out it was my grandma.
In 1997 my mom had my brother Brandon. One night Brandon started crying, and when my mom went to get him he was floating in the air like someone was holding him. In 2003 she had me, and more activity started happening. Something took me and held me in the air, so my mom called her mom to do an exorcism, and it went away for a little while but started again. We got someone to do a sweep of our house, and we found out it was my grandma.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
DC Ghost story
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Date: March 10, 2014 08:51AM
A bit of history on Georgia Avenue. On July 11 1864 Confederate cannons fired into Washington DC from their position at Jackson Lane and the Washington-rockville pike
(now Bradley Boulevard and Wisconsin Avenue) as 20 000 Confederate troops advanced on Union defenses along Rock Creek and down seventh
Street (Georgia Avenue).
In the midst of the cannon fire gun shots and rebel yells a young man fell in love. His ghost can still be seen today seeking one
more glimpse of the woman he never spoke to but came to love so dearly that it cost him his life. Col. Isaac Grimsley served as an aide
to Confederate general jubal early who commanded the Confederate attack. Col. Grimsley bravely rode his horse from the Confederate
command post in Silver Spring up and down the Confederate line with battle orders for the troops.
Each time he rode the line he passed the Bradley farm house where in a large window he observed the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
With grace and style Maria belt was the sophisticated elegant woman of his dreams. She did not make a welcoming gesture or acknowledge the
handsome Confederate colonel. Each time he passed the colonel slowed his horse to slow trot so that he could admire her. As the day grew long
a haze of gun smoke spread across the battlefield and col.
Grimsley stopped his galloping horse one final time to gaze into her eyes. She did not look away. At that moment a Union cannon fired from
fort Reno with the shell that cost the colonel his life. It was an easy shot since the colonel in his moment of amours intoxication foolishly
placed himself in the open easily seen by Union troops.
Today the Bradley farm house is the site of the Chevy chase country club. On warm summer nights guests leaving the club report hearing a galloping
horse approach then suddenly stop. For a moment they can see a soldier in uniform gazing longingly toward the house.
In an instant he is gone. Inscribed in the club house chimney is "1747" the year the farm house was built. Thirty years later during the
revolutionary war Maria belt lived in that house and waited patiently for her lover to return. She never accepted his death in battle and spent
years waiting for him at that window. She died heartbroken long before the Civil War. Confederate col. Isaac Grimsley had fallen in love with the
image of her lovelorn ghost.
(now Bradley Boulevard and Wisconsin Avenue) as 20 000 Confederate troops advanced on Union defenses along Rock Creek and down seventh
Street (Georgia Avenue).
In the midst of the cannon fire gun shots and rebel yells a young man fell in love. His ghost can still be seen today seeking one
more glimpse of the woman he never spoke to but came to love so dearly that it cost him his life. Col. Isaac Grimsley served as an aide
to Confederate general jubal early who commanded the Confederate attack. Col. Grimsley bravely rode his horse from the Confederate
command post in Silver Spring up and down the Confederate line with battle orders for the troops.
Each time he rode the line he passed the Bradley farm house where in a large window he observed the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
With grace and style Maria belt was the sophisticated elegant woman of his dreams. She did not make a welcoming gesture or acknowledge the
handsome Confederate colonel. Each time he passed the colonel slowed his horse to slow trot so that he could admire her. As the day grew long
a haze of gun smoke spread across the battlefield and col.
Grimsley stopped his galloping horse one final time to gaze into her eyes. She did not look away. At that moment a Union cannon fired from
fort Reno with the shell that cost the colonel his life. It was an easy shot since the colonel in his moment of amours intoxication foolishly
placed himself in the open easily seen by Union troops.
Today the Bradley farm house is the site of the Chevy chase country club. On warm summer nights guests leaving the club report hearing a galloping
horse approach then suddenly stop. For a moment they can see a soldier in uniform gazing longingly toward the house.
In an instant he is gone. Inscribed in the club house chimney is "1747" the year the farm house was built. Thirty years later during the
revolutionary war Maria belt lived in that house and waited patiently for her lover to return. She never accepted his death in battle and spent
years waiting for him at that window. She died heartbroken long before the Civil War. Confederate col. Isaac Grimsley had fallen in love with the
image of her lovelorn ghost.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
bs
()
Date: March 10, 2014 12:04PM
jada Wrote:
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> Hi I live on West 3rd Ave. I live in my grandma's
> house. She built this house in 1965 and in 1966
> she had my father. My grandma died 22 years later.
> When my dad was 30 and my mom was 29 they got
> married and moved into my grandma's house. One
> night my mom and dad were lying in the bed, and my
> mom saw a dark figure staring at her. Then they
> heard someone dragging stuff up and down the
> hallway and across the wall. My mom told my dad to
> go check, and he found that the furniture was
> moved around. My dad said it was his mom.
>
> In 1997 my mom had my brother Brandon. One night
> Brandon started crying, and when my mom went to
> get him he was floating in the air like someone
> was holding him. In 2003 she had me, and more
> activity started happening. Something took me and
> held me in the air, so my mom called her mom to do
> an exorcism, and it went away for a little while
> but started again. We got someone to do a sweep of
> our house, and we found out it was my grandma.
SORRY, HONEY, BUT NO 11 YR-OLD WRITES THIS WELL. Nice try
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> Hi I live on West 3rd Ave. I live in my grandma's
> house. She built this house in 1965 and in 1966
> she had my father. My grandma died 22 years later.
> When my dad was 30 and my mom was 29 they got
> married and moved into my grandma's house. One
> night my mom and dad were lying in the bed, and my
> mom saw a dark figure staring at her. Then they
> heard someone dragging stuff up and down the
> hallway and across the wall. My mom told my dad to
> go check, and he found that the furniture was
> moved around. My dad said it was his mom.
>
> In 1997 my mom had my brother Brandon. One night
> Brandon started crying, and when my mom went to
> get him he was floating in the air like someone
> was holding him. In 2003 she had me, and more
> activity started happening. Something took me and
> held me in the air, so my mom called her mom to do
> an exorcism, and it went away for a little while
> but started again. We got someone to do a sweep of
> our house, and we found out it was my grandma.
SORRY, HONEY, BUT NO 11 YR-OLD WRITES THIS WELL. Nice try
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
psychic
()
Date: March 10, 2014 12:24PM
Speaking of England/Scotland, I had two awesome experiences in England and one at the Supreme Court in DC.
1-----Glamis Castle, Forfar, SCOT: The lord of the castle is said to haunt the attic area, where he played cards with a friend of his on Saturday night. As the clock ticked midnight, a strange man came in. It was supposedly the devil and both men burned unexpectantly. The owners bricked up an area which is believed to be the exact spot where they played.
I had forgotten why exactly I wanted to go to Glamis, but as we did the tour I felt like someone was watching me. Then the guide mentioned the story. I wasn't all that freaked until I went to ...
2------Berekeley Castle, Gloucester, ENG: A --- In the small greeting area there was a large pit. I was standing with another couple when she said, 'I wonder what this was used for?' I answered w/out thinking, 'probably threw people down in there.
As it turns out, King Edward II was thrown in, where animal carcasses were thrown in -- the thinking being he was suffocate on the decomposing flesh; when that didn't work they tried starving him to death -- 30 days later he's still alive. So, while sleeping in his bed in his prison cell, a red-hot stake was shoved up him bum (NO! No joke!!)
My question to myself was: How did I know they threw bodies down there when I didn't know of this story?!
B -- In the chapel, I was in the front looking at the pulpit which had two chairs to the left in a semi-dark little corner. For some reason I was transfixed on one chair, which I couldn't approach, staring at it and feeling like someone was staring right back at me!! It was creepy as all get out!
The guide then explains some people don't even GO in the chapel because of the 'spirits.'
3-----Library in the Supreme Court: My father worked there and his coworker took us on a tour, one of which was the library (NOT on the public tour). It is a long, narrow, dark room with a 2nd floor looking down on tables.
Looking at the far end of the room again I had the feeling someone was staring at me, but this time I got chilled and goosebumps. Didn't like it not one bit.
As it turns out, that land the Court was built on was an old gallows where men were hung in the early 1900s.
So........while I've never seen a ghost or mists or anything like that, I consider myself more empathic toward ghosts. I feel them rather than see them, which in a way is much better for me!!
1-----Glamis Castle, Forfar, SCOT: The lord of the castle is said to haunt the attic area, where he played cards with a friend of his on Saturday night. As the clock ticked midnight, a strange man came in. It was supposedly the devil and both men burned unexpectantly. The owners bricked up an area which is believed to be the exact spot where they played.
I had forgotten why exactly I wanted to go to Glamis, but as we did the tour I felt like someone was watching me. Then the guide mentioned the story. I wasn't all that freaked until I went to ...
2------Berekeley Castle, Gloucester, ENG: A --- In the small greeting area there was a large pit. I was standing with another couple when she said, 'I wonder what this was used for?' I answered w/out thinking, 'probably threw people down in there.
As it turns out, King Edward II was thrown in, where animal carcasses were thrown in -- the thinking being he was suffocate on the decomposing flesh; when that didn't work they tried starving him to death -- 30 days later he's still alive. So, while sleeping in his bed in his prison cell, a red-hot stake was shoved up him bum (NO! No joke!!)
My question to myself was: How did I know they threw bodies down there when I didn't know of this story?!
B -- In the chapel, I was in the front looking at the pulpit which had two chairs to the left in a semi-dark little corner. For some reason I was transfixed on one chair, which I couldn't approach, staring at it and feeling like someone was staring right back at me!! It was creepy as all get out!
The guide then explains some people don't even GO in the chapel because of the 'spirits.'
3-----Library in the Supreme Court: My father worked there and his coworker took us on a tour, one of which was the library (NOT on the public tour). It is a long, narrow, dark room with a 2nd floor looking down on tables.
Looking at the far end of the room again I had the feeling someone was staring at me, but this time I got chilled and goosebumps. Didn't like it not one bit.
As it turns out, that land the Court was built on was an old gallows where men were hung in the early 1900s.
So........while I've never seen a ghost or mists or anything like that, I consider myself more empathic toward ghosts. I feel them rather than see them, which in a way is much better for me!!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
DC Ghost stories
()
Date: March 10, 2014 02:16PM
Among my passions is learning about the Confederate army's desperate attack on Washington DC
toward the end of the Civil War. On a warm summer evening I ventured into the forest in northern
Rock Creek Park searching for the barricades constructed by the Confederates during their attack
known as breast works.
My research materials were vague so I spent long hours criss-crossing the forest searching for
the isolated site. It was nearly dark when I found the Confederate army's battle position deep
within the woods.
It was an eerie place with a disturbing calm on this ground men rushed at each other bayonets
glistening with lethal intent as their comrades succumbed to the bullet and cannon fire filling
the air.
The light grew dim as I approached. To my amazement right before my eyes only feet away ghosts
sprang to life from the Confederate earth works they charged toward me screaming their battle cry
thirsty for the blood of unseen Union soldiers.
I panicked and ran knowing their purpose was to thrust their cold bayonets into enemy hearts. I
was certain of what I saw.... Or was i? Could the soldier's coats have simply been the soft gray
fur of gentle deer?
Were the screams my own or a rebel yell by Confederate ghosts soldiers once again launching their
futile attack? I may never know. July 11th is the anniversary of the attack. You could go to there and
let me know what you see if you survive…
toward the end of the Civil War. On a warm summer evening I ventured into the forest in northern
Rock Creek Park searching for the barricades constructed by the Confederates during their attack
known as breast works.
My research materials were vague so I spent long hours criss-crossing the forest searching for
the isolated site. It was nearly dark when I found the Confederate army's battle position deep
within the woods.
It was an eerie place with a disturbing calm on this ground men rushed at each other bayonets
glistening with lethal intent as their comrades succumbed to the bullet and cannon fire filling
the air.
The light grew dim as I approached. To my amazement right before my eyes only feet away ghosts
sprang to life from the Confederate earth works they charged toward me screaming their battle cry
thirsty for the blood of unseen Union soldiers.
I panicked and ran knowing their purpose was to thrust their cold bayonets into enemy hearts. I
was certain of what I saw.... Or was i? Could the soldier's coats have simply been the soft gray
fur of gentle deer?
Were the screams my own or a rebel yell by Confederate ghosts soldiers once again launching their
futile attack? I may never know. July 11th is the anniversary of the attack. You could go to there and
let me know what you see if you survive…
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Sugarland ghost
()
Date: March 11, 2014 06:37AM
Sorry this is not in Fairfax but in nearby Loudoun county. I live in Sugarland Sterling, VA. Last year in September I was looking out my patio door. I saw an old man walking on the walking path. I was standing there just watching, and all of the sudden he vanished. Then I knew he was a ghost . All of the time you can smell lilacs in the air, but there's no lilacs that bloom in the fall or winter time.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
speaking of loudoun.....
()
Date: March 11, 2014 08:34AM
The Haunting Spirits of Leesburg
http://brleader.com/?p=5988
Loudoun County is home to equestrians, antique dealers, farmers, winemakers, and according to many, ghosts. It seems like nearly everyone you talk to in Loudoun has a story about a friend of a friend who heard a voice, or saw a face, or felt a tap on his shoulder.
Some local ghost stories are well documented, with historical accounts to back them up. For instance, the ghost who haunts the Glenfiddich house on North King Street in Leesburg, has been determined to be Col. Erasmus Burt who died in the house after being wounded in the October, 1861 Battle of Balls Bluff. The blood he reportedly spilled as he was carried into the house is said to reappear on the stairs at night. Burt has occasionally appeared in the house, standing in the hall in full uniform, but he has only appeared during daylight hours.
Some circulating stories, however, seem all too similar to urban legends told all over the country. One such story, also associated with the deadly Battle of Balls Bluff, involves some teenagers who were hanging out near the Balls Bluff cemetery several years back. They heard the sounds of screaming and ran back to their car. When they got there, the car would not move. When it suddenly lurched forward, the teens drove it back to town where they later found mysterious muddy handprints on the trunk.
One person who collects stories like these to share on the Loudoun Museum’s Hauntings tours is Peter Kelpinski, a member of the Loudoun Museum’s Board of Trustees. “I figure that North King Street is probably the most haunted street in Leesburg and perhaps Loudoun County,” says Kelpinski, who started Hauntings in 1991. “There are [ghosts in] the Lynch and Glenfiddich houses, the Courthouse, the Sona Bank— and there is supposed to be a ghost in one of the restaurants,” although, Kelpinski admits, he hasn’t learned much about that last story yet.
The Lynch house has become home to one of the best known hauntings in Leesburg. “It’s so popular because it’s a great story,” says Kelpinski. “It’s the Woman in White.” Years of research have given the Woman in White a name: Liza Thompson. She lived in the house during the Civil War. When her husband, who had left the deed to the house with a local banker, never came back from the war, she was forced to undergo a long legal battle to keep the house. Many believe that, because she fought so hard to stay in her home, she refused to leave it even after her death.
The stories of Liza’s ghost began when a child living in the house began reporting that he had seen a woman in white in his bedroom. It became clear that the boy was not just imagining the apparition when some guests of the Lynch’s who were staying in his room saw Liza as well. The current residents of the Lynch house are not afraid of Liza, as they have always felt that she is “a benevolent presence.”
The Lynch house is also where Peter Kelpinski said he had his first encounter with the paranormal. He was alone in the house preparing for that year’s tours when he heard a disembodied laugh from one corner of the parlor. It was later that evening that Kelpinski learned that a psychic had recently revealed that Liza was not the only ghost in the Lynch house, but that there was also a man who lurked in the very corner from which Kelpinski heard the laugh!
One of Kelpinski’s favorite stories is a little too far out of the way to be included on the Hauntings tours, but involves a house on West Market Street in Leesburg. It was once the home of Mr. and Mrs. Nichols. Mrs. Nichols reportedly loved children, but was never able to have any of her own. Recently, a family with two young children were staying at that house for the holidays. The adults were preparing for a Christmas party while the children were playing in a large upstairs ballroom. When their mother called the children so that she could help them get dressed in their party clothes, they came down the stairs already dressed in clean, pressed clothes; the young girl’s hair braided and tied with ribbon. Their mother, who knew they could not get dressed on their own, asked how they did it. “The nice lady upstairs helped us,” they told her. Sometime later, when they were looking over some old things from the house, the children identified a photo of Mrs. Nichols as the woman who helped them dress for the Christmas party.
When asked why all these ghost stories should be associated with the Loudoun Museum, Kelpinski insists that it’s not just about the ghosts, “It’s about oral history,” he says, “It’s preserving the local lore.” And it’s about having fun. On the tour, he says, “People aren’t going to jump out with a chainsaw. It’s to scare you with a good story.”
For people eager to hear more spooky stories, this year’s Hauntings Tours will take place on Friday, October 28 and Saturday October 29. Tours leave from the Leesburg Town Hall every 15 minutes from 6:00 to 10:00 p.m. For tickets and more information call 703-777-7427 or visit http://www.loudounmuseum.org/hauntings.html.
Did She Get Away With Murder?
A Loudoun County woman, Emily Lloyd, was the “Casey Anthony” of 1872. She was vilified by headlines across the country when she was charged and tried for poisoning her daughter, Maude. Members of the community became alarmed when every member of the Lloyd household: Emily’s husband Charles, his aunt, the Lloyd’s two sons, a daughter, and finally Maude, all died of similar symptoms within a few months of each other. Lloyd responded to concerns by saying simply that “All the Lloyds die that way,” as if there was some genetic disease which killed them.
A pharmacist testified that he had sold arsenic to Lloyd when she complained of a rat infestation in her home. It was probably the testimony of several doctors who could not entirely rule out the possibility of other diseases with similar symptoms to arsenic poisoning, which forced the jury to return the verdict of not guilty on October 31, 1872.
Attachments:
http://brleader.com/?p=5988
Loudoun County is home to equestrians, antique dealers, farmers, winemakers, and according to many, ghosts. It seems like nearly everyone you talk to in Loudoun has a story about a friend of a friend who heard a voice, or saw a face, or felt a tap on his shoulder.
Some local ghost stories are well documented, with historical accounts to back them up. For instance, the ghost who haunts the Glenfiddich house on North King Street in Leesburg, has been determined to be Col. Erasmus Burt who died in the house after being wounded in the October, 1861 Battle of Balls Bluff. The blood he reportedly spilled as he was carried into the house is said to reappear on the stairs at night. Burt has occasionally appeared in the house, standing in the hall in full uniform, but he has only appeared during daylight hours.
Some circulating stories, however, seem all too similar to urban legends told all over the country. One such story, also associated with the deadly Battle of Balls Bluff, involves some teenagers who were hanging out near the Balls Bluff cemetery several years back. They heard the sounds of screaming and ran back to their car. When they got there, the car would not move. When it suddenly lurched forward, the teens drove it back to town where they later found mysterious muddy handprints on the trunk.
One person who collects stories like these to share on the Loudoun Museum’s Hauntings tours is Peter Kelpinski, a member of the Loudoun Museum’s Board of Trustees. “I figure that North King Street is probably the most haunted street in Leesburg and perhaps Loudoun County,” says Kelpinski, who started Hauntings in 1991. “There are [ghosts in] the Lynch and Glenfiddich houses, the Courthouse, the Sona Bank— and there is supposed to be a ghost in one of the restaurants,” although, Kelpinski admits, he hasn’t learned much about that last story yet.
The Lynch house has become home to one of the best known hauntings in Leesburg. “It’s so popular because it’s a great story,” says Kelpinski. “It’s the Woman in White.” Years of research have given the Woman in White a name: Liza Thompson. She lived in the house during the Civil War. When her husband, who had left the deed to the house with a local banker, never came back from the war, she was forced to undergo a long legal battle to keep the house. Many believe that, because she fought so hard to stay in her home, she refused to leave it even after her death.
The stories of Liza’s ghost began when a child living in the house began reporting that he had seen a woman in white in his bedroom. It became clear that the boy was not just imagining the apparition when some guests of the Lynch’s who were staying in his room saw Liza as well. The current residents of the Lynch house are not afraid of Liza, as they have always felt that she is “a benevolent presence.”
The Lynch house is also where Peter Kelpinski said he had his first encounter with the paranormal. He was alone in the house preparing for that year’s tours when he heard a disembodied laugh from one corner of the parlor. It was later that evening that Kelpinski learned that a psychic had recently revealed that Liza was not the only ghost in the Lynch house, but that there was also a man who lurked in the very corner from which Kelpinski heard the laugh!
One of Kelpinski’s favorite stories is a little too far out of the way to be included on the Hauntings tours, but involves a house on West Market Street in Leesburg. It was once the home of Mr. and Mrs. Nichols. Mrs. Nichols reportedly loved children, but was never able to have any of her own. Recently, a family with two young children were staying at that house for the holidays. The adults were preparing for a Christmas party while the children were playing in a large upstairs ballroom. When their mother called the children so that she could help them get dressed in their party clothes, they came down the stairs already dressed in clean, pressed clothes; the young girl’s hair braided and tied with ribbon. Their mother, who knew they could not get dressed on their own, asked how they did it. “The nice lady upstairs helped us,” they told her. Sometime later, when they were looking over some old things from the house, the children identified a photo of Mrs. Nichols as the woman who helped them dress for the Christmas party.
When asked why all these ghost stories should be associated with the Loudoun Museum, Kelpinski insists that it’s not just about the ghosts, “It’s about oral history,” he says, “It’s preserving the local lore.” And it’s about having fun. On the tour, he says, “People aren’t going to jump out with a chainsaw. It’s to scare you with a good story.”
For people eager to hear more spooky stories, this year’s Hauntings Tours will take place on Friday, October 28 and Saturday October 29. Tours leave from the Leesburg Town Hall every 15 minutes from 6:00 to 10:00 p.m. For tickets and more information call 703-777-7427 or visit http://www.loudounmuseum.org/hauntings.html.
Did She Get Away With Murder?
A Loudoun County woman, Emily Lloyd, was the “Casey Anthony” of 1872. She was vilified by headlines across the country when she was charged and tried for poisoning her daughter, Maude. Members of the community became alarmed when every member of the Lloyd household: Emily’s husband Charles, his aunt, the Lloyd’s two sons, a daughter, and finally Maude, all died of similar symptoms within a few months of each other. Lloyd responded to concerns by saying simply that “All the Lloyds die that way,” as if there was some genetic disease which killed them.
A pharmacist testified that he had sold arsenic to Lloyd when she complained of a rat infestation in her home. It was probably the testimony of several doctors who could not entirely rule out the possibility of other diseases with similar symptoms to arsenic poisoning, which forced the jury to return the verdict of not guilty on October 31, 1872.
Attachments:
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Emily Lloyd newspaper article
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Date: March 11, 2014 09:32AM
speaking of loudoun..... Wrote:
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> Did She Get Away With Murder?
> A Loudoun County woman, Emily Lloyd, was the
> “Casey Anthony” of 1872. She was vilified by
> headlines across the country when she was charged
> and tried for poisoning her daughter, Maude.
> Members of the community became alarmed when every
> member of the Lloyd household: Emily’s husband
> Charles, his aunt, the Lloyd’s two sons, a
> daughter, and finally Maude, all died of similar
> symptoms within a few months of each other. Lloyd
> responded to concerns by saying simply that “All
> the Lloyds die that way,” as if there was some
> genetic disease which killed them.
>
> A pharmacist testified that he had sold arsenic to
> Lloyd when she complained of a rat infestation in
> her home. It was probably the testimony of several
> doctors who could not entirely rule out the
> possibility of other diseases with similar
> symptoms to arsenic poisoning, which forced the
> jury to return the verdict of not guilty on
> October 31, 1872.
Attachments:
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> Did She Get Away With Murder?
> A Loudoun County woman, Emily Lloyd, was the
> “Casey Anthony” of 1872. She was vilified by
> headlines across the country when she was charged
> and tried for poisoning her daughter, Maude.
> Members of the community became alarmed when every
> member of the Lloyd household: Emily’s husband
> Charles, his aunt, the Lloyd’s two sons, a
> daughter, and finally Maude, all died of similar
> symptoms within a few months of each other. Lloyd
> responded to concerns by saying simply that “All
> the Lloyds die that way,” as if there was some
> genetic disease which killed them.
>
> A pharmacist testified that he had sold arsenic to
> Lloyd when she complained of a rat infestation in
> her home. It was probably the testimony of several
> doctors who could not entirely rule out the
> possibility of other diseases with similar
> symptoms to arsenic poisoning, which forced the
> jury to return the verdict of not guilty on
> October 31, 1872.
Attachments:
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
out of towner
()
Date: March 14, 2014 08:48AM
I just returned this week from a business trip to D.C. with three other co-workers. In our free time we did as much site seeing as possible. I managed to take about 100 digital photos of a lot of the historical sites in D.C. A few days after arriving back home my daughters and I were reviewing the photos and found a very disturbing site. It is clearly an image of something from the paranormal life, this is a very vivid photo of some thing that is clearly no longer a human being and it is right in front of the Lincoln Memorial.
I have never seen anything in my life that would ever make me believe in the paranormal world, until now. This photo has been viewed by some 30 to 35 people and they are all in agreement that it is something from the paranormal world.
I have never seen anything in my life that would ever make me believe in the paranormal world, until now. This photo has been viewed by some 30 to 35 people and they are all in agreement that it is something from the paranormal world.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
dTtTd
()
Date: March 16, 2014 05:17AM
My family and I went to all the museums in Washington, I saw ghosts in all of them. My parents don't believe me but the ghosts were real. I don't know who they were though. They looked like they were from a long time ago.
They looked like workers, maybe workers who died while building the buildings?
They looked like workers, maybe workers who died while building the buildings?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ex Resident
()
Date: March 17, 2014 10:31AM
We lived in a somewhat new subdivision on Carousel Lane. There was definitely a ghost in our house. Things would be dropped in the night. Sometimes the garage smelled of natural gas. You would see things out of the corner of your eye, etc. One night while discussing ''our ghost'' I clearly tuned into his first name. Turns out the owner of a nearby house died from a gas explosion on his property next door. Incidentally I was right about his name - spooky.
Friendly ghost but wanted to make sure you knew he was there. He liked when the house was peaceful, but activity increased if someone in the house was angry about something.
Friendly ghost but wanted to make sure you knew he was there. He liked when the house was peaceful, but activity increased if someone in the house was angry about something.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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Sophomore at JMU
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Date: March 17, 2014 12:14PM
Hi, I am a sophomore at JMU living in Rockingham Hall, the awkward off-campus dorm that used to be a hotel. This place is always so empty! When I first moved in I heard a lot of odd creaks and such but attributed the noises to being able to hear into the rooms on either side of my own.
However once after taking a shower I had brushed my teeth and when I looked back at the mirror after putting my things back into place I noticed a hand print much too large to be my own on the mirror.
It was pretty strange but I did not feel threatened or anything. I also have heard the door to my room open and close when no one has come in and plenty of odd creaks and groans. Pretty weird. PS this dorm does not suck! It's not too far from campus and the RAs are not as strict as in other dorms! Also the rooms are bigger and you get a bathroom connected to the room so no awkward community bathroom :).
However once after taking a shower I had brushed my teeth and when I looked back at the mirror after putting my things back into place I noticed a hand print much too large to be my own on the mirror.
It was pretty strange but I did not feel threatened or anything. I also have heard the door to my room open and close when no one has come in and plenty of odd creaks and groans. Pretty weird. PS this dorm does not suck! It's not too far from campus and the RAs are not as strict as in other dorms! Also the rooms are bigger and you get a bathroom connected to the room so no awkward community bathroom :).
Haunting at Overlee pool in Arlington shows past is still part of community’s future
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Haunting at Overlee pool Arlingt
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Date: March 17, 2014 12:36PM
Does anyone know anything more about this? Anyone ever seen something there?
Haunting at Overlee pool in Arlington shows past is still part of community’s future
http://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/style/haunting-at-overlee-pool-in-arlington-shows-past-is-still-part-of-communitys-future/2012/06/13/gJQA4GPyaV_story.html
The girl’s strawberry blond hair bobbed in ringlets like Shirley Temple’s. She wore a ruffled, light-colored dress. At first Greg York thought it was his daughter, but this girl, in addition to wearing period clothing, was older. And transparent. He could see right through her, to the wood staircase on which she was sitting.
He froze in the foyer of the Victorian-era clubhouse that overlooked his community pool, gripping the old paint cans he was removing from the crumbling stone basement.
Look away, he told himself with unnatural serenity, and when you look back the ghost will be gone.
He did. She wasn’t. She was still there, watching the man who had moved into her house and would eventually oversee its demolition.
York bolted out the front door, scared as hell, down the embankment, toward the pool, as if the bitter incense of chlorine would ward off whatever he’d just seen.
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Haunting at Overlee pool in Arlington shows past is still part of community’s future
http://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/style/haunting-at-overlee-pool-in-arlington-shows-past-is-still-part-of-communitys-future/2012/06/13/gJQA4GPyaV_story.html
The girl’s strawberry blond hair bobbed in ringlets like Shirley Temple’s. She wore a ruffled, light-colored dress. At first Greg York thought it was his daughter, but this girl, in addition to wearing period clothing, was older. And transparent. He could see right through her, to the wood staircase on which she was sitting.
He froze in the foyer of the Victorian-era clubhouse that overlooked his community pool, gripping the old paint cans he was removing from the crumbling stone basement.
Look away, he told himself with unnatural serenity, and when you look back the ghost will be gone.
He did. She wasn’t. She was still there, watching the man who had moved into her house and would eventually oversee its demolition.
York bolted out the front door, scared as hell, down the embankment, toward the pool, as if the bitter incense of chlorine would ward off whatever he’d just seen.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
ghost of gov doubletalkers
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Date: March 18, 2014 01:43PM
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
prof mortimer
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Date: March 18, 2014 01:45PM
you mean they didn't notice the flame color when the burned the bodies?
that's inefficient. i'm filing a report to the EPA
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that's inefficient. i'm filing a report to the EPA
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Posted by:
newport news
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Date: March 19, 2014 06:49AM
In 1995 or early 96, a group of black shapes appeared on the recently painted white bedroom wall. This happened late at night, on a night I happened to be awake. I wasn't awake due to any duress or stress. I just happened to be awake. Then it became stressful, in fact terrifying. The shapes began to solidify, becoming one shape, and moving in a sort of spiral. I was literally paralyzed.
Somehow I made it through the night despite the overwhelming presence of something very evil trying to overtake me. (Thanks Lord for not letting that happen. ) I asked the landlord if anything weird or dramatic had happened in the past in this apartment. To his knowledge the answer was No. But two doors down there was a suicide two months earlier, and the apartments are all connected. This was truly a strange scary experience.
Somehow I made it through the night despite the overwhelming presence of something very evil trying to overtake me. (Thanks Lord for not letting that happen. ) I asked the landlord if anything weird or dramatic had happened in the past in this apartment. To his knowledge the answer was No. But two doors down there was a suicide two months earlier, and the apartments are all connected. This was truly a strange scary experience.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Amber
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Date: March 22, 2014 04:46AM
My boyfriend Chad and I were walking my dog down a street by a cemetery in Oakton and I thought I heard whispering, figuring it might be someone talking in their house or someone else might be walking near us. I ignored it, I noticed that my dog was acting strange, he kept stopping and staring. We heard something walking, we thought that it might have been a deer or a bunny so we kept trying to walk past. Then it kept sounding like something was running up behind us.
We turned around, nothing was there, so we kept walking and we kept having the feeling of being followed by something. I kept hearing like whispers, it creeped me out so bad I had to turn off the nearest road. I never want to walk down there ever again. Has anyone else experienced anythign like this? We were next to Flint Hilly Cemetary in Oakton.
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We turned around, nothing was there, so we kept walking and we kept having the feeling of being followed by something. I kept hearing like whispers, it creeped me out so bad I had to turn off the nearest road. I never want to walk down there ever again. Has anyone else experienced anythign like this? We were next to Flint Hilly Cemetary in Oakton.
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Flint Hill Cemetary in Oakton
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Date: March 22, 2014 06:23AM
I have relatives that are buried there. I remember back when I was a little kid and my grandmother would take us over there a few times a week and the place always seemed "crowded" (a lot of people were in there). I've often wondered if I was seeing ghosts there as a kid.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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Botts Avenue in Woodbridge
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Date: March 25, 2014 12:27PM
We lived in a house on Botts Avenue in Woodbridge, our house had to what seemed to be multiple spirits. Everyone in my family and anyone who ever visited had some type of experience in that house.
I once saw a shadow of a baby crawl across the hallway to one o the bedrooms upstairs. It was well know to everyone who came to our house that they would hear children call their names in a playful manner.
A ball everyday would be heard bouncing in the attic. My grandmother once saw two children, a girl and a younger boy around the same age as my sister and I and she thought it was us that she saw run by the kitchen and go downstairs. She said that about 20 minutes after my sister and I came home from school. There were several occasions where we were physically bothered. I was moved under the couch while I was sleeping, my sister was moved under the bed of an empty room, also my brother and his friends went to our house after we had to leave for sometime for some work to be done to the house on some pipes.
They were drinking in the living room when a penny was thrown from what seemed to be from one of the bedrooms to the living room where they were, and again until they felt uncomfortable and left. And as they were leaving my brother was grabbed by the shirt as he stepped out the door and the door closed and the curtain on the window moved as if someone wanted to see what we did.
There were countless events that occurred which I could speak of. If anyone sees this and has questions or would like hear more stories I could be contacted through email at wua1993@gmail.com.
I once saw a shadow of a baby crawl across the hallway to one o the bedrooms upstairs. It was well know to everyone who came to our house that they would hear children call their names in a playful manner.
A ball everyday would be heard bouncing in the attic. My grandmother once saw two children, a girl and a younger boy around the same age as my sister and I and she thought it was us that she saw run by the kitchen and go downstairs. She said that about 20 minutes after my sister and I came home from school. There were several occasions where we were physically bothered. I was moved under the couch while I was sleeping, my sister was moved under the bed of an empty room, also my brother and his friends went to our house after we had to leave for sometime for some work to be done to the house on some pipes.
They were drinking in the living room when a penny was thrown from what seemed to be from one of the bedrooms to the living room where they were, and again until they felt uncomfortable and left. And as they were leaving my brother was grabbed by the shirt as he stepped out the door and the door closed and the curtain on the window moved as if someone wanted to see what we did.
There were countless events that occurred which I could speak of. If anyone sees this and has questions or would like hear more stories I could be contacted through email at wua1993@gmail.com.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Megan Stewart
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Date: March 29, 2014 04:28PM
Many full moons ago I worked as a manager at a sports bar in Woodbridge, VA. I worked there for many years without so much as an odd occurrence, aside from the occasional intoxicated patron that frequented the establishment and made our lives interesting on a nightly basis. One particular evening, around 3am, I was wiping down tables, flipping chairs, etc, and pretty much minding my own business, as there were only two employees remaining at that hour...myself and a bartender, who was in the office counting her drawer. As I'm going through the 'closing routine' I felt a definitive tug on my apron string...out of sheer habit, I swung around to slug the person who had tugged on my string. To my surprise there was absolutely no one there...NO ONE, the bar was eerily quite and still. Given the late hour, I chalked it up to being overly tired.
I began to walk toward the office...out of nowhere, a HUGE gush of ice cold air came down from above with such force it practically knocked me off my feet. Mind you, this was mid-summer and yes, we were running the A/C. However, when I looked up, there was absolutely no sign of an air conditioning duct or anything that would have even remotely created that type of pressure, warm or cold! Let me just say I was a little unnerved. I continued on with my chores, never mentioning to the bartender what I had experienced, I locked up with and with her in tow we went our separate ways.
Shortly there after on yet another interesting evening, I was going through my ritual of cleaning up when I heard someone whistling a beautiful little piece. A few minutes went by before I yelled out to the bouncer, (who aside from him were two bartenders doing their paper work in the office) "Pete, that's such a beautiful tune you're whistling, what is it?" Pete cocked his head to the side and asked me what in the world I was talking about. I laughed, thinking he was joking and said "come on Pete, that tune you were whistling, what was it?" He walked a little closer and looked me in the eye and said "Megan, I don't know how to whistle!" Thinking he was playing one of his many jokes with me, I let it go....Until, one week later, the bar manager, myself, and a bartender were sitting down after a particularly hectic night and began to recant our evenings experiences, our lives and....."The Farmer". According to the bar manager, the strip plaza that our bar was located in was built on top of an old airport, which was built on top of old farm land, complete with a working farm. Apparently "The Farmer" who owned the original land enjoys making appearances to individuals and letting himself be 'known'. The bar manager began to relate several stories to me regarding "The Farmer" who she herself has actually seen on numerous occasions and I was captivated. She described him as being in his 60's with white hair, wearing bib-over-alls, and....whistling beautiful tunes!! Fortunately or unfortunately, after that night I never experienced any other odd occurrences relating to "The Farmer", but I have my very own ghost story to tell, and if you're ever down in Woodbridge enjoying libations at a particular sports bar, keep your eyes and ears out for "The Farmer" and tell him an old friend says "hello".
I began to walk toward the office...out of nowhere, a HUGE gush of ice cold air came down from above with such force it practically knocked me off my feet. Mind you, this was mid-summer and yes, we were running the A/C. However, when I looked up, there was absolutely no sign of an air conditioning duct or anything that would have even remotely created that type of pressure, warm or cold! Let me just say I was a little unnerved. I continued on with my chores, never mentioning to the bartender what I had experienced, I locked up with and with her in tow we went our separate ways.
Shortly there after on yet another interesting evening, I was going through my ritual of cleaning up when I heard someone whistling a beautiful little piece. A few minutes went by before I yelled out to the bouncer, (who aside from him were two bartenders doing their paper work in the office) "Pete, that's such a beautiful tune you're whistling, what is it?" Pete cocked his head to the side and asked me what in the world I was talking about. I laughed, thinking he was joking and said "come on Pete, that tune you were whistling, what was it?" He walked a little closer and looked me in the eye and said "Megan, I don't know how to whistle!" Thinking he was playing one of his many jokes with me, I let it go....Until, one week later, the bar manager, myself, and a bartender were sitting down after a particularly hectic night and began to recant our evenings experiences, our lives and....."The Farmer". According to the bar manager, the strip plaza that our bar was located in was built on top of an old airport, which was built on top of old farm land, complete with a working farm. Apparently "The Farmer" who owned the original land enjoys making appearances to individuals and letting himself be 'known'. The bar manager began to relate several stories to me regarding "The Farmer" who she herself has actually seen on numerous occasions and I was captivated. She described him as being in his 60's with white hair, wearing bib-over-alls, and....whistling beautiful tunes!! Fortunately or unfortunately, after that night I never experienced any other odd occurrences relating to "The Farmer", but I have my very own ghost story to tell, and if you're ever down in Woodbridge enjoying libations at a particular sports bar, keep your eyes and ears out for "The Farmer" and tell him an old friend says "hello".
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Clifford Street in Alexandria
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Date: April 04, 2014 05:10AM
Clifford Street is haunted because a rumor that a guy from across told me the basement was haunted but I never down after the story. Then grandma said before I was born my grandpa died down there from a heart attack.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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Old Town Alexandria Ghosts
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Date: April 04, 2014 06:03PM
Found this and I thought I would share...
Old Town Alexandria Ghosts
http://phantasticphantoms.blogspot.com/2012/05/old-town-alexandria.html
Recently we went to Old Town Alexandria, VA for a colonial ghost tour of what used to be one of he nation's most major ports. A little history: the city was originally founded by John Alexander in 1669. In 1732 it became known as Hunting Creek Warehouse, and wasn't actually called Alexandria until 1749, when a gaggle of Scots moved there and named the land after - you guessed it! - John Alexander. The city was actually part of the District of Columbia from 1801 - 1847.
Now, as per usual, our favorite three haunted tales, plus a little bonus story:
1. The Bride of Alexandria: In 1865, the town of Alexandria saw the local beauty - Miss Laura Schaeffer - become engaged to the charming and successful Charles Tennyson, undoubtedly a perfect match. On the day of the affair, while guests mingled downstairs, Laura's bridesmaids buttoned up the pearl buttons running up the back of her dress, and tended to her 45 foot train. Laura asked her girlfriends to give her a moment, to calm her nerves. She built a little fire on this unusually cool June day, and almost immediately smelled something burning - her train. She tried to fan it out with he skirts, but it only grew. She raced to the bedroom door, but it was jammed shut. She screamed, but no one could hear her down below in the garden. Finally she wrenched the door open and was able to scream loud enough for her beloved Charles to come racing the bottom of the steps - just as a burning Laura came tumbling down. Laura would died due to the severity of her burns, and within the year Charles would die of a broken heart. The building would later become a real estate office, where an employee would claim to hear a noise coming from an upstairs bedroom. When the woman went to open the door to the bedroom from which the noise was coming, it was jammed shut. When - after many attempts - she finally got it open, she was knocked down by a large gust of wind, but there was no one inside. At the bottom of the stairs, though, she could hear the sighs of relief coming from Laura's ghost. Later, the building would go on to become what it is today - a candy store. It seems that children see Laura more than adults, as more than one child has asked, "Why is that lady crying?" presumably referring to the ghost of Laura Schaeffer, crying over her severe burns and ruined wedding.
The candy store where Laura Schaeffer died.
2. The Couple Who Cried Ghost: Dr. James Craik was a revolutionary was surgeon, as well as best friend and personal physician of George Washington. His home in Alexandria (on Duke St.) is known to be one of the most haunted properties in the Commonwealth of Virginia. Many years after his death, a young couple was renting the property when - on a cold, rainy night - they heard a knock at the door. The wife opened it to find a tall, gaunt man dressed in a sailor's raincoat. "Can I help you?" she asked politely. The sailor gruffly responded, "I want to see James." Coincidentally enough, the woman's husband shared the same name as Dr. James Craik. So she invited the sailor in and told her husband he had a visitor. "You're not James!" he cried, and he stormed not back out, but to the second floor bedroom! The couple became even more confused when they heard him muttering to himself - and then heard someone muttering back! Suddenly they heard fighting, so - huddling by the front door - they called the police. As soon as the officer arrived at the front door, the noise upstairs ceased. The officer is getting suspicious of the couple now, but the wife pipes up, "I think they killed each other," so the officer gets out his gun and begins to make his way to the second floor, where he finds... nothing. After scolding the couple, he leaves, but so do they - to a local hotel, where they spend the night before packing up and leaving town the next morning!
3. Short(er) Jack: At the turn of the 20th century, Alexandria was frequented by a short man with long, crazy red hair and a matching beard named Jack, but (not so) affectionately referred to by all as Short Jack. Short Jack worked on a ship, and whenever that ship came to Alexandria's harbor he would make his way to the local bar. Frequently Jack would take his drinks to go, and whenever he was halfway done his bottle he would fall asleep. This was never a problem for Jack before - until he fell asleep on the trolley tracks. One foggy night, as the trolly conductor was making his way through the streets, he hit a bump. He stopped and got out to see the bloodied body of Short Jack - but no head. Panicked, he calls the police and they searched for Short Jack's head for hours before giving up, and ultimately decided to bury the little sailor headless. Several weeks later, as the conductor was on his route again, he saw several children and dog playing with something - a red, hairy something. As he approached them he saw Short Jack's head in the clamped-shut jaws of the dog. He tried to pry it out, but to no avail. The dog sprinted away with the head, and it was never seen again. Now, on dark, foggy nights, one may see Short (now shorter) Jack, stumbling around and looking for his lost head through the streets of Old Town Alexandria.
Bonus!: The Story of Pink Lemonade: Back in the colonial period, ice was a little harder to come by than today: it would be sent on barges down the Potomac River, and then kept in an ice house where the locals would come buy it by the pound. Ice was also used to preserve dead bodies: one could rent a slab of it to "put that stiff on ice" - i.e. keep the body from decomposing too badly - and then return it. When the owner of the local tavern bought some ice for his bar, he didn't realize he was getting the used stuff. One night, he sent his tavern servant down to their ice well to fetch the recently purchased ice. Well, the boy wasn't the brightest of the bunch, and he brought up some not-so-clean ice. Soon customers started commenting on the unusual taste and pinkish hue of the drinks that evening. The tavern owner quickly realized what was happening - they were drinking the ice that once held a dead body! Cleverly thinking on his feet, he added a little sugar and lemon and voila - pink lemonade!
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Old Town Alexandria Ghosts
http://phantasticphantoms.blogspot.com/2012/05/old-town-alexandria.html
Recently we went to Old Town Alexandria, VA for a colonial ghost tour of what used to be one of he nation's most major ports. A little history: the city was originally founded by John Alexander in 1669. In 1732 it became known as Hunting Creek Warehouse, and wasn't actually called Alexandria until 1749, when a gaggle of Scots moved there and named the land after - you guessed it! - John Alexander. The city was actually part of the District of Columbia from 1801 - 1847.
Now, as per usual, our favorite three haunted tales, plus a little bonus story:
1. The Bride of Alexandria: In 1865, the town of Alexandria saw the local beauty - Miss Laura Schaeffer - become engaged to the charming and successful Charles Tennyson, undoubtedly a perfect match. On the day of the affair, while guests mingled downstairs, Laura's bridesmaids buttoned up the pearl buttons running up the back of her dress, and tended to her 45 foot train. Laura asked her girlfriends to give her a moment, to calm her nerves. She built a little fire on this unusually cool June day, and almost immediately smelled something burning - her train. She tried to fan it out with he skirts, but it only grew. She raced to the bedroom door, but it was jammed shut. She screamed, but no one could hear her down below in the garden. Finally she wrenched the door open and was able to scream loud enough for her beloved Charles to come racing the bottom of the steps - just as a burning Laura came tumbling down. Laura would died due to the severity of her burns, and within the year Charles would die of a broken heart. The building would later become a real estate office, where an employee would claim to hear a noise coming from an upstairs bedroom. When the woman went to open the door to the bedroom from which the noise was coming, it was jammed shut. When - after many attempts - she finally got it open, she was knocked down by a large gust of wind, but there was no one inside. At the bottom of the stairs, though, she could hear the sighs of relief coming from Laura's ghost. Later, the building would go on to become what it is today - a candy store. It seems that children see Laura more than adults, as more than one child has asked, "Why is that lady crying?" presumably referring to the ghost of Laura Schaeffer, crying over her severe burns and ruined wedding.
The candy store where Laura Schaeffer died.
2. The Couple Who Cried Ghost: Dr. James Craik was a revolutionary was surgeon, as well as best friend and personal physician of George Washington. His home in Alexandria (on Duke St.) is known to be one of the most haunted properties in the Commonwealth of Virginia. Many years after his death, a young couple was renting the property when - on a cold, rainy night - they heard a knock at the door. The wife opened it to find a tall, gaunt man dressed in a sailor's raincoat. "Can I help you?" she asked politely. The sailor gruffly responded, "I want to see James." Coincidentally enough, the woman's husband shared the same name as Dr. James Craik. So she invited the sailor in and told her husband he had a visitor. "You're not James!" he cried, and he stormed not back out, but to the second floor bedroom! The couple became even more confused when they heard him muttering to himself - and then heard someone muttering back! Suddenly they heard fighting, so - huddling by the front door - they called the police. As soon as the officer arrived at the front door, the noise upstairs ceased. The officer is getting suspicious of the couple now, but the wife pipes up, "I think they killed each other," so the officer gets out his gun and begins to make his way to the second floor, where he finds... nothing. After scolding the couple, he leaves, but so do they - to a local hotel, where they spend the night before packing up and leaving town the next morning!
3. Short(er) Jack: At the turn of the 20th century, Alexandria was frequented by a short man with long, crazy red hair and a matching beard named Jack, but (not so) affectionately referred to by all as Short Jack. Short Jack worked on a ship, and whenever that ship came to Alexandria's harbor he would make his way to the local bar. Frequently Jack would take his drinks to go, and whenever he was halfway done his bottle he would fall asleep. This was never a problem for Jack before - until he fell asleep on the trolley tracks. One foggy night, as the trolly conductor was making his way through the streets, he hit a bump. He stopped and got out to see the bloodied body of Short Jack - but no head. Panicked, he calls the police and they searched for Short Jack's head for hours before giving up, and ultimately decided to bury the little sailor headless. Several weeks later, as the conductor was on his route again, he saw several children and dog playing with something - a red, hairy something. As he approached them he saw Short Jack's head in the clamped-shut jaws of the dog. He tried to pry it out, but to no avail. The dog sprinted away with the head, and it was never seen again. Now, on dark, foggy nights, one may see Short (now shorter) Jack, stumbling around and looking for his lost head through the streets of Old Town Alexandria.
Bonus!: The Story of Pink Lemonade: Back in the colonial period, ice was a little harder to come by than today: it would be sent on barges down the Potomac River, and then kept in an ice house where the locals would come buy it by the pound. Ice was also used to preserve dead bodies: one could rent a slab of it to "put that stiff on ice" - i.e. keep the body from decomposing too badly - and then return it. When the owner of the local tavern bought some ice for his bar, he didn't realize he was getting the used stuff. One night, he sent his tavern servant down to their ice well to fetch the recently purchased ice. Well, the boy wasn't the brightest of the bunch, and he brought up some not-so-clean ice. Soon customers started commenting on the unusual taste and pinkish hue of the drinks that evening. The tavern owner quickly realized what was happening - they were drinking the ice that once held a dead body! Cleverly thinking on his feet, he added a little sugar and lemon and voila - pink lemonade!
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
EJKEb
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Date: April 05, 2014 10:56AM
I used to work for the County of Gloucester. (2000 - 2005) across the street from the historic Courthouse Circle is a museum... I'm not sure of the ''blur'' that whizzed past me upstairs but I had the crazy weird feeling every time I went in there to do my job.
I just flat out refused to work in that building anymore and was reassigned.
I just flat out refused to work in that building anymore and was reassigned.
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chuckhoffmann
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Date: April 05, 2014 04:04PM
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 05/08/2014 11:40PM by chuckhoffmann.
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Old Town Alexandria Ghosts
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Date: April 05, 2014 06:47PM
Thanks Chuck!
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chuckhoffmann
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Date: April 05, 2014 07:39PM
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Posted by:
Old Town Alexandria Ghosts
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Date: April 05, 2014 08:57PM
The real account is actually better I think than the tour. Very interesting and disturbing.
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Another sighting in Sterling
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Date: April 11, 2014 06:04PM
Sugarland ghost Wrote:
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> Sorry this is not in Fairfax but in nearby Loudoun
> county. I live in Sugarland Sterling, VA. Last
> year in September I was looking out my patio door.
> I saw an old man walking on the walking path. I
> was standing there just watching, and all of the
> sudden he vanished. Then I knew he was a ghost .
> All of the time you can smell lilacs in the air,
> but there's no lilacs that bloom in the fall or
> winter time.
We have been seeing images in my house now for about 4 years. My daughter and son have both seen the ghost also. As recently as 4 weeks ago on a Saturday morning my son had his first sighting. He wasn't very happy about it and was a little freaked out. He is 18 and never experienced anything like that before. So far nothing bad has happened just things that make you think a little.
I live in a home on Cardinal Glen Circle in Sterling and would like to know if anyone has any info about this residence and sightings or deaths in the house or the neighborhood. Thanks.
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> Sorry this is not in Fairfax but in nearby Loudoun
> county. I live in Sugarland Sterling, VA. Last
> year in September I was looking out my patio door.
> I saw an old man walking on the walking path. I
> was standing there just watching, and all of the
> sudden he vanished. Then I knew he was a ghost .
> All of the time you can smell lilacs in the air,
> but there's no lilacs that bloom in the fall or
> winter time.
We have been seeing images in my house now for about 4 years. My daughter and son have both seen the ghost also. As recently as 4 weeks ago on a Saturday morning my son had his first sighting. He wasn't very happy about it and was a little freaked out. He is 18 and never experienced anything like that before. So far nothing bad has happened just things that make you think a little.
I live in a home on Cardinal Glen Circle in Sterling and would like to know if anyone has any info about this residence and sightings or deaths in the house or the neighborhood. Thanks.
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Posted by:
kFXby
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Date: April 12, 2014 07:46PM
Broad Run high Ghosts Wrote:
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> I've had a few encounters at Broad Run high. The
> first one occurred sometime in 2012 in room 205. I
> was sitting in the back of the room reading a
> book. Then suddenly I felt this harsh cold air
> like someone was blowing air directly on my neck.
> I was sitting against the wall so obviously no one
> was sitting behind me. The source was coming
> directly out of the wall (no vents were on said
> wall). It occurred for about 30 seconds then
> stopped.
>
> The next one occurred on the last day of the same
> school year. It happened in the bathroom of room
> 9. I knocked to use the bathroom when I hear this
> very faint ''someone's in here''. I turned around
> for 10 seconds, then got suspicious of how quiet
> it sounded. I opened the door no one was in there
> and the lights were off. It couldn't have been
> anyone else it the room playing tricks. I heard it
> directly on the other side of the door. The room
> is small so if someone was in there I would have
> seen them walk out.
That is creepy, I did the Bloody Mary trick at Crieghtons Corner and the lights flickered, I felt something on my shoulder and so did my best friend that was there.
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> I've had a few encounters at Broad Run high. The
> first one occurred sometime in 2012 in room 205. I
> was sitting in the back of the room reading a
> book. Then suddenly I felt this harsh cold air
> like someone was blowing air directly on my neck.
> I was sitting against the wall so obviously no one
> was sitting behind me. The source was coming
> directly out of the wall (no vents were on said
> wall). It occurred for about 30 seconds then
> stopped.
>
> The next one occurred on the last day of the same
> school year. It happened in the bathroom of room
> 9. I knocked to use the bathroom when I hear this
> very faint ''someone's in here''. I turned around
> for 10 seconds, then got suspicious of how quiet
> it sounded. I opened the door no one was in there
> and the lights were off. It couldn't have been
> anyone else it the room playing tricks. I heard it
> directly on the other side of the door. The room
> is small so if someone was in there I would have
> seen them walk out.
That is creepy, I did the Bloody Mary trick at Crieghtons Corner and the lights flickered, I felt something on my shoulder and so did my best friend that was there.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
GHOST SIGHTING ON RT 29 TONIGHT!
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Date: April 17, 2014 08:44PM
My wife just saw a ghost dressed as a Civil War soldier walking along Route 29, tonight at around 8pm. She said he was semi-transparent with naval blue pants walking away from the the battlefield in the direction of the intersection of Rt. 29 and Heathcote.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
ghost in leesburg
()
Date: April 18, 2014 08:40PM
Off of Gleedsville Road you will see various supernatural occurrences happening. Just taking a picture in my house there have been shadows when no one is there and lights and fans that turn on and off without anyone being there. If you really want a haunted time, hit up Gleedsville Cemetery when the sun goes down and take some pictures. You are sure to see orbs and other unexplainable objects in the picture.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost in our house
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Date: April 20, 2014 10:21AM
We live in Falmouth, VA and our neighborhood was built where union soldiers camped during the Civil War. My own ancestor was at Camp Mud, a five minute walk from my house. There are many ghosts sighting in the area, but that is not why I am posting here. I have a visitor. He looks like glass and can be seen in a dark room, but he does not glow. He has no color. He's been here twice that I'm aware of, but I don't doubt he's responsible for things falling around the house, lights turning off and on, and odd sounds.
I've searched the web for similar pictures of ghosts and can't find anything that looks like my visitor. It's odd, the way he looks. He appears in dark rooms. I can see his outline, but he's not white or any other color. I don't know if he is friendly or evil, though the second time I saw him I let out a yelp and scared a teen in the next room. The first time I saw him I felt confused. We have a toddler running around the house, and sometimes he enters a room and quickly runs back out scared. I can feel his little heart racing. If I had dreamed up a ghost, it would have been some floating and cloudy looking thing. The one that visits is creepy, something I can't draw or paint.
I've searched the web for similar pictures of ghosts and can't find anything that looks like my visitor. It's odd, the way he looks. He appears in dark rooms. I can see his outline, but he's not white or any other color. I don't know if he is friendly or evil, though the second time I saw him I let out a yelp and scared a teen in the next room. The first time I saw him I felt confused. We have a toddler running around the house, and sometimes he enters a room and quickly runs back out scared. I can feel his little heart racing. If I had dreamed up a ghost, it would have been some floating and cloudy looking thing. The one that visits is creepy, something I can't draw or paint.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Kyera
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Date: April 21, 2014 11:12AM
Not in Fairfax, but we live on Cedar Street in Smithfield, VA, and my house is surely haunted. My family and I always hear footsteps upstairs. We know they are footsteps because the floor creaks when you walk in my mom and dad's room. The living room is right under their bed room, so we hear the noise often. Also in my little sister's room I always see orbs or glowing lights at night. I didn't tell my sister because if I did, she wouldn't sleep there. Another encounter I have had was last year. My mom had put her phone on the couch, and five seconds later it flew off the couch hitting the floor! It scared both of us to death. We were the only ones in the house at that time.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
samatha in centreville
()
Date: April 21, 2014 11:23AM
Me and my sister both saw something in our house. We lived there for about 4 years and when we first moved in it was completely fine. First me, my brother, mom, and sister were talking. Then my sister just randomly brought up ghost. She said she's been seeing a little girl roam around our house and thinking it was me, and we all just laughed.
About 2 or 3 months later I was eating a sandwich, and I saw a little girl run into my room from my mom's room. My mom's room is across from my room. Anyway I got so scared, but I ran into my room, and no one was there. I forgot to mention that I was alone. I also forgot to mention that, before ALL of that happened, every time I would leave my mom's room I felt like someone was behind me, so I'd just run.
I don't know why this is happening. I never believed in anything like this, and my mom doesn't believe me. I don't know if this is a ghost or a demon. I NEED some answers.
About 2 or 3 months later I was eating a sandwich, and I saw a little girl run into my room from my mom's room. My mom's room is across from my room. Anyway I got so scared, but I ran into my room, and no one was there. I forgot to mention that I was alone. I also forgot to mention that, before ALL of that happened, every time I would leave my mom's room I felt like someone was behind me, so I'd just run.
I don't know why this is happening. I never believed in anything like this, and my mom doesn't believe me. I don't know if this is a ghost or a demon. I NEED some answers.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Fort Eustis, Virginia
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Date: April 26, 2014 04:37PM
I stumbled upon this website and decided to tell my story from when I was a little girl. I lived in Lester Mobile Home Park before the old office building was torn down and the mobile home park was removed. My home was directly across the building. One day my friends and I decided to throw pebbles into a window. The windows had broken slabs on it. The building was completely boarded up and hadn't been used in many years. Nothing happened for a few minutes, and we started joking and laughing.
Next we know the pebbles were thrown back at us and really hard and in a perfect line. We ran away screaming. Another time a few of us snuck in, and we were nosing around when we heard a loud thump and a machine turned on by itself. Finally after the building was torn down, a couple of times a week at the same time in the early morning I would hear a child crying followed by a dog whimpering. I would look out and not see anything. I would hear it fading away like it was moving away. I have never seen anything. It was kind of frightening.
Next we know the pebbles were thrown back at us and really hard and in a perfect line. We ran away screaming. Another time a few of us snuck in, and we were nosing around when we heard a loud thump and a machine turned on by itself. Finally after the building was torn down, a couple of times a week at the same time in the early morning I would hear a child crying followed by a dog whimpering. I would look out and not see anything. I would hear it fading away like it was moving away. I have never seen anything. It was kind of frightening.
The Haunting Of Pearl Harbor
Posted by:
Pearl Harbor Ghosts?
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Date: April 26, 2014 07:25PM
I'm curious to hear if anyone has seen ghosts in Pearl Harbor. Obviously not part of Fairfax County, but I'm curious to know if any tourists, veterans, or military personnel have seen any ghosts there and would share their story.
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The Haunting Of Pearl Harbor
http://listverse.com/2014/04/26/10-spooky-stories-from-hawaii/
On December 7, 1941, Japan launched its attack on the Naval Station in Pearl Harbor. Thousands were killed and wounded in the strike. But the attacks weren’t solely aimed at the Pearl Harbor Naval Station—the Hickam Air Force Base next to it was targeted as well. Ghostly apparitions, unexplained lights, and eerie noises are said to be common around the historic site.
One building at the Hickam Air Force Base still bears the bullet holes inflicted by the 1941 attack. It is said that this is the location where hundreds of soldiers died from their wounds. Visitors and workers claim to have seen ghostly soldiers walking around the corridors, and footsteps and painful moans can be heard echoing in empty rooms.
There is a guard shack in Hickam that is said to be especially haunted. A soldier was said to have been shot dead inside and, late at night, witnesses say they can see a soldier dressed in a military uniform from the 1940s standing guard in the shack. Other ghosts have been seen at the dock of the USS Arizona, which was at Pearl Harbor when the Japanese attacked. The ship sank and all the soldiers aboard perished. Apparitions of soldiers are rumored to patrol the area even during the day.
Many visitors report feeling a great sense of sadness, being frightened for no apparent reason, or extreme pain. The ghost of a soldier who was shot after leaving his post during the attack is said to haunt the deck of the sunken ship during low tide. Some of the remains of the deceased soldiers are still in the ship to this day.
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The Haunting Of Pearl Harbor
http://listverse.com/2014/04/26/10-spooky-stories-from-hawaii/
On December 7, 1941, Japan launched its attack on the Naval Station in Pearl Harbor. Thousands were killed and wounded in the strike. But the attacks weren’t solely aimed at the Pearl Harbor Naval Station—the Hickam Air Force Base next to it was targeted as well. Ghostly apparitions, unexplained lights, and eerie noises are said to be common around the historic site.
One building at the Hickam Air Force Base still bears the bullet holes inflicted by the 1941 attack. It is said that this is the location where hundreds of soldiers died from their wounds. Visitors and workers claim to have seen ghostly soldiers walking around the corridors, and footsteps and painful moans can be heard echoing in empty rooms.
There is a guard shack in Hickam that is said to be especially haunted. A soldier was said to have been shot dead inside and, late at night, witnesses say they can see a soldier dressed in a military uniform from the 1940s standing guard in the shack. Other ghosts have been seen at the dock of the USS Arizona, which was at Pearl Harbor when the Japanese attacked. The ship sank and all the soldiers aboard perished. Apparitions of soldiers are rumored to patrol the area even during the day.
Many visitors report feeling a great sense of sadness, being frightened for no apparent reason, or extreme pain. The ghost of a soldier who was shot after leaving his post during the attack is said to haunt the deck of the sunken ship during low tide. Some of the remains of the deceased soldiers are still in the ship to this day.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Stuart - Hidden Pond Springfield
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Date: April 28, 2014 08:37AM
I read some of the stories here about hidden pond in springfield. At hidden pond off Greely I had a friend that went to the park almost everyday. A couple months ago (around February 2014) he committed suicide at his house. A month after multiple people reported seeing him in the woods.
Re: The Haunting Of Pearl Harbor
Posted by:
Ghosts Of Hickham
()
Date: April 28, 2014 09:07AM
Pearl Harbor Ghosts? Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> I'm curious to hear if anyone has seen ghosts in
> Pearl Harbor. Obviously not part of Fairfax
> County, but I'm curious to know if any tourists,
> veterans, or military personnel have seen any
> ghosts there and would share their story.
>
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
> ~
>
> The Haunting Of Pearl Harbor
> http://listverse.com/2014/04/26/10-spooky-stories-
> from-hawaii/
>
> On December 7, 1941, Japan launched its attack on
> the Naval Station in Pearl Harbor. Thousands were
> killed and wounded in the strike. But the attacks
> weren’t solely aimed at the Pearl Harbor Naval
> Station—the Hickam Air Force Base next to it was
> targeted as well. Ghostly apparitions, unexplained
> lights, and eerie noises are said to be common
> around the historic site.
>
> One building at the Hickam Air Force Base still
> bears the bullet holes inflicted by the 1941
> attack. It is said that this is the location where
> hundreds of soldiers died from their wounds.
> Visitors and workers claim to have seen ghostly
> soldiers walking around the corridors, and
> footsteps and painful moans can be heard echoing
> in empty rooms.
>
> There is a guard shack in Hickam that is said to
> be especially haunted. A soldier was said to have
> been shot dead inside and, late at night,
> witnesses say they can see a soldier dressed in a
> military uniform from the 1940s standing guard in
> the shack. Other ghosts have been seen at the dock
> of the USS Arizona, which was at Pearl Harbor when
> the Japanese attacked. The ship sank and all the
> soldiers aboard perished. Apparitions of soldiers
> are rumored to patrol the area even during the
> day.
>
> Many visitors report feeling a great sense of
> sadness, being frightened for no apparent reason,
> or extreme pain. The ghost of a soldier who was
> shot after leaving his post during the attack is
> said to haunt the deck of the sunken ship during
> low tide. Some of the remains of the deceased
> soldiers are still in the ship to this day.
I've had some experiences out at the bases in Hawaii. This is one of two experiences that I had while stationed at Hickham Air Force Base as a security specialist on the island of Oahu, Hawaii in the mid 90s. This incident would occur in 1997. The first day we were processed in, the other troops there started telling us new guys ghost stories. I thought they were just messing with us until I had been there for a little while. It took all of one shift to start verifying the most prevalent story told on the base. It involves the 12th Air Force Headquarters Building being haunted by the war dead of Pearl Harbor. The Pacific Air Forces (PACAF) Command is also located in this building, so it is a very important place that requires strict security. There are manned security posts on the premises as well as state of the art laser and camera systems blanketing the property. (As it should be!)
Anyway, a little historical background on the building. During the Japanese attacks on Pearl Harbor, the building was used as a hospital and temporary morgue. Over a thousand dead servicemen were stored there until their remains could be dealt with properly. Many of them would die in the building while being treated. There was so much blood that the cleanup required stringing of hoses throughout the building and washing the floors with scrub brushes. Pretty gruesome and for sure sets a good stage for some paranormal happenings.
Well, the first night on shift, around 3 am, the motion alarms went nuts and the SRT (special response team) was called to respond. I was training with the base patrol that night, so we went that way and provided backup. Every guy there seemed more tense than they should be. Something strange then happened to me. Instead of the SRT going in the building and clearing it, they simply reset the alarm and documented the occurrence. Anyone who knows anything about military security knows this is extremely unusual and not protocol.
Well, when we returned to our patrol, I asked my FTO (Field Training Officer) "why?" that just went down that way. This is what he told me: "It happens every night, usually between 3 and 330!" He also let me in on why there was a little shack outside the front door of the building, instead of the guard being posted at the CQ desk in the lobby of HQ. Almost every airman that tried to work the post, would refuse to stay in there because they would hear walking and inaudible talking, smell what was described as rotten meat or a slaughter house smell, and the stairs in front of that location would squeak and vibrate violently on a regular basis.
I was still thinking that this was them messing with me. It just seemed like it was a little too scripted. Man, was I wrong! For the next 6 months I was there, this alarm thing would occur each and every night between 3 and 330, just like the Sergeant said. I saw military working dogs refuse to go in to search. Every dog would whimper, growl, and try to hide behind their handler. Those of you who know, know that military working dogs don't refuse service! I also witnessed grown men choose to sit on a stool in a 4x4 foot shack instead of at a nice desk in a spacious, air conditioned lobby.
I quickly became one of those guys in the shack! I experienced the walking, talking and stairs all in about the first hour of my first shift on that post. My shift on the HQ post began at midnight and by 0100 or so, my time of trying to stay at the CQ desk was over! I was pretty shaken. I never experienced the smells, but would experience the sounds on several occasions. Then at 3:17 am, the alarm went off-motion detected in the basement and on the third floor! There had been nobody there since 5pm, when the building had been secured for the evening. Peculiar thing, very seldom did anyone come back in the evening to work there alone. I think I remember only about two times in my six months that anyone came back to work after 5 pm. And they did not stay long... In and out so to speak!
These are my experiences at the HQ building on Hickham AFB. I would be interested in knowing if there are any other former SF guys on this site who have had similar experiences while stationed there. It was creepy, and I experienced these things on several occasions, but the alarm thing was EVERY MORNING, without fail! Extremely unnerving place to work. (The days off were great, though!)
-------------------------------------------------------
> I'm curious to hear if anyone has seen ghosts in
> Pearl Harbor. Obviously not part of Fairfax
> County, but I'm curious to know if any tourists,
> veterans, or military personnel have seen any
> ghosts there and would share their story.
>
> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
> ~
>
> The Haunting Of Pearl Harbor
> http://listverse.com/2014/04/26/10-spooky-stories-
> from-hawaii/
>
> On December 7, 1941, Japan launched its attack on
> the Naval Station in Pearl Harbor. Thousands were
> killed and wounded in the strike. But the attacks
> weren’t solely aimed at the Pearl Harbor Naval
> Station—the Hickam Air Force Base next to it was
> targeted as well. Ghostly apparitions, unexplained
> lights, and eerie noises are said to be common
> around the historic site.
>
> One building at the Hickam Air Force Base still
> bears the bullet holes inflicted by the 1941
> attack. It is said that this is the location where
> hundreds of soldiers died from their wounds.
> Visitors and workers claim to have seen ghostly
> soldiers walking around the corridors, and
> footsteps and painful moans can be heard echoing
> in empty rooms.
>
> There is a guard shack in Hickam that is said to
> be especially haunted. A soldier was said to have
> been shot dead inside and, late at night,
> witnesses say they can see a soldier dressed in a
> military uniform from the 1940s standing guard in
> the shack. Other ghosts have been seen at the dock
> of the USS Arizona, which was at Pearl Harbor when
> the Japanese attacked. The ship sank and all the
> soldiers aboard perished. Apparitions of soldiers
> are rumored to patrol the area even during the
> day.
>
> Many visitors report feeling a great sense of
> sadness, being frightened for no apparent reason,
> or extreme pain. The ghost of a soldier who was
> shot after leaving his post during the attack is
> said to haunt the deck of the sunken ship during
> low tide. Some of the remains of the deceased
> soldiers are still in the ship to this day.
I've had some experiences out at the bases in Hawaii. This is one of two experiences that I had while stationed at Hickham Air Force Base as a security specialist on the island of Oahu, Hawaii in the mid 90s. This incident would occur in 1997. The first day we were processed in, the other troops there started telling us new guys ghost stories. I thought they were just messing with us until I had been there for a little while. It took all of one shift to start verifying the most prevalent story told on the base. It involves the 12th Air Force Headquarters Building being haunted by the war dead of Pearl Harbor. The Pacific Air Forces (PACAF) Command is also located in this building, so it is a very important place that requires strict security. There are manned security posts on the premises as well as state of the art laser and camera systems blanketing the property. (As it should be!)
Anyway, a little historical background on the building. During the Japanese attacks on Pearl Harbor, the building was used as a hospital and temporary morgue. Over a thousand dead servicemen were stored there until their remains could be dealt with properly. Many of them would die in the building while being treated. There was so much blood that the cleanup required stringing of hoses throughout the building and washing the floors with scrub brushes. Pretty gruesome and for sure sets a good stage for some paranormal happenings.
Well, the first night on shift, around 3 am, the motion alarms went nuts and the SRT (special response team) was called to respond. I was training with the base patrol that night, so we went that way and provided backup. Every guy there seemed more tense than they should be. Something strange then happened to me. Instead of the SRT going in the building and clearing it, they simply reset the alarm and documented the occurrence. Anyone who knows anything about military security knows this is extremely unusual and not protocol.
Well, when we returned to our patrol, I asked my FTO (Field Training Officer) "why?" that just went down that way. This is what he told me: "It happens every night, usually between 3 and 330!" He also let me in on why there was a little shack outside the front door of the building, instead of the guard being posted at the CQ desk in the lobby of HQ. Almost every airman that tried to work the post, would refuse to stay in there because they would hear walking and inaudible talking, smell what was described as rotten meat or a slaughter house smell, and the stairs in front of that location would squeak and vibrate violently on a regular basis.
I was still thinking that this was them messing with me. It just seemed like it was a little too scripted. Man, was I wrong! For the next 6 months I was there, this alarm thing would occur each and every night between 3 and 330, just like the Sergeant said. I saw military working dogs refuse to go in to search. Every dog would whimper, growl, and try to hide behind their handler. Those of you who know, know that military working dogs don't refuse service! I also witnessed grown men choose to sit on a stool in a 4x4 foot shack instead of at a nice desk in a spacious, air conditioned lobby.
I quickly became one of those guys in the shack! I experienced the walking, talking and stairs all in about the first hour of my first shift on that post. My shift on the HQ post began at midnight and by 0100 or so, my time of trying to stay at the CQ desk was over! I was pretty shaken. I never experienced the smells, but would experience the sounds on several occasions. Then at 3:17 am, the alarm went off-motion detected in the basement and on the third floor! There had been nobody there since 5pm, when the building had been secured for the evening. Peculiar thing, very seldom did anyone come back in the evening to work there alone. I think I remember only about two times in my six months that anyone came back to work after 5 pm. And they did not stay long... In and out so to speak!
These are my experiences at the HQ building on Hickham AFB. I would be interested in knowing if there are any other former SF guys on this site who have had similar experiences while stationed there. It was creepy, and I experienced these things on several occasions, but the alarm thing was EVERY MORNING, without fail! Extremely unnerving place to work. (The days off were great, though!)
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Charley ghost haunts hickam
()
Date: April 28, 2014 09:24AM
http://usmilitary.about.com/od/airforce/a/afghoststories.htm
At Hickam Air Force Base, Hawaii, “Charley” has haunted the halls of the Pacific Air Forces headquarters building since the Japanese sneak attack on Pearl Harbor. Known as Hale Makai, Hawaiian for “house by the sea,” it was once the largest building in the U.S. military. In 1941 it was a 3,200-man dormitory on that day of infamy. More than 60 Soldiers — most eating breakfast — died in the building during the attack. Today, it’s still an ominous place.
“It can be spooky here at night. Sound tends to migrate through the long hallways,” Bill Harris said. The deputy command historian won’t say he believes in ghosts. “But I’m not going to say he’s not out there, either.”
There were a rash of Charley sightings in the 1980’s. People heard loud footsteps and keys jangling in empty hallways. Two women said “something” switched their radio to other stations. A janitor saw a water faucet in a bathroom suddenly turn on by itself. And a sergeant ran out of the building when heavy glass doors started to swing open — back and fourth — rapidly.
The standard answer people use to explain the strange goings-on: “That’s just Charley.”
The command historian at the time, Lea Arakaki, documented the strange events in her histories. Proof that Charley was part of the command. One entry read: Security forces didn’t like walking the halls at night because they were “nervous about ghosts wandering around.”
At Hickam Air Force Base, Hawaii, “Charley” has haunted the halls of the Pacific Air Forces headquarters building since the Japanese sneak attack on Pearl Harbor. Known as Hale Makai, Hawaiian for “house by the sea,” it was once the largest building in the U.S. military. In 1941 it was a 3,200-man dormitory on that day of infamy. More than 60 Soldiers — most eating breakfast — died in the building during the attack. Today, it’s still an ominous place.
“It can be spooky here at night. Sound tends to migrate through the long hallways,” Bill Harris said. The deputy command historian won’t say he believes in ghosts. “But I’m not going to say he’s not out there, either.”
There were a rash of Charley sightings in the 1980’s. People heard loud footsteps and keys jangling in empty hallways. Two women said “something” switched their radio to other stations. A janitor saw a water faucet in a bathroom suddenly turn on by itself. And a sergeant ran out of the building when heavy glass doors started to swing open — back and fourth — rapidly.
The standard answer people use to explain the strange goings-on: “That’s just Charley.”
The command historian at the time, Lea Arakaki, documented the strange events in her histories. Proof that Charley was part of the command. One entry read: Security forces didn’t like walking the halls at night because they were “nervous about ghosts wandering around.”
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
hospital ghost
()
Date: April 28, 2014 09:31AM
Ghost man in VA hospital Wrote:
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> So I work in a nursing home, and due to HIPAA
> regulations, I will not include names or my
> location. We have a "ghost" man that is seen
> during periods of death. What I mean by periods of
> death is usually we have residents die in sets of
> 3, 6, 9, and occasionally 12. It's unfortunate and
> scary, but when our resident "angel of death" that
> we refer to as "the man in the brown suit" is
> seen, I can't help but get an extremely uneasy
> feeling.
>
> Sometimes he is seen by the person whom passes,
> but usually he is seen by persons whom do not. He
> is always described as a male, with white hair,
> wearing a brown suit, hat, and tie. The residents
> that see him are very frightened.
>
> Normally, he simply passes by their room and looks
> at them. Occasionally, it has been reported he
> comes out of the closet, or through the wall, or
> simply been sitting in a chair in their room.
> Once, he asked a resident what the time was.
> Another time a blind woman described him in
> detail. I would not have believed it, had I not
> already heard the stories.
>
> He is seen during all hours of the day, but more
> often at night; however, every time he is reported
> as being seen, someone passes away. Nurses and
> CNA's have seen him as well, like walk into a
> room, but then he is gone when they investigate. I
> personally have seen a shadow in the corner of my
> eye, but it disappears when I turn to look. For
> that I am thankful because I do not want to see
> him... I would probably quit.
>
> I just wonder who he is and what he wants? It's
> creepy. Could he really be taking people to the
> other side? I'm not sure if it is him or not, but
> sometimes call lights will go off by themselves
> and once a bed started raising while I was
> changing a resident without me pushing the button.
> Perhaps it is more than one ghost.
The hospital were I worked for many years had an old wing that was no longer used for patients.
There were offices and storage rooms and radiology had a clinic on the first floor, but there had
not been inpatients there in years. The old hospital was easily accessed by a short corridor to the
main hospital. I am a rational woman, but I always felt that the 5th floor of the old hospital was
particularly dark and creepy. It was here where the education department stored their extra equipment
for discharge teaching...annie dolls and the like. One evening shift I mentioned to a security guard
that I thought the old hospital was creepy and he told me that he had seen a child run around the
5th floor with the old fashioned pajamas...the kind with the rear end that had a flap that buttoned
up. The child laughed and ran down a dark corridor. The guard followed the corridor and found an empty
room that housekeeping used to store cribs. There were plenty of cribs but no child wearing old fashioned
pjs. He checking with the closest nursing unit (hem/onc) and no child was wearing old fashioned pjs.
This guy wasn't one to make up stories. Perhaps our minds get the better of us in these situations,
or perhaps some people are more sensitive to such things than others. I've never seen a ghost myself,
but then again, I avoided the old 5th floor whenever possible. Ghost or no ghost, it was a creepy place.
That wing was torn down about fifteen years ago and the education department moved to a brand new
building ....very bright with modern sleek lines.....not at all a kind of place where one would expect
to encounter a ghost.
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> So I work in a nursing home, and due to HIPAA
> regulations, I will not include names or my
> location. We have a "ghost" man that is seen
> during periods of death. What I mean by periods of
> death is usually we have residents die in sets of
> 3, 6, 9, and occasionally 12. It's unfortunate and
> scary, but when our resident "angel of death" that
> we refer to as "the man in the brown suit" is
> seen, I can't help but get an extremely uneasy
> feeling.
>
> Sometimes he is seen by the person whom passes,
> but usually he is seen by persons whom do not. He
> is always described as a male, with white hair,
> wearing a brown suit, hat, and tie. The residents
> that see him are very frightened.
>
> Normally, he simply passes by their room and looks
> at them. Occasionally, it has been reported he
> comes out of the closet, or through the wall, or
> simply been sitting in a chair in their room.
> Once, he asked a resident what the time was.
> Another time a blind woman described him in
> detail. I would not have believed it, had I not
> already heard the stories.
>
> He is seen during all hours of the day, but more
> often at night; however, every time he is reported
> as being seen, someone passes away. Nurses and
> CNA's have seen him as well, like walk into a
> room, but then he is gone when they investigate. I
> personally have seen a shadow in the corner of my
> eye, but it disappears when I turn to look. For
> that I am thankful because I do not want to see
> him... I would probably quit.
>
> I just wonder who he is and what he wants? It's
> creepy. Could he really be taking people to the
> other side? I'm not sure if it is him or not, but
> sometimes call lights will go off by themselves
> and once a bed started raising while I was
> changing a resident without me pushing the button.
> Perhaps it is more than one ghost.
The hospital were I worked for many years had an old wing that was no longer used for patients.
There were offices and storage rooms and radiology had a clinic on the first floor, but there had
not been inpatients there in years. The old hospital was easily accessed by a short corridor to the
main hospital. I am a rational woman, but I always felt that the 5th floor of the old hospital was
particularly dark and creepy. It was here where the education department stored their extra equipment
for discharge teaching...annie dolls and the like. One evening shift I mentioned to a security guard
that I thought the old hospital was creepy and he told me that he had seen a child run around the
5th floor with the old fashioned pajamas...the kind with the rear end that had a flap that buttoned
up. The child laughed and ran down a dark corridor. The guard followed the corridor and found an empty
room that housekeeping used to store cribs. There were plenty of cribs but no child wearing old fashioned
pjs. He checking with the closest nursing unit (hem/onc) and no child was wearing old fashioned pjs.
This guy wasn't one to make up stories. Perhaps our minds get the better of us in these situations,
or perhaps some people are more sensitive to such things than others. I've never seen a ghost myself,
but then again, I avoided the old 5th floor whenever possible. Ghost or no ghost, it was a creepy place.
That wing was torn down about fifteen years ago and the education department moved to a brand new
building ....very bright with modern sleek lines.....not at all a kind of place where one would expect
to encounter a ghost.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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Aquia Church
()
Date: April 28, 2014 12:34PM
Anyone heard of Aquia Church in Stafford?
Aquia Church
2938 Jefferson Davis Highway
Stafford
http://southernspiritguide.blogspot.com/2011/03/haunted-virginia.html
As with many of Virginia’s great landmarks, Aquia Church has a ghost story attached. The legend tells of a young woman murdered in this National Historic Landmark church at some time in the eighteenth century and her body hidden in belfry. Accordingly, her spirit descends from the belfry at night and has been witnessed by many over the centuries. One caretaker also spoke of seeing shadowy figures among the tombstones in the graveyard. The current Aquia Church building was built in 1751 and destroyed by fire just before the construction was complete. Using the remaining brick walls, the church was rebuilt in 1757.
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Aquia Church
2938 Jefferson Davis Highway
Stafford
http://southernspiritguide.blogspot.com/2011/03/haunted-virginia.html
As with many of Virginia’s great landmarks, Aquia Church has a ghost story attached. The legend tells of a young woman murdered in this National Historic Landmark church at some time in the eighteenth century and her body hidden in belfry. Accordingly, her spirit descends from the belfry at night and has been witnessed by many over the centuries. One caretaker also spoke of seeing shadowy figures among the tombstones in the graveyard. The current Aquia Church building was built in 1751 and destroyed by fire just before the construction was complete. Using the remaining brick walls, the church was rebuilt in 1757.
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Posted by:
nurse chapel
()
Date: April 28, 2014 01:38PM
One time I was staying late at a Long term care center and doing some charting. Everyone was in bed. All of a sudden, me and the CNAs could hear someone playing the piano very loudly down in the day room. We were wondering who could be up, and would be playing the piano at that time of night since very few of our residents would play...even during the day. The CNAs looked at me and said "everyone should be in bed". They did not want to go look. The hair was standing up on my arms, but I figured I was being silly. I had to check out the situation. The music was heard again so I started walking down the hall to the dayroom. One of the aides decided she didn't want me going alone and walked with me. I had goosebumps when we neared the room and I looked at her and said "were not going to find anyone in there are we?" She didn't think so either. Well there wasn't anyone in there...the piano was shut and when I went near the piano I was overwhelmed by a strong smell of perfume.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
mK9dd
()
Date: April 28, 2014 02:27PM
A few years ago on HBO they did a special on hospice and how it helped 3 people. One of them was a small child who had a degenerative condition and was in drug induced coma. He had exceeded the time in hospice when he was expected to die. The case managers/nurses all met and staffed care. They decided the child was waiting to see his mother who had been banned by the father/daughter from seeing him. The mother had left the family after finding out the boy was sick. The father and daughter could not/would not forgive her. They were convinced reluctantly to allow the mother to come see her son. The cameras for HBO were running when the mother held her son and he died in her arms. So yes I think they hold on for their own reasons or the families are not ready to let them go keeping them from releasing.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
old hunter
()
Date: April 28, 2014 02:28PM
I lived at my parent’s house in Hopkinton, MA until 2012, from the time I was 9 years old until the time I was 24. I always knew something was creepy about that house since it used to be an old hunting lodge.
My first experience happened when I was 11. My grandfather passed away, and one night after his funeral I was in bed and saw a man in the corner of my room that looked like my grandfather. I said goodbye and he looked at me and walked out.
My second experience happened when I had a friend sleep over. We slept in the den and next to the den was a mudroom with creepy stairs. I heard a heavy banging sound coming from the stairs, so I went to check it out and saw what looked like a hunter. He was wearing hunting boots and camouflage and had a gun on him. I was freaked out.
My first experience happened when I was 11. My grandfather passed away, and one night after his funeral I was in bed and saw a man in the corner of my room that looked like my grandfather. I said goodbye and he looked at me and walked out.
My second experience happened when I had a friend sleep over. We slept in the den and next to the den was a mudroom with creepy stairs. I heard a heavy banging sound coming from the stairs, so I went to check it out and saw what looked like a hunter. He was wearing hunting boots and camouflage and had a gun on him. I was freaked out.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Local RN
()
Date: April 28, 2014 02:44PM
I've heard all kinds of ghost stories from co-workers. Now, I don't believe in ghosts, but when strange things happen, I still find it a little creepy. These are two things that have happened to me:
1. I arrived at work very early one morning, and as soon as I stepped off the elevator a call bell was ringing. I answered it, and it was a resident asking if someone could come into his room and turn the light on. I went into the room and asked what he needed, and he said, "There's a man on my ceiling! Do you see him? Get him out of here!" The resident had the most terrified look on his face. I assured the resident that no one was there. I even pulled the curtain back to show him. He looked frightened and said, "He's right there! Turn the light on! He keeps looking at me!" After I was able to calm the resident down, I notified the night nurse about what had just happened. This resident never shows any signs of confusion and never hallucinates, to my knowledge. It scared me a little, and I did not want to go back into that room.
2. This one is more funny than scary. Our call bells had been malfunctioning one day. I was at the desk when one of them started ringing. I looked at the screen and it showed "209". Room 209 was empty, and had been empty for weeks. I still answered just in case someone had gone into the room and needed help, but I got no response. I hung up and continued working. I thought nothing of it because the call bells weren't working properly and we were waiting for them to be fixed. A few minutes later, the call bell started ringing again. This time the screen showed "209-bathroom." I found that a little weird, but I answered again, and I got no response for the second time. I had to go into the room to turn off the call bell, because the cancel button has to be pressed from inside the bathroom to make it stop ringing when someone calls from the bathroom. The room was empty. Before opening the bathroom door, I knocked to be sure no one was in there. I got no answer, so I slowly turned the knob. As soon as I opened the door, I heard, "Hey!" I gasped and jumped back. I looked up and saw... a resident on the toilet. That was my ghost. He said he had gone in there to use the bathroom and he pressed the call light to let someone know he needed help. He said he pressed it again after he got into the bathroom and no one had arrived. I asked why he didn't respond when I answered the call bell. He said he probably hadn't heard me.
1. I arrived at work very early one morning, and as soon as I stepped off the elevator a call bell was ringing. I answered it, and it was a resident asking if someone could come into his room and turn the light on. I went into the room and asked what he needed, and he said, "There's a man on my ceiling! Do you see him? Get him out of here!" The resident had the most terrified look on his face. I assured the resident that no one was there. I even pulled the curtain back to show him. He looked frightened and said, "He's right there! Turn the light on! He keeps looking at me!" After I was able to calm the resident down, I notified the night nurse about what had just happened. This resident never shows any signs of confusion and never hallucinates, to my knowledge. It scared me a little, and I did not want to go back into that room.
2. This one is more funny than scary. Our call bells had been malfunctioning one day. I was at the desk when one of them started ringing. I looked at the screen and it showed "209". Room 209 was empty, and had been empty for weeks. I still answered just in case someone had gone into the room and needed help, but I got no response. I hung up and continued working. I thought nothing of it because the call bells weren't working properly and we were waiting for them to be fixed. A few minutes later, the call bell started ringing again. This time the screen showed "209-bathroom." I found that a little weird, but I answered again, and I got no response for the second time. I had to go into the room to turn off the call bell, because the cancel button has to be pressed from inside the bathroom to make it stop ringing when someone calls from the bathroom. The room was empty. Before opening the bathroom door, I knocked to be sure no one was in there. I got no answer, so I slowly turned the knob. As soon as I opened the door, I heard, "Hey!" I gasped and jumped back. I looked up and saw... a resident on the toilet. That was my ghost. He said he had gone in there to use the bathroom and he pressed the call light to let someone know he needed help. He said he pressed it again after he got into the bathroom and no one had arrived. I asked why he didn't respond when I answered the call bell. He said he probably hadn't heard me.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
PbFnW
()
Date: April 29, 2014 12:24AM
All the nurse stories were lifted from allnurses.com. They did not happen in this area.
Posted by:
chuckhoffmann
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Date: April 29, 2014 01:43AM
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 05/30/2014 06:00PM by chuckhoffmann.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 05/30/2014 06:00PM by chuckhoffmann.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
1816 Candles
()
Date: April 29, 2014 07:41AM
I came across this and thought I would share. I wasn't familiar with the ghost story this novel is based on...
The Legend of the Female Stranger
http://amandabrice.net/extras/settings/old-town/
The inspiration for my upcoming YA time travel novella, 1816 Candles, comes from comes from a famous ghost story in Old Town Alexandria, Virginia, as well as Charles Dickens’ classic story, A Christmas Carol.
Alexandria, a picturesque town on the shores of the Potomac River older than our nation’s democracy itself, is full of ghost stories. The most enduring of Old Town’s ghost stories has even been featured on History Channel’s Haunted History — The Legend of the Female Stranger.
This is what is known of the story:
In September 1816, a ship (believed to have originated in the West Indies) docked in Alexandria, which was a neighborhood of Washington, DC at the time. This was not unusual in and of itself, as Alexandria was a bustling seaport in those days. But no ship was expected at that time, so all the townspeople paid close attention.
A man and woman emerged from the ship and made their way up Cameron Street to the City Hotel, which at the time was owned by John Wise. (Today we know this building as Gadsby’s Tavern, which was famous in American history as the site of George Washington’s last two Birthnight Balls. Other prominent historical figures known to frequent the tavern include John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, James Madison, and the Marquis de la Fayette.)
The presumed husband and wife were shown to Room 8, and it was soon discovered that the woman was ill. Her condition continued to deteriorate until finally the husband summoned the doctor, hotel staff, and even the owner’s wife to Room 8 to ask a very unusual request: everyone present must swear an oath never to reveal their identities. Those in attendance agreed, which in turn began rampant speculation amongst the townspeople about who the strangers might be.
The mysterious woman in Room 8 died a month later, and the man with her commissioned an elaborate tombstone, which still sits in St. Paul’s Church Cemetery just outside of Old Town. It reads:
To the memory of a
FEMALE STRANGER
whose mortal sufferings terminated
on the 14th day of October 1816
Aged 23 years and 8 months
This stone was placed here by her disconsolate
Husband in whose arms she sighed out her
latest breath and who under God
did his utmost even to soothe the cold
dead ear of death.
How loved how valued once avails thee not
To Whom related or by whom begot
A heap of dust alone remains of thee
Tis all though art and all the proud shall be
To him gave all the Prophets witness that
through his name whosoever believeth in
him shall receive remission of sins
Acts. 10th Chap. 43rd verse
Shortly after the female stranger’s death, Alexandria’s merchants went to collect the debt from her “husband.” The tombstone and funeral cost $1500 (worth roughly $25,000 in today’s money), plus the strangers had racked up a month’s worth of room and board at Gadsby’s, as well as medical expenses. Extending a large amount of credit to a refined gentleman was not unusual, but despite the seeming distasteful nature of inquiring about money in the wake of grief, the merchants were now owed a significant sum.
When the merchants arrived at Room 8 to collect, they discovered that the male stranger had disappeared. He’d left town without paying his debts, and was never heard from again. It would be human nature at this point to forget about the supposed “oath” never to reveal the identities of the strangers and to seek justice, but the Alexandria townspeople kept their word. The hotel register was scrubbed clean and all that remained of the event was the anonymous tombstone in St. Paul’s Cemetery and local lore.
Throughout the years, speculation about the Female Stranger’s identity has remained a favorite pastime in Alexandria. Some believe she was Theodosia Burr Alston, the distraught daughter of disgraced Vice President Aaron Burr. Alston was believed to have drowned at sea almost four years before the events unfolded in Alexandria, but of course the gossips said she had faked her own death to leave her husband in order to run away with her lover.
Others believed that the Female Stranger was a kidnapped European princess or possibly even Napoleon in drag. Those who believed the latter story point out that he had been exiled from France in 1815, and that the “23 years, 8 months” on her headstone would date her supposed birth in February 1793, which was the month in which the diminutive French general declared war on England. This theory posits that Napoleon, disguised as the “female stranger,” faked his death and used the burial as a hiding place for treasure stolen from the aristocracy during the French Revolution.
Still others believe the entire situation was an elaborate scam devised by con men, and that both the Male and Female Strangers escaped from the town with a large amount of money, laughing all the way to the bank. The “oath of secrecy” may have been devised by the townspeople themselves to cover up for being duped.
Or then there’s my husband’s favorite explanation — aliens.
Who knows? It all happened nearly two hundred years ago, so perhaps “ancient aliens” would be a more accurate description. Besides, the only people who were ever privy to the events are long dead, so we’ll never know.
Local lore claims that the Female Stranger is known to haunt the hotel to this day. She — or at least a woman in Regency era clothing — is occasionally seen in the upstairs window of Room 8, holding a lit candle. Docents at the Gadsby’s Tavern Museum say they have heard the sound of someone walking around upstairs, only to find there is no one there.
The historic ballroom at Gadsby’s Tavern was the setting of many “public assemblies” in its day, and today remains an important part of “living history.” Playing on the popularity of Jane Austen among young women, the Gadsby’s Tavern Society and the Living History Foundation host frequent costume balls in which attendees dress in period attire and do the famous dances of the time. (Doesn’t everyone want to meet their own Mr. Darcy?)
I first heard the story of the Female Stranger while attending an Alexandria Colonial Tours “Ghosts and Graveyards” tour during a stop in front of Gadsby’s, where I’d already been taking English Country Dance lessons for nearly a year under the tutelage of dancing master Corky Palmer.
After explaining the background events from 1816, the tour guide told us that one evening during a dance that was held there, a young man spotted a woman across the room flirting with him. The reenactment year for the dance was 1799, but she was wearing a dress from about a decade and a half later than that, which struck him as odd. He looked again, but she was not there. But he was intrigued, and walked right down the middle of a longway set, disturbing the dancers in his quest to find her. There was only one place she could have gone that quickly, and that was a nearby bedroom, which happened to be the same one in which the famous Female Stranger had died.
As the man entered the room, he spotted a lit candle on the night stand. Thinking it was a bad idea to have a candle lit in an unattended room, he went downstairs to complain to the hotel manager. After the two returned to the room, they found the candle as if it had never been lit, the wick still white with wax.
I became intrigued by this story, and when I decided that I needed a novella to kick off my new time travel series (although 1816 Candles occurs first chronologically and will be published first, I’d actually written Julie’s story, Party Like It’s 1899, five years earlier), the Female Stranger seemed perfect for exploration. Who was she? Why did her “husband” disappear? Whereas my husband likes to say “maybe it’s aliens,” I tend towards saying “maybe they were time travelers.”
As for combining it with A Christmas Carol, well, you know, ghosts and the past. Besides Dickens’ Victorian morality tale is awesome.
And thus 1816 Candles was born! Look for it on OCTOBER 24, 2013.
Oh, and pssst…the girl and guy inside the snow globe on the cover of 1816 Candles? That’s me and Mr. Brice, when we attended the Jane Austen Ball at Gadsby’s Tavern a few years ago.
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The Legend of the Female Stranger
http://amandabrice.net/extras/settings/old-town/
The inspiration for my upcoming YA time travel novella, 1816 Candles, comes from comes from a famous ghost story in Old Town Alexandria, Virginia, as well as Charles Dickens’ classic story, A Christmas Carol.
Alexandria, a picturesque town on the shores of the Potomac River older than our nation’s democracy itself, is full of ghost stories. The most enduring of Old Town’s ghost stories has even been featured on History Channel’s Haunted History — The Legend of the Female Stranger.
This is what is known of the story:
In September 1816, a ship (believed to have originated in the West Indies) docked in Alexandria, which was a neighborhood of Washington, DC at the time. This was not unusual in and of itself, as Alexandria was a bustling seaport in those days. But no ship was expected at that time, so all the townspeople paid close attention.
A man and woman emerged from the ship and made their way up Cameron Street to the City Hotel, which at the time was owned by John Wise. (Today we know this building as Gadsby’s Tavern, which was famous in American history as the site of George Washington’s last two Birthnight Balls. Other prominent historical figures known to frequent the tavern include John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, James Madison, and the Marquis de la Fayette.)
The presumed husband and wife were shown to Room 8, and it was soon discovered that the woman was ill. Her condition continued to deteriorate until finally the husband summoned the doctor, hotel staff, and even the owner’s wife to Room 8 to ask a very unusual request: everyone present must swear an oath never to reveal their identities. Those in attendance agreed, which in turn began rampant speculation amongst the townspeople about who the strangers might be.
The mysterious woman in Room 8 died a month later, and the man with her commissioned an elaborate tombstone, which still sits in St. Paul’s Church Cemetery just outside of Old Town. It reads:
To the memory of a
FEMALE STRANGER
whose mortal sufferings terminated
on the 14th day of October 1816
Aged 23 years and 8 months
This stone was placed here by her disconsolate
Husband in whose arms she sighed out her
latest breath and who under God
did his utmost even to soothe the cold
dead ear of death.
How loved how valued once avails thee not
To Whom related or by whom begot
A heap of dust alone remains of thee
Tis all though art and all the proud shall be
To him gave all the Prophets witness that
through his name whosoever believeth in
him shall receive remission of sins
Acts. 10th Chap. 43rd verse
Shortly after the female stranger’s death, Alexandria’s merchants went to collect the debt from her “husband.” The tombstone and funeral cost $1500 (worth roughly $25,000 in today’s money), plus the strangers had racked up a month’s worth of room and board at Gadsby’s, as well as medical expenses. Extending a large amount of credit to a refined gentleman was not unusual, but despite the seeming distasteful nature of inquiring about money in the wake of grief, the merchants were now owed a significant sum.
When the merchants arrived at Room 8 to collect, they discovered that the male stranger had disappeared. He’d left town without paying his debts, and was never heard from again. It would be human nature at this point to forget about the supposed “oath” never to reveal the identities of the strangers and to seek justice, but the Alexandria townspeople kept their word. The hotel register was scrubbed clean and all that remained of the event was the anonymous tombstone in St. Paul’s Cemetery and local lore.
Throughout the years, speculation about the Female Stranger’s identity has remained a favorite pastime in Alexandria. Some believe she was Theodosia Burr Alston, the distraught daughter of disgraced Vice President Aaron Burr. Alston was believed to have drowned at sea almost four years before the events unfolded in Alexandria, but of course the gossips said she had faked her own death to leave her husband in order to run away with her lover.
Others believed that the Female Stranger was a kidnapped European princess or possibly even Napoleon in drag. Those who believed the latter story point out that he had been exiled from France in 1815, and that the “23 years, 8 months” on her headstone would date her supposed birth in February 1793, which was the month in which the diminutive French general declared war on England. This theory posits that Napoleon, disguised as the “female stranger,” faked his death and used the burial as a hiding place for treasure stolen from the aristocracy during the French Revolution.
Still others believe the entire situation was an elaborate scam devised by con men, and that both the Male and Female Strangers escaped from the town with a large amount of money, laughing all the way to the bank. The “oath of secrecy” may have been devised by the townspeople themselves to cover up for being duped.
Or then there’s my husband’s favorite explanation — aliens.
Who knows? It all happened nearly two hundred years ago, so perhaps “ancient aliens” would be a more accurate description. Besides, the only people who were ever privy to the events are long dead, so we’ll never know.
Local lore claims that the Female Stranger is known to haunt the hotel to this day. She — or at least a woman in Regency era clothing — is occasionally seen in the upstairs window of Room 8, holding a lit candle. Docents at the Gadsby’s Tavern Museum say they have heard the sound of someone walking around upstairs, only to find there is no one there.
The historic ballroom at Gadsby’s Tavern was the setting of many “public assemblies” in its day, and today remains an important part of “living history.” Playing on the popularity of Jane Austen among young women, the Gadsby’s Tavern Society and the Living History Foundation host frequent costume balls in which attendees dress in period attire and do the famous dances of the time. (Doesn’t everyone want to meet their own Mr. Darcy?)
I first heard the story of the Female Stranger while attending an Alexandria Colonial Tours “Ghosts and Graveyards” tour during a stop in front of Gadsby’s, where I’d already been taking English Country Dance lessons for nearly a year under the tutelage of dancing master Corky Palmer.
After explaining the background events from 1816, the tour guide told us that one evening during a dance that was held there, a young man spotted a woman across the room flirting with him. The reenactment year for the dance was 1799, but she was wearing a dress from about a decade and a half later than that, which struck him as odd. He looked again, but she was not there. But he was intrigued, and walked right down the middle of a longway set, disturbing the dancers in his quest to find her. There was only one place she could have gone that quickly, and that was a nearby bedroom, which happened to be the same one in which the famous Female Stranger had died.
As the man entered the room, he spotted a lit candle on the night stand. Thinking it was a bad idea to have a candle lit in an unattended room, he went downstairs to complain to the hotel manager. After the two returned to the room, they found the candle as if it had never been lit, the wick still white with wax.
I became intrigued by this story, and when I decided that I needed a novella to kick off my new time travel series (although 1816 Candles occurs first chronologically and will be published first, I’d actually written Julie’s story, Party Like It’s 1899, five years earlier), the Female Stranger seemed perfect for exploration. Who was she? Why did her “husband” disappear? Whereas my husband likes to say “maybe it’s aliens,” I tend towards saying “maybe they were time travelers.”
As for combining it with A Christmas Carol, well, you know, ghosts and the past. Besides Dickens’ Victorian morality tale is awesome.
And thus 1816 Candles was born! Look for it on OCTOBER 24, 2013.
Oh, and pssst…the girl and guy inside the snow globe on the cover of 1816 Candles? That’s me and Mr. Brice, when we attended the Jane Austen Ball at Gadsby’s Tavern a few years ago.
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Carlyle House, Alexandria
()
Date: May 03, 2014 05:09PM
Carlyle House, Alexandria
http://www.thisoldhouse.com/toh/photos/0,,20309905_20684136,00.html
In 1749, Scottish merchant and would-be founding trustee of Alexandria, John Carlyle, purchased two of the best lots in Alexandria, and put up this beautiful mansion—with its unique stone cornice and ornate woodwork—by the early 1750s. Just in time for General Edward Braddock to use the Georgian-style home to plan the French and Indian War.
The place stayed in the Carlyle family until 1827 and eventually served as a Civil War hospital, a particular point of interest for visiting ghost hunters. A 6-year-long restoration began when the Northern Virginia Regional Park Authority (NVRPA) acquired the property in 1970.
You can visit to see an annual reenactment of Colonel John Carlyle's 1780 funeral (with a reading of his last will), or go on a Historical Haunt ghost tour. Call 703-683-3451 or visit nvrpa.org for more information.
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Carlyle House Hauntings
There are several tales of strange deaths and hauntings in this place. Three men are known to have fallen to their deaths at different times but in a similar manner from an upstairs balcony.
In the basement, a cat was found entombed in a wall by archeologists while renovating the house in the 1970s. It was fully documented, then the mummified cat was returned to the wall, where it still remains. Some say it is an ancient Scottish tradition for good luck. Others say it is to ward off evil spirits. But the spirits of the dead are said to still be heard from time to time in the Carlyle House. This is what the docents at the Carlyle House don’t talk about or deny if asked.
A local paranormal investigations team investigated the Carlyle House in February 2004. They did record some paranormal activity that cannot be fully disregarded, including orb photographs, a sound recording and an inexplicable knock on the door when there was no one around. The lead investigator says, “Therefore it’s my belief that the Carlyle House has something unusual happening either in the house or on the grounds, but it’s a subtle haunting that may make his presence known from time to time but tends to keep to himself unless he’s searched out, and even then he’ll keep to himself after a possible walk down the hall or stroll of the gardens.”
Carlyle House in Old Town is Haunted!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRPKjGi99XE&feature=player_detailpage
Could that be one of the ghosts, in the upstairs window on the right?
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In 1749, Scottish merchant and would-be founding trustee of Alexandria, John Carlyle, purchased two of the best lots in Alexandria, and put up this beautiful mansion—with its unique stone cornice and ornate woodwork—by the early 1750s. Just in time for General Edward Braddock to use the Georgian-style home to plan the French and Indian War.
The place stayed in the Carlyle family until 1827 and eventually served as a Civil War hospital, a particular point of interest for visiting ghost hunters. A 6-year-long restoration began when the Northern Virginia Regional Park Authority (NVRPA) acquired the property in 1970.
You can visit to see an annual reenactment of Colonel John Carlyle's 1780 funeral (with a reading of his last will), or go on a Historical Haunt ghost tour. Call 703-683-3451 or visit nvrpa.org for more information.
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Carlyle House Hauntings
There are several tales of strange deaths and hauntings in this place. Three men are known to have fallen to their deaths at different times but in a similar manner from an upstairs balcony.
In the basement, a cat was found entombed in a wall by archeologists while renovating the house in the 1970s. It was fully documented, then the mummified cat was returned to the wall, where it still remains. Some say it is an ancient Scottish tradition for good luck. Others say it is to ward off evil spirits. But the spirits of the dead are said to still be heard from time to time in the Carlyle House. This is what the docents at the Carlyle House don’t talk about or deny if asked.
A local paranormal investigations team investigated the Carlyle House in February 2004. They did record some paranormal activity that cannot be fully disregarded, including orb photographs, a sound recording and an inexplicable knock on the door when there was no one around. The lead investigator says, “Therefore it’s my belief that the Carlyle House has something unusual happening either in the house or on the grounds, but it’s a subtle haunting that may make his presence known from time to time but tends to keep to himself unless he’s searched out, and even then he’ll keep to himself after a possible walk down the hall or stroll of the gardens.”
Carlyle House in Old Town is Haunted!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRPKjGi99XE&feature=player_detailpage
Could that be one of the ghosts, in the upstairs window on the right?
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Joseph Baber
()
Date: May 03, 2014 05:50PM
the only thing haunting fairfax county is it's corrupt police force and justice system.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
The Tale of the Burning Bride
()
Date: May 03, 2014 06:59PM
The Tale of the Burning Bride
http://alexandriadailyphoto.wordpress.com/category/haunted/
The Christmas Attic – House in the Country is a charming shop on Fairfax Street with an added attraction — the ghost of a young woman is said to visit from time to time.
In the mid-1860s, this building was the home of the Schaeffer family. Young Laura was upstairs in her wedding gown, preparing for her special day. It is speculated that she stepped too close to the fireplace, and the long train of her wedding dress caught fire. The guests were down in the garden, unable to hear her screams. The next day Laura died of her burns. A few weeks later, her fiance committed suicide.
Laura’s ghost is said to visit the shop occasionally. Some people have even reported her presence in the restroom.
While the tale told by the ghost tour guide is embellished, and they freely admit it, there is a kernel of truth in this story. A young woman did live here and died of burns before her wedding. As for the presence of spirits, that I cannot confirm. I guess Laura wasn’t in the mood to receive visitors the day I visited the shop.
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The Christmas Attic – House in the Country is a charming shop on Fairfax Street with an added attraction — the ghost of a young woman is said to visit from time to time.
In the mid-1860s, this building was the home of the Schaeffer family. Young Laura was upstairs in her wedding gown, preparing for her special day. It is speculated that she stepped too close to the fireplace, and the long train of her wedding dress caught fire. The guests were down in the garden, unable to hear her screams. The next day Laura died of her burns. A few weeks later, her fiance committed suicide.
Laura’s ghost is said to visit the shop occasionally. Some people have even reported her presence in the restroom.
While the tale told by the ghost tour guide is embellished, and they freely admit it, there is a kernel of truth in this story. A young woman did live here and died of burns before her wedding. As for the presence of spirits, that I cannot confirm. I guess Laura wasn’t in the mood to receive visitors the day I visited the shop.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Calling Chuck Hoffman
()
Date: May 03, 2014 07:51PM
The Tale of the Burning Bride Wrote:
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> The Tale of the Burning Bride
> http://alexandriadailyphoto.wordpress.com/category
> /haunted/
>
> The Christmas Attic – House in the Country is a
> charming shop on Fairfax Street with an added
> attraction — the ghost of a young woman is said
> to visit from time to time.
>
> In the mid-1860s, this building was the home of
> the Schaeffer family. Young Laura was upstairs in
> her wedding gown, preparing for her special day.
> It is speculated that she stepped too close to the
> fireplace, and the long train of her wedding dress
> caught fire. The guests were down in the garden,
> unable to hear her screams. The next day Laura
> died of her burns. A few weeks later, her fiance
> committed suicide.
>
> Laura’s ghost is said to visit the shop
> occasionally. Some people have even reported her
> presence in the restroom.
>
> While the tale told by the ghost tour guide is
> embellished, and they freely admit it, there is a
> kernel of truth in this story. A young woman did
> live here and died of burns before her wedding. As
> for the presence of spirits, that I cannot
> confirm. I guess Laura wasn’t in the mood to
> receive visitors the day I visited the shop.
How much of this story is true? I'll bet Chuck Hoffman knows.
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> The Tale of the Burning Bride
> http://alexandriadailyphoto.wordpress.com/category
> /haunted/
>
> The Christmas Attic – House in the Country is a
> charming shop on Fairfax Street with an added
> attraction — the ghost of a young woman is said
> to visit from time to time.
>
> In the mid-1860s, this building was the home of
> the Schaeffer family. Young Laura was upstairs in
> her wedding gown, preparing for her special day.
> It is speculated that she stepped too close to the
> fireplace, and the long train of her wedding dress
> caught fire. The guests were down in the garden,
> unable to hear her screams. The next day Laura
> died of her burns. A few weeks later, her fiance
> committed suicide.
>
> Laura’s ghost is said to visit the shop
> occasionally. Some people have even reported her
> presence in the restroom.
>
> While the tale told by the ghost tour guide is
> embellished, and they freely admit it, there is a
> kernel of truth in this story. A young woman did
> live here and died of burns before her wedding. As
> for the presence of spirits, that I cannot
> confirm. I guess Laura wasn’t in the mood to
> receive visitors the day I visited the shop.
How much of this story is true? I'll bet Chuck Hoffman knows.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
44444
()
Date: May 09, 2014 02:42AM
chuckhoffmann Wrote:
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> PbFnW Wrote:
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> > All the nurse stories were lifted from
> > allnurses.com. They did not happen in this
> area.
>
> That's the case with a lot of the stories in this
> thread. They were lifted from other Web sites and
> posted here.
archived3archived3archived3archived3archived3
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> PbFnW Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > All the nurse stories were lifted from
> > allnurses.com. They did not happen in this
> area.
>
> That's the case with a lot of the stories in this
> thread. They were lifted from other Web sites and
> posted here.
archived3archived3archived3archived3archived3
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Nikki
()
Date: May 10, 2014 05:07AM
Hello! We just got back here in the US in Oct 2013, and some weird stuff happened inside the house that the base housing got for us. It is inside Langley AFB, and most of the time I spend the day alone since my husband has to work. One time I was preparing lunch, and after I've used the blender and put the glass pitcher on the sink I watched TV for like a few minutes. Then suddenly I just heard this really loud noise. I thought it was fire or something.
I'm familiar with the sound of the alarm when there's too much smoke, so I knew it wasn't it. Finally I found the blender running by itself. So freaky. The blender we have is really hard to turn off or on unless you really push it hard. I just knew I didn't because the last time I did it was before I watched TV. I of course remembered turning it off though it was still plugged in hmmm.
I'm familiar with the sound of the alarm when there's too much smoke, so I knew it wasn't it. Finally I found the blender running by itself. So freaky. The blender we have is really hard to turn off or on unless you really push it hard. I just knew I didn't because the last time I did it was before I watched TV. I of course remembered turning it off though it was still plugged in hmmm.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Haunted VA on Youtube!
()
Date: May 10, 2014 03:24PM
Haunted Virginia part 1. Just a little ghost story about Richmond, VA! This video was also the recipient of a Silver Telly Award in 2007.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MngiiRWrkXU
This is the 2nd part in the 2 part "Haunted Virginia." Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2eVrlpkmPOA
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This is the 2nd part in the 2 part "Haunted Virginia." Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2eVrlpkmPOA
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Lee in Suffolk Va
()
Date: May 12, 2014 07:51AM
Almost all of the homes on Clay are haunted. Me and my kids moved there almost about 3 years ago. My daughter always talked about an old man by her door. I always thought she was just scared because we just moved in, but almost every other night she kept seeing an old man, but she was the only one who keep seeing the old man. One day I was taking pictures of my kids because it was there first day to school. I just so happened to look at the pictures I took, and I went through my pictures. Sure enough, I saw an old white man in the background. Yes, very spooky, but I never saw or heard anything else about it. My daughter never saw him again.
I remember my neighbors moved in next door. Then maybe a month later she said to me her house was haunted. I never told her what I saw, but she always talked about a lady in her attic. Even though it was ghost, they never harmed us just popped up from time to time. We moved from Clay Street 2 year ago now. I watched a TV show one day called ''A Haunting,'' and surely enough they had my old house and my neighbor's house on the show saying how a spirit of an old male was haunting their home, and it was my old apt. On the show it also had my neighbor's home, but it wasn't the one neighbor that told me about her ghost. It was the other neighbor house, and I always heard screaming from that house scary.
I remember my neighbors moved in next door. Then maybe a month later she said to me her house was haunted. I never told her what I saw, but she always talked about a lady in her attic. Even though it was ghost, they never harmed us just popped up from time to time. We moved from Clay Street 2 year ago now. I watched a TV show one day called ''A Haunting,'' and surely enough they had my old house and my neighbor's house on the show saying how a spirit of an old male was haunting their home, and it was my old apt. On the show it also had my neighbor's home, but it wasn't the one neighbor that told me about her ghost. It was the other neighbor house, and I always heard screaming from that house scary.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Long Time Fairfaxian
()
Date: May 12, 2014 09:09AM
Sleepy Hollow Elementary is haunted by the ghost of a workman who was buried alive back when the school was being constructed back in the Fifties.
When I was a student there, some of the kids there would tell stories about hearing what sounded like labored breathing or gasping or sometimes even a muffled voice from under the ground. A few talked about "The Dirty Man" they'd seen around the school, dressed in old fashioned and extremely dirty work clothing.
My own experience with the dirty man, however, still haunts me to this day. I was walking home from school and I saw the dirty man I'd heard about. Just like I'd heard, he was dressed in old-fashioned clothing and was covered in dirt, like he'd just crawled out of a hole.
He looked lost or confused, but even back then we'd gotten lessons about "Stranger Danger", so I just froze and didn't say anything to him.
Then, it was like a fog lifted, and he gave me a weird, faraway look.
And he spoke to me.
He said, "Sonny? Sonny? Can you help me out, Sonny? It's awful dark down here."
That was all I needed to see or hear. I was jolted out of my fear-induced paralysis and ran all the way home.
I don't know if kids in that neighborhood still talk about "The Dirty Man", but I avoid Sleepy Hollow Road even now, almost forty years later.
When I was a student there, some of the kids there would tell stories about hearing what sounded like labored breathing or gasping or sometimes even a muffled voice from under the ground. A few talked about "The Dirty Man" they'd seen around the school, dressed in old fashioned and extremely dirty work clothing.
My own experience with the dirty man, however, still haunts me to this day. I was walking home from school and I saw the dirty man I'd heard about. Just like I'd heard, he was dressed in old-fashioned clothing and was covered in dirt, like he'd just crawled out of a hole.
He looked lost or confused, but even back then we'd gotten lessons about "Stranger Danger", so I just froze and didn't say anything to him.
Then, it was like a fog lifted, and he gave me a weird, faraway look.
And he spoke to me.
He said, "Sonny? Sonny? Can you help me out, Sonny? It's awful dark down here."
That was all I needed to see or hear. I was jolted out of my fear-induced paralysis and ran all the way home.
I don't know if kids in that neighborhood still talk about "The Dirty Man", but I avoid Sleepy Hollow Road even now, almost forty years later.
Re: A Haunting Revisited
Posted by:
Hidden Creek Pond - Springfield
()
Date: May 13, 2014 08:09AM
Jon222 Wrote:
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> I lived right by the back entrance to Hidden Pond
> which is the end of Greeley Boulevard from 1975
> until 1984. That park was the stomping grounds for
> my friends and me day and night. There used to
> even be a dilapidated pier there over by the open
> brick house with the fireplace. During the summers
> we were there almost every day and night. We made
> tree forts, ground forts, and spent many nights
> camping out all over the park/pond avoiding the
> ranger from the parks office/museum. We roamed all
> the trails on our dirt bikes which went all the
> way back past Pohick Creek by the cliffs near
> Orange Hunt even under the Old Keen Mill Road
> Bridge to Rolling Valley Mall. It is safe to say I
> know the place.
>
> In 1975 there was a gravel road which started on
> Rolling Road almost at a 45-degree angle from the
> Rolling Road Mobil Station (the next right turn is
> Rivington Road) called Morris Road. It ended right
> by Hidden Pond Park. This is now called Kenwood
> Avenue. There were two shack-like houses at the
> end, one up the hill on the left which was
> demolished and one intact at the very end of the
> road at the bottom of a steep hill. My friends and
> I used to play around there and hunt for cool old
> stuff and found old photos, knick knacks, cone top
> beer cans, and things. We heard many creepy
> strange sounds coming from that house when it was
> occupied and after it was abandoned. We NEVER saw
> the occupants, only this mean dog whom we would
> run from. I do not know if anyone remembers this
> place but if you do please respond. Older kids
> would be in the woods there partying at night, and
> we would spy on them from afar. Then we noticed
> other people around watching them too. We thought
> they were parents or nosy neighbors, but they were
> all different sizes and seemed too oblivious of
> one another. We never heard a twig or leaf crunch
> as they moved. One night we tried to follow a few
> of them, and they either disappeared into the
> woods or at the edge of the park by the house at
> the end of Morris Road.
There’ve been a lot of ghost stories posted about Hidden Creek park in Springfield. I just saw one a few weeks ago where a guy said that his buddy that committed suicide earlier this year now haunts the area too. Is there anything special about it in local legends?
Here are some pics, as you can see it's pretty secluded...
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> I lived right by the back entrance to Hidden Pond
> which is the end of Greeley Boulevard from 1975
> until 1984. That park was the stomping grounds for
> my friends and me day and night. There used to
> even be a dilapidated pier there over by the open
> brick house with the fireplace. During the summers
> we were there almost every day and night. We made
> tree forts, ground forts, and spent many nights
> camping out all over the park/pond avoiding the
> ranger from the parks office/museum. We roamed all
> the trails on our dirt bikes which went all the
> way back past Pohick Creek by the cliffs near
> Orange Hunt even under the Old Keen Mill Road
> Bridge to Rolling Valley Mall. It is safe to say I
> know the place.
>
> In 1975 there was a gravel road which started on
> Rolling Road almost at a 45-degree angle from the
> Rolling Road Mobil Station (the next right turn is
> Rivington Road) called Morris Road. It ended right
> by Hidden Pond Park. This is now called Kenwood
> Avenue. There were two shack-like houses at the
> end, one up the hill on the left which was
> demolished and one intact at the very end of the
> road at the bottom of a steep hill. My friends and
> I used to play around there and hunt for cool old
> stuff and found old photos, knick knacks, cone top
> beer cans, and things. We heard many creepy
> strange sounds coming from that house when it was
> occupied and after it was abandoned. We NEVER saw
> the occupants, only this mean dog whom we would
> run from. I do not know if anyone remembers this
> place but if you do please respond. Older kids
> would be in the woods there partying at night, and
> we would spy on them from afar. Then we noticed
> other people around watching them too. We thought
> they were parents or nosy neighbors, but they were
> all different sizes and seemed too oblivious of
> one another. We never heard a twig or leaf crunch
> as they moved. One night we tried to follow a few
> of them, and they either disappeared into the
> woods or at the edge of the park by the house at
> the end of Morris Road.
There’ve been a lot of ghost stories posted about Hidden Creek park in Springfield. I just saw one a few weeks ago where a guy said that his buddy that committed suicide earlier this year now haunts the area too. Is there anything special about it in local legends?
Here are some pics, as you can see it's pretty secluded...
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Civil War ghost seen
()
Date: May 24, 2014 07:08PM
GHOST SIGHTING ON RT 29 TONIGHT! Wrote:
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> My wife just saw a ghost dressed as a Civil War
> soldier walking along Route 29, tonight at around
> 8pm. She said he was semi-transparent with naval
> blue pants walking away from the the battlefield
> in the direction of the intersection of Rt. 29 and
> Heathcote.
I used to live in an old apartment building off of Liberia. One day when I was coming home from work I was driving down Portner, and I saw a Zouave Civil War soldier sitting on the side of the road with his rifle leaned over his shoulder. It was broad daylight, and I saw him as clear as day. When I looked back in the rear view mirror he wasn't there. Later I was looking up information on the Civil War in Manassas and found out that there had been a whole New York Regiment of Zouave's wiped out in one of the battles and that the hospital/death house had been the Liberia Plantation House which is about a block from my apartment. Portner used to be the old road that led to the house during the Civil War!
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> My wife just saw a ghost dressed as a Civil War
> soldier walking along Route 29, tonight at around
> 8pm. She said he was semi-transparent with naval
> blue pants walking away from the the battlefield
> in the direction of the intersection of Rt. 29 and
> Heathcote.
I used to live in an old apartment building off of Liberia. One day when I was coming home from work I was driving down Portner, and I saw a Zouave Civil War soldier sitting on the side of the road with his rifle leaned over his shoulder. It was broad daylight, and I saw him as clear as day. When I looked back in the rear view mirror he wasn't there. Later I was looking up information on the Civil War in Manassas and found out that there had been a whole New York Regiment of Zouave's wiped out in one of the battles and that the hospital/death house had been the Liberia Plantation House which is about a block from my apartment. Portner used to be the old road that led to the house during the Civil War!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Any Civil War ghosts in the area
()
Date: May 25, 2014 09:01AM
Civil War ghost seen Wrote:
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> GHOST SIGHTING ON RT 29 TONIGHT! Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > My wife just saw a ghost dressed as a Civil War
> > soldier walking along Route 29, tonight at
> around
> > 8pm. She said he was semi-transparent with
> naval
> > blue pants walking away from the the
> battlefield
> > in the direction of the intersection of Rt. 29
> and
> > Heathcote.
>
> I used to live in an old apartment building off of
> Liberia. One day when I was coming home from work
> I was driving down Portner, and I saw a Zouave
> Civil War soldier sitting on the side of the road
> with his rifle leaned over his shoulder. It was
> broad daylight, and I saw him as clear as day.
> When I looked back in the rear view mirror he
> wasn't there. Later I was looking up information
> on the Civil War in Manassas and found out that
> there had been a whole New York Regiment of
> Zouave's wiped out in one of the battles and that
> the hospital/death house had been the Liberia
> Plantation House which is about a block from my
> apartment. Portner used to be the old road that
> led to the house during the Civil War!
My brother used to work nights, and saw several civil war soldiers crossing Route 29 at about 1am in the morning on 29. They were ghosts that were semi-transparent. He said that some of the other officers he worked with, would see them from time to time in the dead of night. Has anyone else seen any more civil war ghosts in that area?
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> GHOST SIGHTING ON RT 29 TONIGHT! Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > My wife just saw a ghost dressed as a Civil War
> > soldier walking along Route 29, tonight at
> around
> > 8pm. She said he was semi-transparent with
> naval
> > blue pants walking away from the the
> battlefield
> > in the direction of the intersection of Rt. 29
> and
> > Heathcote.
>
> I used to live in an old apartment building off of
> Liberia. One day when I was coming home from work
> I was driving down Portner, and I saw a Zouave
> Civil War soldier sitting on the side of the road
> with his rifle leaned over his shoulder. It was
> broad daylight, and I saw him as clear as day.
> When I looked back in the rear view mirror he
> wasn't there. Later I was looking up information
> on the Civil War in Manassas and found out that
> there had been a whole New York Regiment of
> Zouave's wiped out in one of the battles and that
> the hospital/death house had been the Liberia
> Plantation House which is about a block from my
> apartment. Portner used to be the old road that
> led to the house during the Civil War!
My brother used to work nights, and saw several civil war soldiers crossing Route 29 at about 1am in the morning on 29. They were ghosts that were semi-transparent. He said that some of the other officers he worked with, would see them from time to time in the dead of night. Has anyone else seen any more civil war ghosts in that area?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
rhonda lee
()
Date: May 28, 2014 02:53PM
Almost all of the homes on Clay are haunted. Me and my kids moved there almost about 3 years ago. My daughter always talked about an old man by her door. I always thought she was just scared because we just moved in, but almost every other night she kept seeing an old man, but she was the only one who keep seeing the old man. One day I was taking pictures of my kids because it was there first day to school. I just so happened to look at the pictures I took, and I went through my pictures. Sure enough, I saw an old white man in the background. Yes, very spooky, but I never saw or heard anything else about it. My daughter never saw him again.
I remember my neighbors moved in next door. Then maybe a month later she said to me her house was haunted. I never told her what I saw, but she always talked about a lady in her attic. Even though it was ghost, they never harmed us just popped up from time to time. We moved from Clay Street 2 year ago now. I watched a TV show one day called ''A Haunting,'' and surely enough they had my old house and my neighbor's house on the show saying how a spirit of an old male was haunting their home, and it was my old apt. On the show it also had my neighbor's home, but it wasn't the one neighbor that told me about her ghost. It was the other neighbor house, and I always heard screaming from that house scary.
I remember my neighbors moved in next door. Then maybe a month later she said to me her house was haunted. I never told her what I saw, but she always talked about a lady in her attic. Even though it was ghost, they never harmed us just popped up from time to time. We moved from Clay Street 2 year ago now. I watched a TV show one day called ''A Haunting,'' and surely enough they had my old house and my neighbor's house on the show saying how a spirit of an old male was haunting their home, and it was my old apt. On the show it also had my neighbor's home, but it wasn't the one neighbor that told me about her ghost. It was the other neighbor house, and I always heard screaming from that house scary.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
43nFu
()
Date: May 31, 2014 03:25PM
Any Civil War ghosts in the area Wrote:
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> Civil War ghost seen Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > GHOST SIGHTING ON RT 29 TONIGHT! Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > My wife just saw a ghost dressed as a Civil
> War
> > > soldier walking along Route 29, tonight at
> > around
> > > 8pm. She said he was semi-transparent with
> > naval
> > > blue pants walking away from the the
> > battlefield
> > > in the direction of the intersection of Rt.
> 29
> > and
> > > Heathcote.
> >
> > I used to live in an old apartment building off
> of
> > Liberia. One day when I was coming home from
> work
> > I was driving down Portner, and I saw a Zouave
> > Civil War soldier sitting on the side of the
> road
> > with his rifle leaned over his shoulder. It was
> > broad daylight, and I saw him as clear as day.
> > When I looked back in the rear view mirror he
> > wasn't there. Later I was looking up
> information
> > on the Civil War in Manassas and found out that
> > there had been a whole New York Regiment of
> > Zouave's wiped out in one of the battles and
> that
> > the hospital/death house had been the Liberia
> > Plantation House which is about a block from my
> > apartment. Portner used to be the old road that
> > led to the house during the Civil War!
>
> My brother used to work nights, and saw several
> civil war soldiers crossing Route 29 at about 1am
> in the morning on 29. They were ghosts that were
> semi-transparent. He said that some of the other
> officers he worked with, would see them from time
> to time in the dead of night. Has anyone else seen
> any more civil war ghosts in that area?
My wife and I were in the battlefield today with our son, at the parking area where the New York Regiment of Zouave's were wiped out, eating our lunch. While sitting in our SUV, I get a scent on the wind of the best smelling pie I have ever smelled. It was only in the air for a second or two, but it was weird. There's nothing back there except for the parking area and the two monuments. It's an odd place back there to be sure.
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> Civil War ghost seen Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > GHOST SIGHTING ON RT 29 TONIGHT! Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > My wife just saw a ghost dressed as a Civil
> War
> > > soldier walking along Route 29, tonight at
> > around
> > > 8pm. She said he was semi-transparent with
> > naval
> > > blue pants walking away from the the
> > battlefield
> > > in the direction of the intersection of Rt.
> 29
> > and
> > > Heathcote.
> >
> > I used to live in an old apartment building off
> of
> > Liberia. One day when I was coming home from
> work
> > I was driving down Portner, and I saw a Zouave
> > Civil War soldier sitting on the side of the
> road
> > with his rifle leaned over his shoulder. It was
> > broad daylight, and I saw him as clear as day.
> > When I looked back in the rear view mirror he
> > wasn't there. Later I was looking up
> information
> > on the Civil War in Manassas and found out that
> > there had been a whole New York Regiment of
> > Zouave's wiped out in one of the battles and
> that
> > the hospital/death house had been the Liberia
> > Plantation House which is about a block from my
> > apartment. Portner used to be the old road that
> > led to the house during the Civil War!
>
> My brother used to work nights, and saw several
> civil war soldiers crossing Route 29 at about 1am
> in the morning on 29. They were ghosts that were
> semi-transparent. He said that some of the other
> officers he worked with, would see them from time
> to time in the dead of night. Has anyone else seen
> any more civil war ghosts in that area?
My wife and I were in the battlefield today with our son, at the parking area where the New York Regiment of Zouave's were wiped out, eating our lunch. While sitting in our SUV, I get a scent on the wind of the best smelling pie I have ever smelled. It was only in the air for a second or two, but it was weird. There's nothing back there except for the parking area and the two monuments. It's an odd place back there to be sure.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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haunted in culpeper va
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Date: May 31, 2014 08:51PM
Hi my name is Amber and this is no joke. I have seen and been very afraid of this ghost. Many things have happened. When I saw this white figure walk through the wall I quietly got out of bed and followed up to the attic. We never went up to the attic. There was no light, so I took a flashlight. When I got there I realized that there was blood on the floor everywhere. I was so freaked out that I ran back to my room. I asked my mom if anyone has been to the attic, and she said no. I went to the attic the next day seeing that there was no blood on the floor, so I walked to another room in the attic and saw three dead birds. One with its wings separated from its body. I also saw a mirror split into two and seven pieces of cloth next to the mirror.
The next thing I thought was that the last time we went to the attic none of those things were there. My mom said that nobody went to the attic after the last time we went. Two days later I saw that there was a piece of paper inside my shoe, so I took it out and read what it said : you have a special power with a drawing of an bow and arrow. I never told anyone about anything that has happened that week. Thirteen days later I kept getting strange messages like: you are special, you are powerful, and pictures of different elements. I finally decided to do my own investigation.
At 1:39 I went to the attic, and I saw that everything was gone. There was nothing there. I felt like I was being watched. So I went back to my room. When I heard that something fall. I saw that it was a picture of me with my electric guitar. When I turned around to pick up the glass this black shadow got up from the floor and turned around and went into the wall. I kept thinking I was seeing things, but it was so close up I didn't know what to think, so I wrote a note saying: why are you after me? I am a normal person!
Then I put it in my shoe. The next day nothing happened it was still there, so I calmed myself and waited. The next day I got an answer: You are special! And you will stay special for you will survive fire! So thankfully my mom was going to change her job, so we moved to Culpeper, and here I am now.
The next thing I thought was that the last time we went to the attic none of those things were there. My mom said that nobody went to the attic after the last time we went. Two days later I saw that there was a piece of paper inside my shoe, so I took it out and read what it said : you have a special power with a drawing of an bow and arrow. I never told anyone about anything that has happened that week. Thirteen days later I kept getting strange messages like: you are special, you are powerful, and pictures of different elements. I finally decided to do my own investigation.
At 1:39 I went to the attic, and I saw that everything was gone. There was nothing there. I felt like I was being watched. So I went back to my room. When I heard that something fall. I saw that it was a picture of me with my electric guitar. When I turned around to pick up the glass this black shadow got up from the floor and turned around and went into the wall. I kept thinking I was seeing things, but it was so close up I didn't know what to think, so I wrote a note saying: why are you after me? I am a normal person!
Then I put it in my shoe. The next day nothing happened it was still there, so I calmed myself and waited. The next day I got an answer: You are special! And you will stay special for you will survive fire! So thankfully my mom was going to change her job, so we moved to Culpeper, and here I am now.
The Ghost of Jennie Wade
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The Ghost of Jennie Wade
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Date: June 01, 2014 05:00AM
The Ghost of Jennie Wade
http://blogs.ancestry.com/cm/2013/07/15/the-ghost-of-jennie-wade/
One hundred fifty years after the bloody battle fought there, Gettysburg is a city rich in history and hauntings. Thousands of soldiers gave their lives at Gettysburg, and apparently many of them had some unfinished business because they are still there.
One of the most “felt” ghosts of Gettysburg isn’t a soldier. It’s the ghost of a woman often called Jennie Wade. It’s said that her ghost comforts people who are scared or upset—ironic, right?
Perhaps she still haunts the town because she’s upset that people don’t get her story right, starting with her name. Her real name was Mary Virginia Wade, though she was called “Ginny.”
Ginny was born and raised in Gettysburg, where, at the end of June 1863, Union forces were gathering in anticipation of their next battle. Twenty-year-old Ginny took refuge in a home that turned out to be no refuge at all—the home of Georgia McClellan, who was soon to deliver a baby.
Mary Virginia Wade appears as “Jennie” on the index for a Civil War pension granted her mother. (Image courtesy of Ancestry.com)
Around the same time, soldiers had arrived in the area and needed bread and water. According to her mother’s account, Ginny baked for the soldiers both before and during the battle. On her last morning, Ginny had awoken early to make more bread. While she worked in the kitchen, a bullet traveled through the house, hit her in the back, and killed her instantly. It’s said she was buried with bread dough still on her hands.
Many ghost stories involving Ginny say that she was a midwife delivering a baby during the war. Some say that the baby died, so Ginny’s work was left unfinished. It’s unlikely that Ginny was a midwife by trade. The 1860 census shows that her mother was a tailor, and Ginny presumably helped her with the work. Various historical records also make it clear that Ginny was not helping with the birth of just anyone’s baby, but with her sister’s baby—Ginny’s first nephew. Georgia McClellan was Ginny’s older sister.
1860 U.S. Federal Census, Mary Virginia Wade (Image courtesy of Ancestry.com)
And what did become of that child? Did he die, leaving Ginny’s work unfinished? No. The Gettysburg baby, Lewis K. McClellan, lived not only through the turning point of the Civil War but also through World War I and into World War II. He died in February of 1941.
So, what is Ginny’s unfinished business? Not the bread—reports say that her mother finished baking the loaves the next day. If Ginny really does have something to resolve, perhaps it’s that she never married her supposed fiancé, Corporal Johnston Hastings Skelly, who was serving in the 87th Pennsylvania Infantry. If that’s the case, the next person who encounters Ginny’s ghost in Gettysburg might tell her that Johnston died honorably just about a week after she did.
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One hundred fifty years after the bloody battle fought there, Gettysburg is a city rich in history and hauntings. Thousands of soldiers gave their lives at Gettysburg, and apparently many of them had some unfinished business because they are still there.
One of the most “felt” ghosts of Gettysburg isn’t a soldier. It’s the ghost of a woman often called Jennie Wade. It’s said that her ghost comforts people who are scared or upset—ironic, right?
Perhaps she still haunts the town because she’s upset that people don’t get her story right, starting with her name. Her real name was Mary Virginia Wade, though she was called “Ginny.”
Ginny was born and raised in Gettysburg, where, at the end of June 1863, Union forces were gathering in anticipation of their next battle. Twenty-year-old Ginny took refuge in a home that turned out to be no refuge at all—the home of Georgia McClellan, who was soon to deliver a baby.
Mary Virginia Wade appears as “Jennie” on the index for a Civil War pension granted her mother. (Image courtesy of Ancestry.com)
Around the same time, soldiers had arrived in the area and needed bread and water. According to her mother’s account, Ginny baked for the soldiers both before and during the battle. On her last morning, Ginny had awoken early to make more bread. While she worked in the kitchen, a bullet traveled through the house, hit her in the back, and killed her instantly. It’s said she was buried with bread dough still on her hands.
Many ghost stories involving Ginny say that she was a midwife delivering a baby during the war. Some say that the baby died, so Ginny’s work was left unfinished. It’s unlikely that Ginny was a midwife by trade. The 1860 census shows that her mother was a tailor, and Ginny presumably helped her with the work. Various historical records also make it clear that Ginny was not helping with the birth of just anyone’s baby, but with her sister’s baby—Ginny’s first nephew. Georgia McClellan was Ginny’s older sister.
1860 U.S. Federal Census, Mary Virginia Wade (Image courtesy of Ancestry.com)
And what did become of that child? Did he die, leaving Ginny’s work unfinished? No. The Gettysburg baby, Lewis K. McClellan, lived not only through the turning point of the Civil War but also through World War I and into World War II. He died in February of 1941.
So, what is Ginny’s unfinished business? Not the bread—reports say that her mother finished baking the loaves the next day. If Ginny really does have something to resolve, perhaps it’s that she never married her supposed fiancé, Corporal Johnston Hastings Skelly, who was serving in the 87th Pennsylvania Infantry. If that’s the case, the next person who encounters Ginny’s ghost in Gettysburg might tell her that Johnston died honorably just about a week after she did.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
newgatedenizen
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Date: June 01, 2014 01:35PM
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
43nFu
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Date: June 01, 2014 03:22PM
newgatedenizen Wrote:
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> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qX7hrViRzOg
Wow, that's the exact same place we were at yesterday. Thanks for posting!
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> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qX7hrViRzOg
Wow, that's the exact same place we were at yesterday. Thanks for posting!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
susie
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Date: June 04, 2014 08:02AM
I have seen a man in my home just outside fort Belvoir in the Inlet Cove neighborhood. We are located south of Fairfax County PkWy off route 1 before Telegraph Road. The ghost wears formal clothing and a top hat and just hangs around.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Anderson Household
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Date: June 09, 2014 03:09PM
I have had a door slam on me. No scientific reasoning and took a picture in a mirror. Face of a ghost was beside me in the picture. Later I realized that the face was of the man who had previously lived on the other house on the property. I found pictures of him, and he was buried up on the hill beside my house. I have all colors of the picture. It's crazy accurate.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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Barbara / SOUTH ALEXANDRIA
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Date: June 18, 2014 07:12AM
In South Alexandria on Sherwood Hall Lane. From around 11 pm to 1 am most nights there is a carriage that comes through, going west to east (Very rarely east to west). It travels at about 5 miles an hour. The driver seems intent on driving the team of 4 to 6 horses, and carriage with no interruptions. I have seen it so many times, as well as a lot of friends and family. It has become so regular that we have begun to wave at the driver, and he waves back.
We can see that there are passengers inside, and we could say that they look like George and Martha Washington, but we are not sure because a lot of people wore the same clothes and powdered wigs. We have visited Mount Vernon Plantation, many times, and have seen how George REALLY looked like, so we are almost SURE it may be him. There are no available pictures at this time, but it is a pretty nice experience. I have seen many ghosts in my lifetime and have found that most of them that are aware that they have passed, are friendly if treated respectfully.
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We can see that there are passengers inside, and we could say that they look like George and Martha Washington, but we are not sure because a lot of people wore the same clothes and powdered wigs. We have visited Mount Vernon Plantation, many times, and have seen how George REALLY looked like, so we are almost SURE it may be him. There are no available pictures at this time, but it is a pretty nice experience. I have seen many ghosts in my lifetime and have found that most of them that are aware that they have passed, are friendly if treated respectfully.
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Pulaski Retirement Community located on Lee Highway ghosts
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Pulaski Retirement Community
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Date: June 23, 2014 09:04AM
The staff at Pulaski Retirement Community located on Lee Highway reported seeing a ghost sitting at the front entrance around the same time every day. One of the nurses was able to take a picture of the ghost. I don't know if she was waiting for someone or just enjoyed sitting in the lobby to socialize with others while she was living. Either way for some reason she still hangs out. Why in the world someone would hang around anywhere in Pulaski when they could be in heaven or any where else for that matter is beyond me.
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Virginia Dare, The White Doe
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Date: June 23, 2014 02:31PM
***I came across this today, and I thought I would share...
Virginia Dare, The White Doe
http://www.northcarolinaghosts.com/coast/virginia-dare-white-doe.php
On August 27, 1587 Governor John White sailed form Roanoke Island to return to England for supplies. He left behind the first settlement in the new English colony of Virginia, consisting of eighty-nine men, seventeen women, and eleven children. One of those children was his own granddaughter, the first English child to be born in the New World — Virginia Dare. None of these colonists were ever seen again by English eyes.
White had intended to return to the Roanoke colony the next year, but the threat of Spanish invasion with the great Armada of 1588 and the constantly-shifting politics of the Elizabethan court delayed White's return until 1590. When he arrived, he found the colony abandoned, the only clue to the fate of the colonists being the word CROATOAN carved into a tree. This was the name of a nearby island, the home of the english-speaking Croatan Indian Manteo. Manteo and another Croatan, Wanchese, had journeyed to England in 1584, returning with the reconnoissance expedition for the colony. White was unable to make a thorough search of the islands, due to the threat of a large storm and the growing impatience of a captain eager to turn south and hunt for Spanish treasure ships. By the time of the next attempt at Colonization in 1608 at Jamestown, the fate of the Lost Colonists had already become the stuff of legend.
One of these legends that has been told time and again on the North Carolina Outer Banks follows the sad, strange fate of that first English child born on New World soil.
According to the legend, Wanchese was fearful of the threat posed by the Englishmen and plotted with a nearby tribe to lead a sneak attack against the colonists. Fleeing for their lives, the colonists were gathered together by Manteo to escape and join his tribe. It was Elanor Dare, the mother of Virginia, who had the foresight to carve their destination in a tree, with her husband dead of an indian arrow at her feet and her precious child clutched into her arms.
But a good number of the colonists did escape, and they lived peacefully with the Croatan Indians. Young Virginia Dare grew to be a beautiful maiden, whose natural grace and virtue made her and example to all who knew her, colonists and Indians alike. As she became a young woman, she naturally attracted the attentions of suitors. Among these young men were the noble Okisko, and a jealous sorcerer named Chico.
Chico was the first to offer his hand to the young Virginia Dare, but the maiden refused his advanced. Enraged, he used his dark arts to curse the girl, and transformed her body into that of a snow-white deer.
The mysterious white doe was often seen on Roanoke, sadly walking through the now-overgrown and decaying houses built by her people. The story of this beautiful, elusive creature soon spread to all the tribes on the islands.
Now, Okisko, Virginia Dare's other suitor, figured that this white doe had shown up about the same time Virginia Dare had gone missing. Reckoning that his rival in love was a pretty hand at the dark arts, it didn't take him long to figure out that this white doe was his own beloved. Seeking the help of a friendly sorcerer, he learned how to make a magic arrowhead from the mother-of-pearl lining of an oyster shell that would undo the curse.
But Wanchese had also heard of the white doe, and in a bid to prove his worth as a warrior he vowed to kill the rare creature. To this end, he pledged to use a silver arrowhead given to him by Queen Elizabeth when he had been in England.
Okisko and Wanchese, unknown to one another, both tracked the white doe for weeks — one pledged to return her to her true form, the other sworn to bring her death. And as it happened, they came upon the deer at the same hour of the same day, as she was drinking from a still, deep pool in the forest. Okisko saw his beloved, Wanchese saw his prey, and at the same time they both released their arrows. At the same time, both their arrows hit the heart of the white deer, Okisko's undoing the enchantment and Wanchese's bringing death.
Seeing what he had done, Wanchese fled the island in fear, but Okisko sadly carried the body of his beloved to the old fort built by the colonists and buried her at its center.
But soon by that pool where Virginia Dare died, a new vine sprung up, whose grapes were sweeter than any tasted before but whose juice was a red as blood. This was the scuppernong, the grape from which the first North Carolina wines were made.
Virginia Dare, The White Doe
http://www.northcarolinaghosts.com/coast/virginia-dare-white-doe.php
On August 27, 1587 Governor John White sailed form Roanoke Island to return to England for supplies. He left behind the first settlement in the new English colony of Virginia, consisting of eighty-nine men, seventeen women, and eleven children. One of those children was his own granddaughter, the first English child to be born in the New World — Virginia Dare. None of these colonists were ever seen again by English eyes.
White had intended to return to the Roanoke colony the next year, but the threat of Spanish invasion with the great Armada of 1588 and the constantly-shifting politics of the Elizabethan court delayed White's return until 1590. When he arrived, he found the colony abandoned, the only clue to the fate of the colonists being the word CROATOAN carved into a tree. This was the name of a nearby island, the home of the english-speaking Croatan Indian Manteo. Manteo and another Croatan, Wanchese, had journeyed to England in 1584, returning with the reconnoissance expedition for the colony. White was unable to make a thorough search of the islands, due to the threat of a large storm and the growing impatience of a captain eager to turn south and hunt for Spanish treasure ships. By the time of the next attempt at Colonization in 1608 at Jamestown, the fate of the Lost Colonists had already become the stuff of legend.
One of these legends that has been told time and again on the North Carolina Outer Banks follows the sad, strange fate of that first English child born on New World soil.
According to the legend, Wanchese was fearful of the threat posed by the Englishmen and plotted with a nearby tribe to lead a sneak attack against the colonists. Fleeing for their lives, the colonists were gathered together by Manteo to escape and join his tribe. It was Elanor Dare, the mother of Virginia, who had the foresight to carve their destination in a tree, with her husband dead of an indian arrow at her feet and her precious child clutched into her arms.
But a good number of the colonists did escape, and they lived peacefully with the Croatan Indians. Young Virginia Dare grew to be a beautiful maiden, whose natural grace and virtue made her and example to all who knew her, colonists and Indians alike. As she became a young woman, she naturally attracted the attentions of suitors. Among these young men were the noble Okisko, and a jealous sorcerer named Chico.
Chico was the first to offer his hand to the young Virginia Dare, but the maiden refused his advanced. Enraged, he used his dark arts to curse the girl, and transformed her body into that of a snow-white deer.
The mysterious white doe was often seen on Roanoke, sadly walking through the now-overgrown and decaying houses built by her people. The story of this beautiful, elusive creature soon spread to all the tribes on the islands.
Now, Okisko, Virginia Dare's other suitor, figured that this white doe had shown up about the same time Virginia Dare had gone missing. Reckoning that his rival in love was a pretty hand at the dark arts, it didn't take him long to figure out that this white doe was his own beloved. Seeking the help of a friendly sorcerer, he learned how to make a magic arrowhead from the mother-of-pearl lining of an oyster shell that would undo the curse.
But Wanchese had also heard of the white doe, and in a bid to prove his worth as a warrior he vowed to kill the rare creature. To this end, he pledged to use a silver arrowhead given to him by Queen Elizabeth when he had been in England.
Okisko and Wanchese, unknown to one another, both tracked the white doe for weeks — one pledged to return her to her true form, the other sworn to bring her death. And as it happened, they came upon the deer at the same hour of the same day, as she was drinking from a still, deep pool in the forest. Okisko saw his beloved, Wanchese saw his prey, and at the same time they both released their arrows. At the same time, both their arrows hit the heart of the white deer, Okisko's undoing the enchantment and Wanchese's bringing death.
Seeing what he had done, Wanchese fled the island in fear, but Okisko sadly carried the body of his beloved to the old fort built by the colonists and buried her at its center.
But soon by that pool where Virginia Dare died, a new vine sprung up, whose grapes were sweeter than any tasted before but whose juice was a red as blood. This was the scuppernong, the grape from which the first North Carolina wines were made.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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Date: June 23, 2014 02:32PM
Virginia Dare was the first English child born in the New World. According to legend, she was transformed into a white deer by a sorcerer.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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Virginia Dare, The White Doe
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Date: June 23, 2014 02:33PM
While the exact fate of the Lost Colony is unknown, most historians agree that the chances of Virginia Dare having been transformed into a deer are vanishingly small. But the legend of Virginia Dare does represent a unique combination of a literary tradition that was imported to the New World from England, along with some uniquely American advertising showmanship.
The legend 0f Virginia Dare becoming a deer seems to have been first told in the late 19th Century. The earliest versions of the story, such as the one recorded in an 1880 travel article in the New York Times leave out the grapes and even the Indians entirely. In these versions, Virginia Dare in deer form has a remarkably long lifespan, and is eventually brought down by a silver bullet shot form a Virginia hunter's rifle.
But these first versions of the story are already drawing from an established literary tradition. The White deer is a common motif in English literary legends and is often used as a symbol of Christian virtue. A similar story of a young girl transformed into a white deer can be found in Yorkshire, where it formed the basis for Wordsworth's poem The White Deer of Rylstone.
The most famous version of the Virginia Dare story is certainly aware of this tradition. This is the version of the story whose summary you've just read, and which comes from Sallie Southall Cotten's 1901 book-length poem The White Doe, or the Fate of Virginia Dare.
Sallie Southall Cotten was a remarkable woman, a strong promoter of women's rights and a leader in the women's club movement of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. An organizer of the North Carolina exhibition at the 1893 Chicago World's Fair, it was she who commissioned the beautifully carved Virginia Dare desk that illustrates scenes from the legend and is now on display at the Lost Colony Museum in Roanoke Festival Park.
Ms. Cotten was also an early advocate of North Carolina's wine industry, and the addition of the scuppernong grapes colored by Virginia Dare's blood seems to be her unique contribution to the legend. This addition to the legend may also have something to do with the fact that copies of The White Doe were given away as promotions by Garrett & Company, manufacturers of Virginia Dare wines.
Garret's line of scuppernong wines were among the most popular blends of wine in America in the early part of the 20th Century. Before prohibition, North Carolina was one of the leading states in wine manufacture in the country, an industry that is now only slowly creeping back to being an important one in the state. Distributing Cotten's book was only part of an innovative and aggressive marketing campaign by Garret & Co. Virginia Dare wines were the first wines advertised on radio, with the once-famous tag line "Say it again — Virgina Dare."
Virginia Dare wines were also the first American made wines commercially available at the end of prohibition, but the company never regained its former glory. However, bottles of Virginia Dare wine from the late 1940s are a much sought-after item by collectors, due to unverified rumors that the model posing for the portrait of Virginia Dare on the label was a young Marilyn Monroe.
The literary value of Cotten's poem is not of itself remarkable, but it does hold up well when considered against other book-length poetical advertisements of cheap wine.
Perhaps because her fate is known only to the imagination, Virginia Dare herself is something of a cultural signifier. For most of the early years of the republic, the story of the Lost Colony was overshadowed by stories of Plymouth Plantation, but the story of a white child growing up in primordial splendor among friendly Indians seemed to suit the Romantic sensibility of the later 19th century. So the icon of the blonde-haired Virginia Dare and her tragically beautiful death was born.
Lately, Virginia Dare has been taken up again as a symbol, this time unfortunately by an appallingly racist anti-immigration group, on whom the irony of using the first immigrant child to be born on American soil as a symbol of a closed-border policy seems to be lost.
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The legend 0f Virginia Dare becoming a deer seems to have been first told in the late 19th Century. The earliest versions of the story, such as the one recorded in an 1880 travel article in the New York Times leave out the grapes and even the Indians entirely. In these versions, Virginia Dare in deer form has a remarkably long lifespan, and is eventually brought down by a silver bullet shot form a Virginia hunter's rifle.
But these first versions of the story are already drawing from an established literary tradition. The White deer is a common motif in English literary legends and is often used as a symbol of Christian virtue. A similar story of a young girl transformed into a white deer can be found in Yorkshire, where it formed the basis for Wordsworth's poem The White Deer of Rylstone.
The most famous version of the Virginia Dare story is certainly aware of this tradition. This is the version of the story whose summary you've just read, and which comes from Sallie Southall Cotten's 1901 book-length poem The White Doe, or the Fate of Virginia Dare.
Sallie Southall Cotten was a remarkable woman, a strong promoter of women's rights and a leader in the women's club movement of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. An organizer of the North Carolina exhibition at the 1893 Chicago World's Fair, it was she who commissioned the beautifully carved Virginia Dare desk that illustrates scenes from the legend and is now on display at the Lost Colony Museum in Roanoke Festival Park.
Ms. Cotten was also an early advocate of North Carolina's wine industry, and the addition of the scuppernong grapes colored by Virginia Dare's blood seems to be her unique contribution to the legend. This addition to the legend may also have something to do with the fact that copies of The White Doe were given away as promotions by Garrett & Company, manufacturers of Virginia Dare wines.
Garret's line of scuppernong wines were among the most popular blends of wine in America in the early part of the 20th Century. Before prohibition, North Carolina was one of the leading states in wine manufacture in the country, an industry that is now only slowly creeping back to being an important one in the state. Distributing Cotten's book was only part of an innovative and aggressive marketing campaign by Garret & Co. Virginia Dare wines were the first wines advertised on radio, with the once-famous tag line "Say it again — Virgina Dare."
Virginia Dare wines were also the first American made wines commercially available at the end of prohibition, but the company never regained its former glory. However, bottles of Virginia Dare wine from the late 1940s are a much sought-after item by collectors, due to unverified rumors that the model posing for the portrait of Virginia Dare on the label was a young Marilyn Monroe.
The literary value of Cotten's poem is not of itself remarkable, but it does hold up well when considered against other book-length poetical advertisements of cheap wine.
Perhaps because her fate is known only to the imagination, Virginia Dare herself is something of a cultural signifier. For most of the early years of the republic, the story of the Lost Colony was overshadowed by stories of Plymouth Plantation, but the story of a white child growing up in primordial splendor among friendly Indians seemed to suit the Romantic sensibility of the later 19th century. So the icon of the blonde-haired Virginia Dare and her tragically beautiful death was born.
Lately, Virginia Dare has been taken up again as a symbol, this time unfortunately by an appallingly racist anti-immigration group, on whom the irony of using the first immigrant child to be born on American soil as a symbol of a closed-border policy seems to be lost.
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The Maco Light
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Date: June 23, 2014 03:19PM
The Maco Light
http://www.northcarolinaghosts.com/coast/maco-light.php
For over a century, mysterious lights were seen bobbing up and down along the railroad tracks near Maco Station, a few miles west of Wilmington. When anyone approached the lights, they would disappear. The lights were observed many times over many years, and even photographed on occasion. It's even said that President Grover Cleveland saw the lights while on whistle stop tour in 1889. The source of these lights has never been determined, but according to legend the light is the ghost of a railroad worker who died on the tracks one night in 1867.
On that tragic night in 1867, a train was rolling along the tracks and the signalman, Joe Baldwin, was sleeping in the caboose. Joe's slumber was broken by a violent jerk. A veteran railroad worker, Joe Baldwin recognized the motion and immediately knew that the caboose had become detached from the rest of the train.
Joe Baldwin's heart started racing. He knew that his one car was now stuck on the tracks, and that the main part of the train was rapidly moving away from him and he had no way of contacting it. Joe also knew that his wasn't the only train scheduled for those tracks that night. A passenger train was due along soon, and if the oncoming train struck the stalled caboose there would be a horrible accident.
Joe Baldwin had a choice to make. He knew that he had to signal the oncoming train to stop. He knew that the only way to do this and be sure the engineer in the approaching train would see the signal was to stand on the platform at the back of the caboose.
Joe Baldwin also knew that it takes a long time to stop a speeding train. Even if the engineer saw the light and stopped, there might be time to slow down enough to prevent a complete disaster, but the chances were good that the caboose was still about to be hit. And Joe Baldwin that if that happened, he didn't stand much of a chance of walking away from that crash.
Baldwin made the heroic choice. Grabbing his lantern, Joe Baldwin stood on the back of the caboose as the sound of an oncoming passenger train rumbled closer. Joe frantically waved his warning light, trying desperately to catch the attention f the engineer.
Joe's plan worked. The engineer of the oncoming train saw the light and pulled hard on his brakes. But the momentum of the tons of speeding steel kept the train moving, and the locomotive slammed into Joe's caboose. Joe's signals had worked. His bravery had prevented a more serious collision. But brave Joe Baldwin was decapitated in the crash.
Joe's head was thrown by the force of the accident into the murky swamps that surrounded the tracks. It was never found. His headless body was buried with hero's honors a week later.
Ever since that night, lights have been seen moving up and down the track around Maco. Sometimes it's only one light, sometimes it's two. People says that it's the ghost of Joe Baldwin, still searching for his missing head.
A Note About the Story
The Maco light was seen for over 100 years, but has not been seen since 1977. This was the year that the railroad tracks at Maco station were pulled up. Maco stands on top of a geological fault line. Some have speculated that the source of the lights was static electricity produced by the pressures of this fault building up along the tracks.
http://www.northcarolinaghosts.com/coast/maco-light.php
For over a century, mysterious lights were seen bobbing up and down along the railroad tracks near Maco Station, a few miles west of Wilmington. When anyone approached the lights, they would disappear. The lights were observed many times over many years, and even photographed on occasion. It's even said that President Grover Cleveland saw the lights while on whistle stop tour in 1889. The source of these lights has never been determined, but according to legend the light is the ghost of a railroad worker who died on the tracks one night in 1867.
On that tragic night in 1867, a train was rolling along the tracks and the signalman, Joe Baldwin, was sleeping in the caboose. Joe's slumber was broken by a violent jerk. A veteran railroad worker, Joe Baldwin recognized the motion and immediately knew that the caboose had become detached from the rest of the train.
Joe Baldwin's heart started racing. He knew that his one car was now stuck on the tracks, and that the main part of the train was rapidly moving away from him and he had no way of contacting it. Joe also knew that his wasn't the only train scheduled for those tracks that night. A passenger train was due along soon, and if the oncoming train struck the stalled caboose there would be a horrible accident.
Joe Baldwin had a choice to make. He knew that he had to signal the oncoming train to stop. He knew that the only way to do this and be sure the engineer in the approaching train would see the signal was to stand on the platform at the back of the caboose.
Joe Baldwin also knew that it takes a long time to stop a speeding train. Even if the engineer saw the light and stopped, there might be time to slow down enough to prevent a complete disaster, but the chances were good that the caboose was still about to be hit. And Joe Baldwin that if that happened, he didn't stand much of a chance of walking away from that crash.
Baldwin made the heroic choice. Grabbing his lantern, Joe Baldwin stood on the back of the caboose as the sound of an oncoming passenger train rumbled closer. Joe frantically waved his warning light, trying desperately to catch the attention f the engineer.
Joe's plan worked. The engineer of the oncoming train saw the light and pulled hard on his brakes. But the momentum of the tons of speeding steel kept the train moving, and the locomotive slammed into Joe's caboose. Joe's signals had worked. His bravery had prevented a more serious collision. But brave Joe Baldwin was decapitated in the crash.
Joe's head was thrown by the force of the accident into the murky swamps that surrounded the tracks. It was never found. His headless body was buried with hero's honors a week later.
Ever since that night, lights have been seen moving up and down the track around Maco. Sometimes it's only one light, sometimes it's two. People says that it's the ghost of Joe Baldwin, still searching for his missing head.
A Note About the Story
The Maco light was seen for over 100 years, but has not been seen since 1977. This was the year that the railroad tracks at Maco station were pulled up. Maco stands on top of a geological fault line. Some have speculated that the source of the lights was static electricity produced by the pressures of this fault building up along the tracks.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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Date: June 24, 2014 07:32AM
Okay,this is my grandparents story. When I was a little boy, I use to be fascinated with family stories of my grandparents haunted dream house. My Grandparents bought an old house in a Hispanic community in a small town located southeast of Houston. It was a house that anyone would dream of having and my grandparents adored the home and the neighborhood that it sat on, but there was something very unreal about the two. It was haunted!
According to the stories, the house was haunted by a faceless woman in white. She had a long white dress and a veil covering her ghostly face. She was usually the prankster of the house, such as turning light switches off and on, throwing rocks at the neighborhood children, and lifting up blankets during the night when my grandparents were sleeping.
She was also known to sit in the kitchen tearing up paper during the late hours of the night and setting fires outside by a tree where she normally appears.
She wasn't the only one that was doing all the hauntings. At night she was accompanied by a man in a black suit wearing a top hat. He was always seen at night standing by the mail box with flaring red glowing eyes.
My mother use to see him in the middle of the night standing outside by the road staring into the house.
One night, my grandfather confronted the lady ghost and decided to follow her into the night as she was walking out the back door to the tree that she vanishes into. As he got to the tree, he had the shivers and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
One day my grandparents couldn't take it anymore and decided to move out for good.
To this day, the lady in white is seen walking the neighborhood supposedly looking for someone who can guide her into the other side, weeping.
As for the man in black, he is usually seen at night by the mail box looking into the house that is now owned by another couple.
According to neighbors, they see his shadow roaming the neighborhood and the woman ringing doorbells in the middle of the night and then vanishes
The neighbors across the street from the house took a photo of the man in black but mysteriously, you can only see from the neck down like the head just erased from the photo
According to the stories, the house was haunted by a faceless woman in white. She had a long white dress and a veil covering her ghostly face. She was usually the prankster of the house, such as turning light switches off and on, throwing rocks at the neighborhood children, and lifting up blankets during the night when my grandparents were sleeping.
She was also known to sit in the kitchen tearing up paper during the late hours of the night and setting fires outside by a tree where she normally appears.
She wasn't the only one that was doing all the hauntings. At night she was accompanied by a man in a black suit wearing a top hat. He was always seen at night standing by the mail box with flaring red glowing eyes.
My mother use to see him in the middle of the night standing outside by the road staring into the house.
One night, my grandfather confronted the lady ghost and decided to follow her into the night as she was walking out the back door to the tree that she vanishes into. As he got to the tree, he had the shivers and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
One day my grandparents couldn't take it anymore and decided to move out for good.
To this day, the lady in white is seen walking the neighborhood supposedly looking for someone who can guide her into the other side, weeping.
As for the man in black, he is usually seen at night by the mail box looking into the house that is now owned by another couple.
According to neighbors, they see his shadow roaming the neighborhood and the woman ringing doorbells in the middle of the night and then vanishes
The neighbors across the street from the house took a photo of the man in black but mysteriously, you can only see from the neck down like the head just erased from the photo
Witch's Grave at Highland Cemetery
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Date: June 24, 2014 12:47PM
Located in Marion County, the small community of Mannington hosts one of WV's most popular urban legends: The Witch's Grave at Highland Cemetery.
Highland Cemetery and its chapel sit off a rural road deep in Marion County. Abandoned for years, the chapel itself has its own legends. Locals tell of a Satanic cult that used the chapel for worship. Visitors and thrill seekers to the chapel noted a stark absence of crosses and Christian iconography throughout the chapel, in addition to a sense of creepiness and unease. An attendance bulletin board is rumored to read the same number as the number of people in the visiting party, changed with each new group by unseen, and possibly, unhuman hands.
Perhaps the abandoned chapel became a hub of alleged Satanic activity due to a much older urban legend surrounding one of the interred citizens of the cemetery. Highland Cemetery is reported to be the final resting spot of Fairmont's most famous witch.
The lady in question goes by many variations of name. Zelda, Sarah Jane, Serlinda Jane, and simply, the Witch of Highland, are among the many variations. Her tombstone, however, reads something to the affect of Serilda Jane Whetzel, date of death: May 29th, 1909.
Legend states that Ms. Whetzel's tombstone is upside down, and contains the imagery of a staircase descending down into the fiery mouth of a demon. Although buried in what was a Christian burial ground, Ms. Whetzel had her tombstone faced away from the rest of the flock in obvious defiance. The witch herself, along with a gentleman, often referred to as a warlock, have been seen in the vicinty of the grave, and quickly disappear when approached.
Although seemingly unbelievable, there is a grain of truth in these stories. The tombstone itself IS quite strange. Firstly, it DOES face away from the rest of the stones in the cemetery. However, it is obvious that the tombstone has been knocked down, and replaced in a new position. According to locals, any attempt to restore the stone to its original position is met with opposition from local vandals, quick to undo the work.
Secondly, there is a staircase motif carved on Ms. Whetzel's tomb. Generally, staircases in tombstone symbolism represent the passage into Heaven. These are often accompanied by weeping willow trees in the background, symbolizing mourning. Due to stone weathering and a slightly off-kilter perspective, it DOES give the illusion that the staircase is not ascending into Heaven, but DESCENDING into something not as pleasant! Today, services are once again being held in the small chapel, so please be respectful and obey all laws if visiting the cemetery.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=jY7e6f9THvo
The video above comes from YouTube user cemeterytan and shows an excellent collection of images from the cemetery and chapel, including close-ups of the "Witch's Grave".
Highland Cemetery and its chapel sit off a rural road deep in Marion County. Abandoned for years, the chapel itself has its own legends. Locals tell of a Satanic cult that used the chapel for worship. Visitors and thrill seekers to the chapel noted a stark absence of crosses and Christian iconography throughout the chapel, in addition to a sense of creepiness and unease. An attendance bulletin board is rumored to read the same number as the number of people in the visiting party, changed with each new group by unseen, and possibly, unhuman hands.
Perhaps the abandoned chapel became a hub of alleged Satanic activity due to a much older urban legend surrounding one of the interred citizens of the cemetery. Highland Cemetery is reported to be the final resting spot of Fairmont's most famous witch.
The lady in question goes by many variations of name. Zelda, Sarah Jane, Serlinda Jane, and simply, the Witch of Highland, are among the many variations. Her tombstone, however, reads something to the affect of Serilda Jane Whetzel, date of death: May 29th, 1909.
Legend states that Ms. Whetzel's tombstone is upside down, and contains the imagery of a staircase descending down into the fiery mouth of a demon. Although buried in what was a Christian burial ground, Ms. Whetzel had her tombstone faced away from the rest of the flock in obvious defiance. The witch herself, along with a gentleman, often referred to as a warlock, have been seen in the vicinty of the grave, and quickly disappear when approached.
Although seemingly unbelievable, there is a grain of truth in these stories. The tombstone itself IS quite strange. Firstly, it DOES face away from the rest of the stones in the cemetery. However, it is obvious that the tombstone has been knocked down, and replaced in a new position. According to locals, any attempt to restore the stone to its original position is met with opposition from local vandals, quick to undo the work.
Secondly, there is a staircase motif carved on Ms. Whetzel's tomb. Generally, staircases in tombstone symbolism represent the passage into Heaven. These are often accompanied by weeping willow trees in the background, symbolizing mourning. Due to stone weathering and a slightly off-kilter perspective, it DOES give the illusion that the staircase is not ascending into Heaven, but DESCENDING into something not as pleasant! Today, services are once again being held in the small chapel, so please be respectful and obey all laws if visiting the cemetery.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=jY7e6f9THvo
The video above comes from YouTube user cemeterytan and shows an excellent collection of images from the cemetery and chapel, including close-ups of the "Witch's Grave".
200 Year old Ghost story of George Washington
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Date: June 26, 2014 09:07AM
Great George's Ghost
Josiah Quincy III and His Fright Night at Mount Vernon
http://www.mountvernon.org/manmyth/great-georges-ghost
Given his oft-mythologized life, it is perhaps not surprising that George Washington has been the subject of numerous ghost stories. And given its history as a cultural and historical landmark, it is little surprise that many of these stories occurred at Mount Vernon.
Ghost tales and haunting stories have popped up throughout the site’s history, even to the present day. In the late nineteenth century--an age where spiritualism gained favor and notoriety--ghost stories involving Washington cropped up repeatedly in the popular press and lore. One such story was written by prominent Boston politician, Josiah Quincy, Jr., reminiscing about his father’s visit to Mount Vernon.
The son and grandson of two former Boston mayors, prominent abolitionist Josiah Quincy, Jr., also served as the city’s mayor from 1845 through 1849. In 1883, a book based on Quincy’s collection of journals, diaries, letters and remembrances, entitled Figures of the Past from the Leaves of Old Journals, was published posthumously. Included within the work were Quincy’s remembrances of his father.
Quincy’s father, Josiah Quincy III, was a prominent Massachusetts politician in his own right, even more renowned than his son, serving in the U.S. House of Representative (1805-1813), as Mayor of Boston (1823-1828), and President of Harvard (1829-1845). While serving in Congress, Quincy visited Mount Vernon to meet with Bushrod Washington, George Washington’s nephew, the inheritor of Mount Vernon, and a Supreme Court Justice. The story, however, as relayed by Quincy, Jr., contained a distinctly spooky element.
In the spring of 1806, the story recounts, Quincy arrived at Mount Vernon to speak with Bushrod Washington, intent on staying the night as a guest. In Figures of the Past’s narrative, Quincy, Jr., explained that while he was in Washington, D.C. at the time, he was too young to remember the actual event. While the accuracy of much of Quincy, Jr.’s book should be doubted, this particular story was one that he claimed was ingrained within his memory because it was “constantly referred to in the family circle.” What was this story that was important enough to have been such a frequent topic of family conversation? The tale was “my father’s only ghost story.”
Upon Quincy III’s arrival at Mount Vernon, Bushrod Washington assigned his guest to the Washington’s bedchamber, “the chamber in which his uncle had died.” For dramatic effect, Quincy, Jr. explained that “Judge Washington. . .as he withdrew,” mentioned “the rumor that an interview with Washington had been granted to some of its [the Washington bedchamber] former occupants.” Upon hearing the news from Bushrod, Quincy’s father “pondered upon the possibility that he might be found worthy to behold the glorified spirit of him who was so revered by his countrymen.” It seems that even George Washington’s ghost was revered by Americans.
The warning proved to be prophetic, according to Quincy, Jr., explaining that “during the night” his father “did see Washington.” However, Quincy, Jr., qualifies that “this is all I have to say about it” because if he gave more details, he would have to consult an “expert in cerebral illusions.” Despite the younger Quincy’s hesitation to give more details, he assured readers that his father’s “assurance in this matter was perfect,” and that his father “believed that brain action. . .was at times set up in us by friends no longer in the flesh, and that his own life had been guided by these mysterious influences.”
Even though Quincy, Jr. claimed to not want to relay more of this incident, his writing seems to indicate otherwise. With little transition the narrative continued by telling of Bushrod Washington allowing Josiah Quincy III to enter Washington’s tomb, “a custom connected with the hospitalities of Mt. Vernon in Judge Washington’s time,” and an act that “would be scarcely possible among persons of refinement at the present day.” Quincy hints at a possible cause for George Washington’s ghost to be lingering at Mount Vernon, explaining that the “velvet cover of the coffin was hanging in tatters, it having been brought to this condition by the assaults of relic-hunters.” Quincy concluded by quoting Ralph Waldo Emerson’s aphorism, “‘Care not to strip the dead of his sad ornament,’” because “of all fetiches [sic], with which the imagination contrives to associate the august spirits of the great,” Quincy claimed, “such miserable shreds and patches are the most vulgar.”
Wise advice. So next time anyone feels compelled to touch objects in the Mount Vernon mansion or museum, perhaps think to Josiah Quincy III and the awful fright he had at Mount Vernon, caused by the callousness of those touching Washington’s belongings. Because you, too, can be haunted by the spirit of Washington. And while his living being may have been “first in peace,” who knows just what George Washington’s ghost has in mind for those bold enough to disturb his belongings.
"Josiah Quincy," oil on canvas, by the American Gilbert Stuart (Museum of Fine Arts, Boston)
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Josiah Quincy III and His Fright Night at Mount Vernon
http://www.mountvernon.org/manmyth/great-georges-ghost
Given his oft-mythologized life, it is perhaps not surprising that George Washington has been the subject of numerous ghost stories. And given its history as a cultural and historical landmark, it is little surprise that many of these stories occurred at Mount Vernon.
Ghost tales and haunting stories have popped up throughout the site’s history, even to the present day. In the late nineteenth century--an age where spiritualism gained favor and notoriety--ghost stories involving Washington cropped up repeatedly in the popular press and lore. One such story was written by prominent Boston politician, Josiah Quincy, Jr., reminiscing about his father’s visit to Mount Vernon.
The son and grandson of two former Boston mayors, prominent abolitionist Josiah Quincy, Jr., also served as the city’s mayor from 1845 through 1849. In 1883, a book based on Quincy’s collection of journals, diaries, letters and remembrances, entitled Figures of the Past from the Leaves of Old Journals, was published posthumously. Included within the work were Quincy’s remembrances of his father.
Quincy’s father, Josiah Quincy III, was a prominent Massachusetts politician in his own right, even more renowned than his son, serving in the U.S. House of Representative (1805-1813), as Mayor of Boston (1823-1828), and President of Harvard (1829-1845). While serving in Congress, Quincy visited Mount Vernon to meet with Bushrod Washington, George Washington’s nephew, the inheritor of Mount Vernon, and a Supreme Court Justice. The story, however, as relayed by Quincy, Jr., contained a distinctly spooky element.
In the spring of 1806, the story recounts, Quincy arrived at Mount Vernon to speak with Bushrod Washington, intent on staying the night as a guest. In Figures of the Past’s narrative, Quincy, Jr., explained that while he was in Washington, D.C. at the time, he was too young to remember the actual event. While the accuracy of much of Quincy, Jr.’s book should be doubted, this particular story was one that he claimed was ingrained within his memory because it was “constantly referred to in the family circle.” What was this story that was important enough to have been such a frequent topic of family conversation? The tale was “my father’s only ghost story.”
Upon Quincy III’s arrival at Mount Vernon, Bushrod Washington assigned his guest to the Washington’s bedchamber, “the chamber in which his uncle had died.” For dramatic effect, Quincy, Jr. explained that “Judge Washington. . .as he withdrew,” mentioned “the rumor that an interview with Washington had been granted to some of its [the Washington bedchamber] former occupants.” Upon hearing the news from Bushrod, Quincy’s father “pondered upon the possibility that he might be found worthy to behold the glorified spirit of him who was so revered by his countrymen.” It seems that even George Washington’s ghost was revered by Americans.
The warning proved to be prophetic, according to Quincy, Jr., explaining that “during the night” his father “did see Washington.” However, Quincy, Jr., qualifies that “this is all I have to say about it” because if he gave more details, he would have to consult an “expert in cerebral illusions.” Despite the younger Quincy’s hesitation to give more details, he assured readers that his father’s “assurance in this matter was perfect,” and that his father “believed that brain action. . .was at times set up in us by friends no longer in the flesh, and that his own life had been guided by these mysterious influences.”
Even though Quincy, Jr. claimed to not want to relay more of this incident, his writing seems to indicate otherwise. With little transition the narrative continued by telling of Bushrod Washington allowing Josiah Quincy III to enter Washington’s tomb, “a custom connected with the hospitalities of Mt. Vernon in Judge Washington’s time,” and an act that “would be scarcely possible among persons of refinement at the present day.” Quincy hints at a possible cause for George Washington’s ghost to be lingering at Mount Vernon, explaining that the “velvet cover of the coffin was hanging in tatters, it having been brought to this condition by the assaults of relic-hunters.” Quincy concluded by quoting Ralph Waldo Emerson’s aphorism, “‘Care not to strip the dead of his sad ornament,’” because “of all fetiches [sic], with which the imagination contrives to associate the august spirits of the great,” Quincy claimed, “such miserable shreds and patches are the most vulgar.”
Wise advice. So next time anyone feels compelled to touch objects in the Mount Vernon mansion or museum, perhaps think to Josiah Quincy III and the awful fright he had at Mount Vernon, caused by the callousness of those touching Washington’s belongings. Because you, too, can be haunted by the spirit of Washington. And while his living being may have been “first in peace,” who knows just what George Washington’s ghost has in mind for those bold enough to disturb his belongings.
"Josiah Quincy," oil on canvas, by the American Gilbert Stuart (Museum of Fine Arts, Boston)
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Re: 200 Year old Ghost story of George Washington
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Date: June 26, 2014 09:10AM
Ghost Of George Washington
http://terrifyingtales.blogspot.com/2007/02/ghost-of-george-washington.html
On a number of occasions, the ghost of George Washington is seen galloping across the battlefields of Gettysburg. Residents in the area say that his ghostly figure often appears on hot summer nights riding a beautiful white horse.
Perhaps the most well known sighting of the former first President was during the Civil War. A large number of Union soldiers were attempting to hold back the Confederates from taking over a strategic area when Washington materialized before them on a white horse. Dressed in uniform from the period of the American Revolution, Washington shouted "Fix bayonets! Charge!" The Union soldiers did just that and were able to achieve a full retreat from the Confederates.
Source: The Travel Channel
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http://terrifyingtales.blogspot.com/2007/02/ghost-of-george-washington.html
On a number of occasions, the ghost of George Washington is seen galloping across the battlefields of Gettysburg. Residents in the area say that his ghostly figure often appears on hot summer nights riding a beautiful white horse.
Perhaps the most well known sighting of the former first President was during the Civil War. A large number of Union soldiers were attempting to hold back the Confederates from taking over a strategic area when Washington materialized before them on a white horse. Dressed in uniform from the period of the American Revolution, Washington shouted "Fix bayonets! Charge!" The Union soldiers did just that and were able to achieve a full retreat from the Confederates.
Source: The Travel Channel
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Re: 200 Year old Ghost story of George Washington
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Date: June 26, 2014 09:10AM
George Washington's Ghost Wrote:
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> Ghost Of George Washington
> http://terrifyingtales.blogspot.com/2007/02/ghost-
> of-george-washington.html
>
> On a number of occasions, the ghost of George
> Washington is seen galloping across the
> battlefields of Gettysburg. Residents in the area
> say that his ghostly figure often appears on hot
> summer nights riding a beautiful white horse.
>
> Perhaps the most well known sighting of the former
> first President was during the Civil War. A large
> number of Union soldiers were attempting to hold
> back the Confederates from taking over a strategic
> area when Washington materialized before them on a
> white horse. Dressed in uniform from the period of
> the American Revolution, Washington shouted "Fix
> bayonets! Charge!" The Union soldiers did just
> that and were able to achieve a full retreat from
> the Confederates.
>
> Source: The Travel Channel
Colonel Chamberlain, hero of Gettysburg (successfully defended the Little Round Top from the Confederate offensive, thereby saving the Union left from being turned), was a man of sober character before, during, and following the Civil War, and confirmed this version of the sighting:
As Chamberlain and his regiment groped through the unfamiliar territory, struggling to find their ordered position, a figure on a white horse, and wearing a tricorn hat appeared; and guided the regiment to their critical position on Little Round Top. It was only after the battle the men who had seen the mysterious guide, decided that the figure bore an uncanny resemblance to the first President.
On a related side note; Washington's relative by marriage, the renowned General Robert E. Lee, commanding the Confederate forces, lost this crucial battle.
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> Ghost Of George Washington
> http://terrifyingtales.blogspot.com/2007/02/ghost-
> of-george-washington.html
>
> On a number of occasions, the ghost of George
> Washington is seen galloping across the
> battlefields of Gettysburg. Residents in the area
> say that his ghostly figure often appears on hot
> summer nights riding a beautiful white horse.
>
> Perhaps the most well known sighting of the former
> first President was during the Civil War. A large
> number of Union soldiers were attempting to hold
> back the Confederates from taking over a strategic
> area when Washington materialized before them on a
> white horse. Dressed in uniform from the period of
> the American Revolution, Washington shouted "Fix
> bayonets! Charge!" The Union soldiers did just
> that and were able to achieve a full retreat from
> the Confederates.
>
> Source: The Travel Channel
Colonel Chamberlain, hero of Gettysburg (successfully defended the Little Round Top from the Confederate offensive, thereby saving the Union left from being turned), was a man of sober character before, during, and following the Civil War, and confirmed this version of the sighting:
As Chamberlain and his regiment groped through the unfamiliar territory, struggling to find their ordered position, a figure on a white horse, and wearing a tricorn hat appeared; and guided the regiment to their critical position on Little Round Top. It was only after the battle the men who had seen the mysterious guide, decided that the figure bore an uncanny resemblance to the first President.
On a related side note; Washington's relative by marriage, the renowned General Robert E. Lee, commanding the Confederate forces, lost this crucial battle.
Historic US Ghosts: Hauntings by American Historical Figures
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Date: June 26, 2014 10:21AM
Historic US Ghosts: Hauntings by American Historical Figures
http://www.travelchannel.com/interests/haunted/articles/historic-us-ghosts
Unidentified sounds disturb the silence of night. The curtains begin to sway as a cold draft breezes across the room. Could it be the work of a spirit from another world? George Washington, Benjamin Franklin, Abraham Lincoln and some of the most recognizable figures of American history may have returned to some of their former haunts. Find out where to encounter the presence of a character from America's past ... and we're not talking history books here.
Benjamin Franklin
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Benjamin Franklin was instrumental in laying the foundation of government for the fledgling United States. He also has a long list of contributions from his work as a writer, scientist, inventor, printer, philosopher, statesman and economist. Although he was born in Boston, much of his legacy is rooted in Philadelphia, where Franklin is buried alongside his wife, Deborah. It is in Philadelphia that his spirit has been known to put in an appearance from time to time. In 1884 a cleaning woman was knocked over by a ghostly figure rushing towards a bookshelf in the Philosophical Society's library. Her description matched that of Franklin. There are also reports of people who spied the philosophical Society's statue of Franklin dancing along city streets.
Famous American Act: United States Founding Father
Haunting Method: Statue in front of the American Philosophical Society comes to life and dances in the street.
Robert E. Lee
Alexandria, Virginia
Robert E. Lee, the son of a Revolutionary War hero, attended the United States Military Academy where he graduated second in his class. He was offered the command of the Union Army but declined in order to align himself with the Confederacy. He led a number of successful battles in the Civil War before his surrender at the Appomattox Court House in April of 1865. Perhaps due to the bloodshed he witnessed in America's divisive war, Lee's ghost has regressed back to his less complicated childhood years. A 4-year-old Lee has been seen playing in the yard of his childhood home in Alexandria, VA. The ghost is also the suspected culprit in several pranks, like a ringing doorbell and the rearranging of household objects while giggles echo through the hall. The boy is sometimes accompanied by a phantom black dog and two ghostly girls who may be his sisters. Her description matched that of Franklin. There are also reports of people who spied the Philosophical Society's statue of Franklin dancing along city streets.
Famous American Act: Confederate commander in Civil War
Haunting Method: Young 4-year-old Lee plays pranks at his boyhood home.
General P.G.T. Beauregard
New Orleans, Louisiana
An officer who served with distinction in the Confederate army, General Pierre Gustave Toutant Beauregard ordered the first shots at Fort Sumter and led his troops into the bloody battle of Shiloh where 23,000 men from both sides were killed. Some believe that the General and some of the fallen troops of Shiloh still roam the halls of his home, Beauregard House, in the French Quarter of New Orleans. Visitors have reported seeing unearthly soldiers in battle stabbing each other with bayonets amidst the wounded with the sounds of cannon and rifle fire in the background. Beauregard seems doomed to constantly relive the horrible battle, as his ghost is said to appear from time to time in uniform, sadly whispering "Shiloh & Shiloh."
Famous American Act: Led Confederate troops into battle of Shiloh
Haunting Method: General roams ethereal battlefield, whispering, "Shiloh, Shiloh."
Aaron Burr
New York, New York
With romantic lighting and soft piano music as a backdrop, One If By Land, Two If By Sea restaurant is the setting for almost daily marriage proposals. But diners in the mood for love sometimes have to contend with the angry spirit of Aaron Burr, who is said to send dishes crashing and chairs moving from under dining patrons. The famous politician served as vice president of the United States from 1801 to 1805 after losing his bid for the presidency when Alexander Hamilton threw his support to Thomas Jefferson. In 1804 Burr mortally wounded enemy Hamilton in a duel fought in New Jersey. Burr is not the only unhappy soul from that conflict; the spirit of Hamilton has been seen haunting the area surrounding his tomb at Trinity Church in New York.
Famous American Act: Vice president of the US, but primarily known for killing Alexander Hamilton in duel.
Haunting Method: Burr smashes dishes and moves chairs at his carriage house, which is now a restaurant.
George Washington
Gettysburg, Pennsylvania
The ghost of American president and Founding Father George Washington came to the rescue of a group of Union soldiers waging a battle against Confederate troops outside Gettysburg, PA, during the Civil War. The men were fighting to hold southern troops back from a strategic hill, Little Round Top, when a figure materialized before them, an officer on a shining white stallion with his upraised sword aflame. Dressed in the uniform of the American Revolution, the man was Washington, who then issued the command, "Fix bayonets! Charge!" The Union soldiers charged down the hill, forced the the Confederates into a full retreat and the Northern states were never invaded again. Current Gettysburg residents say that sometimes on hot summer nights they still see a ghostly rider on a splendid white steed galloping across the battlefield.
Famous American Act: First president of the United States
Haunting Method: Washington gallops across Gettysburg Battlefield every summer.
Betsy Ross
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Former mistress Betsy Ross is said to haunt her house where she sewed the first American flag. Ross, who is buried on the premises, has been seen weeping while sitting on her bed. In addition to the ghostly Mrs. Ross, the basement is often disturbed by mysterious whisperings that may belong to the displaced spirit of Charles H. Weisberger, the founder of the Ross Memorial. Others attribute the secondary haunting to the tortured soul of a gift shop employee who was murdered during a robbery years ago.
Famous American Act: Credited with sewing the first American flag
Haunting Method: Ross cries at the foot of her bed in her former house.
Abraham Lincoln
Washington, DC
Abraham Lincoln's life may have ended prematurely when he was shot by John Wilkes Booth in 1865, but his presence lives on at the White House. Famous later occupants, including President Theodore Roosevelt and First Lady Grace Coolidge, reported seeing a tall, gaunt figure in several rooms of the residence. From time to time, people walking by on the street have reported seeing a shadow of Lincoln's dimensions in the window of the Oval Office where the president often stood gazing at the Potomac River during the days of the Civil War. And Lincoln is not the only presidential haunting in the White House. Mary Todd Lincoln said she heard a man with the unmistakable voice of Andrew Jackson stomping and swearing in the Rose Room.
Famous American Act: President of United States
Haunting Method: Lincoln's tall figure has been seen roaming the halls of the White House.
http://www.travelchannel.com/interests/haunted/articles/historic-us-ghosts
Unidentified sounds disturb the silence of night. The curtains begin to sway as a cold draft breezes across the room. Could it be the work of a spirit from another world? George Washington, Benjamin Franklin, Abraham Lincoln and some of the most recognizable figures of American history may have returned to some of their former haunts. Find out where to encounter the presence of a character from America's past ... and we're not talking history books here.
Benjamin Franklin
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Benjamin Franklin was instrumental in laying the foundation of government for the fledgling United States. He also has a long list of contributions from his work as a writer, scientist, inventor, printer, philosopher, statesman and economist. Although he was born in Boston, much of his legacy is rooted in Philadelphia, where Franklin is buried alongside his wife, Deborah. It is in Philadelphia that his spirit has been known to put in an appearance from time to time. In 1884 a cleaning woman was knocked over by a ghostly figure rushing towards a bookshelf in the Philosophical Society's library. Her description matched that of Franklin. There are also reports of people who spied the philosophical Society's statue of Franklin dancing along city streets.
Famous American Act: United States Founding Father
Haunting Method: Statue in front of the American Philosophical Society comes to life and dances in the street.
Robert E. Lee
Alexandria, Virginia
Robert E. Lee, the son of a Revolutionary War hero, attended the United States Military Academy where he graduated second in his class. He was offered the command of the Union Army but declined in order to align himself with the Confederacy. He led a number of successful battles in the Civil War before his surrender at the Appomattox Court House in April of 1865. Perhaps due to the bloodshed he witnessed in America's divisive war, Lee's ghost has regressed back to his less complicated childhood years. A 4-year-old Lee has been seen playing in the yard of his childhood home in Alexandria, VA. The ghost is also the suspected culprit in several pranks, like a ringing doorbell and the rearranging of household objects while giggles echo through the hall. The boy is sometimes accompanied by a phantom black dog and two ghostly girls who may be his sisters. Her description matched that of Franklin. There are also reports of people who spied the Philosophical Society's statue of Franklin dancing along city streets.
Famous American Act: Confederate commander in Civil War
Haunting Method: Young 4-year-old Lee plays pranks at his boyhood home.
General P.G.T. Beauregard
New Orleans, Louisiana
An officer who served with distinction in the Confederate army, General Pierre Gustave Toutant Beauregard ordered the first shots at Fort Sumter and led his troops into the bloody battle of Shiloh where 23,000 men from both sides were killed. Some believe that the General and some of the fallen troops of Shiloh still roam the halls of his home, Beauregard House, in the French Quarter of New Orleans. Visitors have reported seeing unearthly soldiers in battle stabbing each other with bayonets amidst the wounded with the sounds of cannon and rifle fire in the background. Beauregard seems doomed to constantly relive the horrible battle, as his ghost is said to appear from time to time in uniform, sadly whispering "Shiloh & Shiloh."
Famous American Act: Led Confederate troops into battle of Shiloh
Haunting Method: General roams ethereal battlefield, whispering, "Shiloh, Shiloh."
Aaron Burr
New York, New York
With romantic lighting and soft piano music as a backdrop, One If By Land, Two If By Sea restaurant is the setting for almost daily marriage proposals. But diners in the mood for love sometimes have to contend with the angry spirit of Aaron Burr, who is said to send dishes crashing and chairs moving from under dining patrons. The famous politician served as vice president of the United States from 1801 to 1805 after losing his bid for the presidency when Alexander Hamilton threw his support to Thomas Jefferson. In 1804 Burr mortally wounded enemy Hamilton in a duel fought in New Jersey. Burr is not the only unhappy soul from that conflict; the spirit of Hamilton has been seen haunting the area surrounding his tomb at Trinity Church in New York.
Famous American Act: Vice president of the US, but primarily known for killing Alexander Hamilton in duel.
Haunting Method: Burr smashes dishes and moves chairs at his carriage house, which is now a restaurant.
George Washington
Gettysburg, Pennsylvania
The ghost of American president and Founding Father George Washington came to the rescue of a group of Union soldiers waging a battle against Confederate troops outside Gettysburg, PA, during the Civil War. The men were fighting to hold southern troops back from a strategic hill, Little Round Top, when a figure materialized before them, an officer on a shining white stallion with his upraised sword aflame. Dressed in the uniform of the American Revolution, the man was Washington, who then issued the command, "Fix bayonets! Charge!" The Union soldiers charged down the hill, forced the the Confederates into a full retreat and the Northern states were never invaded again. Current Gettysburg residents say that sometimes on hot summer nights they still see a ghostly rider on a splendid white steed galloping across the battlefield.
Famous American Act: First president of the United States
Haunting Method: Washington gallops across Gettysburg Battlefield every summer.
Betsy Ross
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Former mistress Betsy Ross is said to haunt her house where she sewed the first American flag. Ross, who is buried on the premises, has been seen weeping while sitting on her bed. In addition to the ghostly Mrs. Ross, the basement is often disturbed by mysterious whisperings that may belong to the displaced spirit of Charles H. Weisberger, the founder of the Ross Memorial. Others attribute the secondary haunting to the tortured soul of a gift shop employee who was murdered during a robbery years ago.
Famous American Act: Credited with sewing the first American flag
Haunting Method: Ross cries at the foot of her bed in her former house.
Abraham Lincoln
Washington, DC
Abraham Lincoln's life may have ended prematurely when he was shot by John Wilkes Booth in 1865, but his presence lives on at the White House. Famous later occupants, including President Theodore Roosevelt and First Lady Grace Coolidge, reported seeing a tall, gaunt figure in several rooms of the residence. From time to time, people walking by on the street have reported seeing a shadow of Lincoln's dimensions in the window of the Oval Office where the president often stood gazing at the Potomac River during the days of the Civil War. And Lincoln is not the only presidential haunting in the White House. Mary Todd Lincoln said she heard a man with the unmistakable voice of Andrew Jackson stomping and swearing in the Rose Room.
Famous American Act: President of United States
Haunting Method: Lincoln's tall figure has been seen roaming the halls of the White House.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Judith Henry's House
()
Date: June 30, 2014 11:21AM
ghost pics Wrote:
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> Hello, Well my husband and I drove to the Manassas
> Battlefield to check it out last week. I took a
> bunch of photos because it was impressive, and for
> the hope to maybe catch something on film. I came
> home, looked at the pictures and at first glance
> nothing caught my eye. But this evening upon
> looking for the third time I saw something. We
> looked inside the Henry house that still stands
> there. It was locked so we just looked in the
> windows and took pictures from the outside. Look
> at the bottom two windows carefully. On the left,
> the lower middle pane you can see the faint image
> of a face, two eyes and nose defined. On the
> right, second pane from the bottom left you can
> see a face also. It almost appears to be a female
> face smiling.
>
> AND COULD THIS BE A REAL GHOSTS FACE PEERING OUT
> ALSO? THIRD WINDOW PANE DOWN ABOVE THE BOYS HEAD?
> MANY OF OUR VISITORS THINK SO!
>
> According to
> http://womenshistory.about.com/library/pic/bl_p_ju
> dith_henry_house.htm: "Judith Carter Henry, 84 or
> 85 years old and bedridden, refused to leave her
> upstairs bedroom as the First Battle of Bull Run
> was fought on the hill surrounding her home.
> Snipers used the house; Judith Henry was killed by
> a bullet meant for the snipers. She was the first
> civilian killed at First Bull Run, July 21, 1861."
> And according to further reading there was also a
> Union soldier killed inside the house.
Judith Henry's House in Ruins
After the Battle of Bull Run, July 21, 1861
http://womenshistory.about.com/od/essentials/ig/Wordless-Wednesday/Judith-Henry-House.htm
Confederate snipers used the house; Judith Henry was killed by a Union bullet meant for the snipers. She was the first civilian killed at First Bull Run, July 21, 1861. The Second Battle of Bull Run was also fought on this hill. (These battles are also sometimes called the First and Second Battles of Manassas.)
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> Hello, Well my husband and I drove to the Manassas
> Battlefield to check it out last week. I took a
> bunch of photos because it was impressive, and for
> the hope to maybe catch something on film. I came
> home, looked at the pictures and at first glance
> nothing caught my eye. But this evening upon
> looking for the third time I saw something. We
> looked inside the Henry house that still stands
> there. It was locked so we just looked in the
> windows and took pictures from the outside. Look
> at the bottom two windows carefully. On the left,
> the lower middle pane you can see the faint image
> of a face, two eyes and nose defined. On the
> right, second pane from the bottom left you can
> see a face also. It almost appears to be a female
> face smiling.
>
> AND COULD THIS BE A REAL GHOSTS FACE PEERING OUT
> ALSO? THIRD WINDOW PANE DOWN ABOVE THE BOYS HEAD?
> MANY OF OUR VISITORS THINK SO!
>
> According to
> http://womenshistory.about.com/library/pic/bl_p_ju
> dith_henry_house.htm: "Judith Carter Henry, 84 or
> 85 years old and bedridden, refused to leave her
> upstairs bedroom as the First Battle of Bull Run
> was fought on the hill surrounding her home.
> Snipers used the house; Judith Henry was killed by
> a bullet meant for the snipers. She was the first
> civilian killed at First Bull Run, July 21, 1861."
> And according to further reading there was also a
> Union soldier killed inside the house.
Judith Henry's House in Ruins
After the Battle of Bull Run, July 21, 1861
http://womenshistory.about.com/od/essentials/ig/Wordless-Wednesday/Judith-Henry-House.htm
Confederate snipers used the house; Judith Henry was killed by a Union bullet meant for the snipers. She was the first civilian killed at First Bull Run, July 21, 1861. The Second Battle of Bull Run was also fought on this hill. (These battles are also sometimes called the First and Second Battles of Manassas.)
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
ghostbumpers in the night
()
Date: June 30, 2014 04:03PM
there is a seven book series "ghosts of virginia"
http://www.amazon.com/L.-B.-Taylor/e/B001HP6164/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0
should be good source material
a youtube by "VAGhosts" of the cold harbor battlefield shows it being so haunted by the 20,000 plus violent deaths there that a gray miasma boils up out of the battlefield park area around midnight that looks period freaky if anyone is interested
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aiD_IfrSFXU
paranormal mist at 4:03
only still pics, too bad she didn't make a movie
http://www.amazon.com/L.-B.-Taylor/e/B001HP6164/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0
should be good source material
a youtube by "VAGhosts" of the cold harbor battlefield shows it being so haunted by the 20,000 plus violent deaths there that a gray miasma boils up out of the battlefield park area around midnight that looks period freaky if anyone is interested
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aiD_IfrSFXU
paranormal mist at 4:03
only still pics, too bad she didn't make a movie
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
CSA11B
()
Date: July 01, 2014 12:54AM
Judith Henry's House Wrote:
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> ghost pics Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Hello, Well my husband and I drove to the
> Manassas
> > Battlefield to check it out last week. I took a
> > bunch of photos because it was impressive, and
> for
> > the hope to maybe catch something on film. I
> came
> > home, looked at the pic tures and at first
> glance
> > nothing caught my eye. But this evening upon
> > looking for the third time I saw something. We
> > looked inside the Henry house that still stands
> > there. It was locked so we just looked in the
> > windows and took pictures from the outside.
> Look
> > at the bottom two windows carefully. On the
> left,
> > the lower middle pane you can see the faint
> image
> > of a face, two eyes and nose defined. On the
> > right, second pane from the bottom left you can
> > see a face also. It almost appears to be a
> female
> > face smiling.
> >
> > AND COULD THIS BE A REAL GHOSTS FACE PEERING
> OUT
> > ALSO? THIRD WINDOW PANE DOWN ABOVE THE BOYS
> HEAD?
> > MANY OF OUR VISITORS THINK SO!
> >
> > According to
> >
> http://womenshistory.about.com/library/pic/bl_p_ju
>
> > dith_henry_house.htm: "Judith Carter Henry, 84
> or
> > 85 years old and bedridden, refused to leave
> her
> > upstairs bedroom as the First Battle of Bull
> Run
> > was fought on the hill surrounding her home.
> > Snipers used the house; Judith Henry was killed
> by
> > a bullet meant for the snipers. She was the
> first
> > civilian killed at First Bull Run, July 21,
> 1861."
> > And according to further reading there was also
> a
> > Union soldier killed inside the house.
>
>
> Judith Henry's House in Ruins
> After the Battle of Bull Run, July 21, 1861
> http://womenshistory.about.com/od/essentials/ig/Wo
> rdless-Wednesday/Judith-Henry-House.htm
>
> Confederate snipers used the house; Judith Henry
> was killed by a Union bullet meant for the
> snipers. She was the first civilian killed at
> First Bull Run, July 21, 1861. The Second Battle
> of Bull Run was also fought on this hill. (These
> battles are also sometimes called the First and
> Second Battles of Manassas.)
Hi just my two cents, Judith Henry was actually killed by union artillery intended for those rebel snipers, she was hit by shell fragments and died that night. The house was ruined by the surrounding combat and her remaining family left till after the war. The current house was built in the 1870s. I've not seen Mrs Henry but have seen some other odd things on the battle fields and I've worked there for several years.
-------------------------------------------------------
> ghost pics Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Hello, Well my husband and I drove to the
> Manassas
> > Battlefield to check it out last week. I took a
> > bunch of photos because it was impressive, and
> for
> > the hope to maybe catch something on film. I
> came
> > home, looked at the pic tures and at first
> glance
> > nothing caught my eye. But this evening upon
> > looking for the third time I saw something. We
> > looked inside the Henry house that still stands
> > there. It was locked so we just looked in the
> > windows and took pictures from the outside.
> Look
> > at the bottom two windows carefully. On the
> left,
> > the lower middle pane you can see the faint
> image
> > of a face, two eyes and nose defined. On the
> > right, second pane from the bottom left you can
> > see a face also. It almost appears to be a
> female
> > face smiling.
> >
> > AND COULD THIS BE A REAL GHOSTS FACE PEERING
> OUT
> > ALSO? THIRD WINDOW PANE DOWN ABOVE THE BOYS
> HEAD?
> > MANY OF OUR VISITORS THINK SO!
> >
> > According to
> >
> http://womenshistory.about.com/library/pic/bl_p_ju
>
> > dith_henry_house.htm: "Judith Carter Henry, 84
> or
> > 85 years old and bedridden, refused to leave
> her
> > upstairs bedroom as the First Battle of Bull
> Run
> > was fought on the hill surrounding her home.
> > Snipers used the house; Judith Henry was killed
> by
> > a bullet meant for the snipers. She was the
> first
> > civilian killed at First Bull Run, July 21,
> 1861."
> > And according to further reading there was also
> a
> > Union soldier killed inside the house.
>
>
> Judith Henry's House in Ruins
> After the Battle of Bull Run, July 21, 1861
> http://womenshistory.about.com/od/essentials/ig/Wo
> rdless-Wednesday/Judith-Henry-House.htm
>
> Confederate snipers used the house; Judith Henry
> was killed by a Union bullet meant for the
> snipers. She was the first civilian killed at
> First Bull Run, July 21, 1861. The Second Battle
> of Bull Run was also fought on this hill. (These
> battles are also sometimes called the First and
> Second Battles of Manassas.)
Hi just my two cents, Judith Henry was actually killed by union artillery intended for those rebel snipers, she was hit by shell fragments and died that night. The house was ruined by the surrounding combat and her remaining family left till after the war. The current house was built in the 1870s. I've not seen Mrs Henry but have seen some other odd things on the battle fields and I've worked there for several years.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Judith Henry's House
()
Date: July 01, 2014 06:44AM
CSA11B Wrote:
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>
> Hi just my two cents, Judith Henry was actually
> killed by union artillery intended for those rebel
> snipers, she was hit by shell fragments and died
> that night. The house was ruined by the
> surrounding combat and her remaining family left
> till after the war. The current house was built in
> the 1870s. I've not seen Mrs Henry but have seen
> some other odd things on the battle fields and
> I've worked there for several years.
Good to know, what else have you seen there? Seems like there would be tons of ghost stories around that place. I smelled pie over there where the New York regiment was wiped out (in that parking area) about a month or two ago.
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>
> Hi just my two cents, Judith Henry was actually
> killed by union artillery intended for those rebel
> snipers, she was hit by shell fragments and died
> that night. The house was ruined by the
> surrounding combat and her remaining family left
> till after the war. The current house was built in
> the 1870s. I've not seen Mrs Henry but have seen
> some other odd things on the battle fields and
> I've worked there for several years.
Good to know, what else have you seen there? Seems like there would be tons of ghost stories around that place. I smelled pie over there where the New York regiment was wiped out (in that parking area) about a month or two ago.
Re: A Haunting in Haymarket ***Updated***
Posted by:
A Haunting in Haymarket ***Updat
()
Date: July 03, 2014 07:36AM
A Haunting in Haymarket Wrote:
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> A Haunting in Haymarket Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I lived in Fairfax County for much of my life,
> and
> > recently moved out to Haymarket about 2 years
> ago.
> > We rent a house out in Piedmont and I think its
> > haunted. Some of our roomates say they have
> seen
> > or heard spirits moving around downstairs
> during
> > the day when no else in home. The owner has a
> > satellite clock that automatically corrects
> it’s
> > time when syncing up to the satellite in orbit.
> > This one is very odd, because once and a while,
> it
> > will be waaaaay off by about 8 to 10 hours.
> It’s
> > pretty creepy to see the arms of the clock
> moving
> > quickly to correct itself. I myself have dreams
> > about a witch in our closet, coming out and
> saying
> > scary or odd things to me. All in all though
> not
> > much has happened since we’ve been there,
> that
> > is until last night.
> >
> > We have a young son that is 18 months old, last
> > night he was playing with the roomates
> downstairs
> > in the large family room we have. The napkin
> > holder in the kitchen jumped off the kitchen
> table
> > and landed on the floor next to my son. (See
> the
> > attached picture below). As you can see it’s
> of
> > pretty solid weight and is flat, so it
> wouldn’t
> > tip over. The only other thing is that one of
> the
> > teenagers that lives with us, says that she
> feels
> > like a creepy presence has started to follow
> her.
> > She said that she was in Walmart one day and he
> > felt the presence there in the store standing
> > right next to her (too close). We take pictures
> > all the time in the house and nothing unusual
> has
> > showed up on them. However, there does seem to
> be
> > some negativity in air (some of the roomates
> > lately in the past 6-8 months) haven’t been
> > getting along and get into yelling matches
> usually
> > over nothing.
> >
> > The owner is an Asian man, and the reason I say
> > that is, the house has several “Feng Shui
> > deflectors” on it (see picture below). I
> looked
> > them up and A “Feng Shui deflector” contains
> a
> > small Bagua mirror in it’s center. The Bagua
> > mirror protects and adjusts negative Chi
> directed
> > at the house from outside forces and repel evil
> > spirits and people with bad intentions towards
> > you. There are at least 4 to 5 of them on the
> > house that I have seen all on the outside
> > (according to tradition it’s very bad to hang
> > them up inside). I’ve asked him if the house
> is
> > haunted and he didn’t come out and say yes,
> nor
> > did he say no. He did admit that there were
> some
> > small occurances that he couldn’t easily
> > explain, but they were very few and far
> between.
> > He raised a family in the house and later he
> and
> > his wife moved to Maryland.
>
> So tonight, while my son was downstairs playing
> with the other kids, I saw the ghost that lives in
> our house. My wife and I were in our bedroom
> watching her chick flick shows. I was a little
> bored and was just staring out our door which
> faces the bathroom door which was open. I saw what
> appeared to be a short old woman (possibly Asian)
> with short, curly black hair. I think she was
> rushing out of the bathroom to watch the kids
> downstairs playing and didn't realize my wife and
> I were still in our bedroom. From the upstairs the
> area is open so you can look down and see the
> foyer on one side and the large family room from
> the other side. The ghost seemed surprised to see
> me looking at her, and moved away from our door at
> a high rate of speed. My wife and I weren't scared
> at all, and in fact it seemed cute and hilarious.
>
>
> About an hour after it happened, I saw an orange
> light (similar to those crappy flashlights from
> the 70's that were very weak powered) come on in
> the bathroom (reflected off the mirror facing the
> tube) and then go off right afterwards. There was
> no one in the bathroom.
>
> In the past few months, the feeling of negativity
> has gone down some, but is still here. When I saw
> the ghost, I didn't get a negative or scary
> feeling. It was more like watching an old Asian
> lady running late to Bingo. LOL. Any insights from
> anybody on this?
Still having sightings in the house.
One night, the lights in our closet went on, then off, and then on again like someone was casually flicking the light switch. It was a bit scary since our 2 year old son was sitting on the bed not far away from the closet at the time.
Last week, I was cleaing the mirror in the bathroom. While I was doing that, I saw a shadow walk in front of the door behind me (saw it in the mirror). The funny thing is the shadow came out of the hall closet where the towels are. The closet above (with the lights going on and off) that I mentioned above in the bedroom is right behind that particular
hall closet. (see diagram).
The good news is, that we're planning on moving this year so we can leave this craziness behind.
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> A Haunting in Haymarket Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > I lived in Fairfax County for much of my life,
> and
> > recently moved out to Haymarket about 2 years
> ago.
> > We rent a house out in Piedmont and I think its
> > haunted. Some of our roomates say they have
> seen
> > or heard spirits moving around downstairs
> during
> > the day when no else in home. The owner has a
> > satellite clock that automatically corrects
> it’s
> > time when syncing up to the satellite in orbit.
> > This one is very odd, because once and a while,
> it
> > will be waaaaay off by about 8 to 10 hours.
> It’s
> > pretty creepy to see the arms of the clock
> moving
> > quickly to correct itself. I myself have dreams
> > about a witch in our closet, coming out and
> saying
> > scary or odd things to me. All in all though
> not
> > much has happened since we’ve been there,
> that
> > is until last night.
> >
> > We have a young son that is 18 months old, last
> > night he was playing with the roomates
> downstairs
> > in the large family room we have. The napkin
> > holder in the kitchen jumped off the kitchen
> table
> > and landed on the floor next to my son. (See
> the
> > attached picture below). As you can see it’s
> of
> > pretty solid weight and is flat, so it
> wouldn’t
> > tip over. The only other thing is that one of
> the
> > teenagers that lives with us, says that she
> feels
> > like a creepy presence has started to follow
> her.
> > She said that she was in Walmart one day and he
> > felt the presence there in the store standing
> > right next to her (too close). We take pictures
> > all the time in the house and nothing unusual
> has
> > showed up on them. However, there does seem to
> be
> > some negativity in air (some of the roomates
> > lately in the past 6-8 months) haven’t been
> > getting along and get into yelling matches
> usually
> > over nothing.
> >
> > The owner is an Asian man, and the reason I say
> > that is, the house has several “Feng Shui
> > deflectors” on it (see picture below). I
> looked
> > them up and A “Feng Shui deflector” contains
> a
> > small Bagua mirror in it’s center. The Bagua
> > mirror protects and adjusts negative Chi
> directed
> > at the house from outside forces and repel evil
> > spirits and people with bad intentions towards
> > you. There are at least 4 to 5 of them on the
> > house that I have seen all on the outside
> > (according to tradition it’s very bad to hang
> > them up inside). I’ve asked him if the house
> is
> > haunted and he didn’t come out and say yes,
> nor
> > did he say no. He did admit that there were
> some
> > small occurances that he couldn’t easily
> > explain, but they were very few and far
> between.
> > He raised a family in the house and later he
> and
> > his wife moved to Maryland.
>
> So tonight, while my son was downstairs playing
> with the other kids, I saw the ghost that lives in
> our house. My wife and I were in our bedroom
> watching her chick flick shows. I was a little
> bored and was just staring out our door which
> faces the bathroom door which was open. I saw what
> appeared to be a short old woman (possibly Asian)
> with short, curly black hair. I think she was
> rushing out of the bathroom to watch the kids
> downstairs playing and didn't realize my wife and
> I were still in our bedroom. From the upstairs the
> area is open so you can look down and see the
> foyer on one side and the large family room from
> the other side. The ghost seemed surprised to see
> me looking at her, and moved away from our door at
> a high rate of speed. My wife and I weren't scared
> at all, and in fact it seemed cute and hilarious.
>
>
> About an hour after it happened, I saw an orange
> light (similar to those crappy flashlights from
> the 70's that were very weak powered) come on in
> the bathroom (reflected off the mirror facing the
> tube) and then go off right afterwards. There was
> no one in the bathroom.
>
> In the past few months, the feeling of negativity
> has gone down some, but is still here. When I saw
> the ghost, I didn't get a negative or scary
> feeling. It was more like watching an old Asian
> lady running late to Bingo. LOL. Any insights from
> anybody on this?
Still having sightings in the house.
One night, the lights in our closet went on, then off, and then on again like someone was casually flicking the light switch. It was a bit scary since our 2 year old son was sitting on the bed not far away from the closet at the time.
Last week, I was cleaing the mirror in the bathroom. While I was doing that, I saw a shadow walk in front of the door behind me (saw it in the mirror). The funny thing is the shadow came out of the hall closet where the towels are. The closet above (with the lights going on and off) that I mentioned above in the bedroom is right behind that particular
hall closet. (see diagram).
The good news is, that we're planning on moving this year so we can leave this craziness behind.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
??????
()
Date: July 07, 2014 02:20PM
Has anyone heard anymore about the hauntings over by Hidden Pond in Springfield?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Heather / Bloody Angle Trail Pic
()
Date: July 08, 2014 02:12PM
My boyfriend and I recently went for a walk on the Bloody Angle Trail in Spotsylvania. I took a bunch of pictures, and in one I noticed something strange. To me it looks like a man in a white short and dark pants sitting down, but who really knows!?!
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
RV Native
()
Date: July 09, 2014 02:31AM
?????? Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Has anyone heard anymore about the hauntings over
> by Hidden Pond in Springfield?
I don't know if you can call this a haunting, but there was one night that scared me quite bad while trying to walk through Hidden Pond at night.
I grew up in a house where in the fall and winter you could observe Hidden Pond. During my high school days I use to sneak out all the time. Up until this night I had never seen anything weird take place in Hidden Pond, and I had only heard stories up until this point, however I always chose not to go through hidden pond at night.
One late night, say approximately 4am I was walking home south from the direction of the Rolling Road/Old Keen Mill intersection, and usually would take the long way to my house by walking down Rivington Rd to eventually end up on Holford Lane. I believe this night a couple friends and I were hanging out at a friends house off of Greeley Rd/Old Keene Mill side of Hidden Pond. so if you look at a map you'll see that cutting through Hidden Pond is much faster.
As I had been walking and passing the 7-11, well I guess this evening I mustered up the courage to take the paved path that lies on the outskirts of Hidden Pond where one end of the trailhead starts between two houses at the end of the Kenwood Oaks Ave/Park View Ct. I specifically remember that I would tell myself there is nothing to be afraid of as I was transitioning from the neighborhood sidewalk to the trailhead.
The beginning of the trailhead first leads with a set up of elongated steps that gradually drops down pretty steep (Its been awhile but I can only estimate that it is a 25-30ft drop by the time you are actually surrounded by forest). From the top of the steps I have a pretty good vantage point of what lies below.
I begin my descent and about half way down, I look down approx. 15 feet off to the right of the trail. I absolutely freeze. What I see next I can't believe is happening. Not at this time of night and the coincidence was just too great for this to occur while I happen to be here and about to descend into a dark path. I see someone walking through the heavy vegetation and trees and they are headed directly for the flat part of the trail! The creepy part was that I remember they were not even using their hands to push away branches, they were walking straight through it.
Without another chance to even formulate another thought I had made the fastest 180 turn and I ran as fast as I could all the way back to Rolling Road. It didn't help that the whole time I was running I pictured who ever I saw in the forest chasing me down, but that never happened.
Now the scary part that played with my head is my route back home because the top of Holford is a couple of yards away from the other end of that Hidden Pond Trail of where I should of exited, and I was just hoping that I would not see anything at all, and even worse since I had snuck out I did not use the front door, I had to go around to the back of my house that backs up to the forest.
So that's my Hidden Pond story. That's definitely one of my top 5 scariest moments I have experienced. I actually came here to find if anybody has encountered something I saw in Arlington one night. I saw your post and had to share...that Arlington story I'll write later.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Has anyone heard anymore about the hauntings over
> by Hidden Pond in Springfield?
I don't know if you can call this a haunting, but there was one night that scared me quite bad while trying to walk through Hidden Pond at night.
I grew up in a house where in the fall and winter you could observe Hidden Pond. During my high school days I use to sneak out all the time. Up until this night I had never seen anything weird take place in Hidden Pond, and I had only heard stories up until this point, however I always chose not to go through hidden pond at night.
One late night, say approximately 4am I was walking home south from the direction of the Rolling Road/Old Keen Mill intersection, and usually would take the long way to my house by walking down Rivington Rd to eventually end up on Holford Lane. I believe this night a couple friends and I were hanging out at a friends house off of Greeley Rd/Old Keene Mill side of Hidden Pond. so if you look at a map you'll see that cutting through Hidden Pond is much faster.
As I had been walking and passing the 7-11, well I guess this evening I mustered up the courage to take the paved path that lies on the outskirts of Hidden Pond where one end of the trailhead starts between two houses at the end of the Kenwood Oaks Ave/Park View Ct. I specifically remember that I would tell myself there is nothing to be afraid of as I was transitioning from the neighborhood sidewalk to the trailhead.
The beginning of the trailhead first leads with a set up of elongated steps that gradually drops down pretty steep (Its been awhile but I can only estimate that it is a 25-30ft drop by the time you are actually surrounded by forest). From the top of the steps I have a pretty good vantage point of what lies below.
I begin my descent and about half way down, I look down approx. 15 feet off to the right of the trail. I absolutely freeze. What I see next I can't believe is happening. Not at this time of night and the coincidence was just too great for this to occur while I happen to be here and about to descend into a dark path. I see someone walking through the heavy vegetation and trees and they are headed directly for the flat part of the trail! The creepy part was that I remember they were not even using their hands to push away branches, they were walking straight through it.
Without another chance to even formulate another thought I had made the fastest 180 turn and I ran as fast as I could all the way back to Rolling Road. It didn't help that the whole time I was running I pictured who ever I saw in the forest chasing me down, but that never happened.
Now the scary part that played with my head is my route back home because the top of Holford is a couple of yards away from the other end of that Hidden Pond Trail of where I should of exited, and I was just hoping that I would not see anything at all, and even worse since I had snuck out I did not use the front door, I had to go around to the back of my house that backs up to the forest.
So that's my Hidden Pond story. That's definitely one of my top 5 scariest moments I have experienced. I actually came here to find if anybody has encountered something I saw in Arlington one night. I saw your post and had to share...that Arlington story I'll write later.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
??????
()
Date: July 09, 2014 06:31AM
RV Native Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> ?????? Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Has anyone heard anymore about the hauntings
> over
> > by Hidden Pond in Springfield?
>
> I don't know if you can call this a haunting, but
> there was one night that scared me quite bad while
> trying to walk through Hidden Pond at night.
>
> I grew up in a house where in the fall and winter
> you could observe Hidden Pond. During my high
> school days I use to sneak out all the time. Up
> until this night I had never seen anything weird
> take place in Hidden Pond, and I had only heard
> stories up until this point, however I always
> chose not to go through hidden pond at night.
>
> One late night, say approximately 4am I was
> walking home south from the direction of the
> Rolling Road/Old Keen Mill intersection, and
> usually would take the long way to my house by
> walking down Rivington Rd to eventually end up on
> Holford Lane. I believe this night a couple
> friends and I were hanging out at a friends house
> off of Greeley Rd/Old Keene Mill side of Hidden
> Pond. so if you look at a map you'll see that
> cutting through Hidden Pond is much faster.
>
> As I had been walking and passing the 7-11, well I
> guess this evening I mustered up the courage to
> take the paved path that lies on the outskirts of
> Hidden Pond where one end of the trailhead starts
> between two houses at the end of the Kenwood Oaks
> Ave/Park View Ct. I specifically remember that I
> would tell myself there is nothing to be afraid of
> as I was transitioning from the neighborhood
> sidewalk to the trailhead.
>
> The beginning of the trailhead first leads with a
> set up of elongated steps that gradually drops
> down pretty steep (Its been awhile but I can only
> estimate that it is a 25-30ft drop by the time you
> are actually surrounded by forest). From the top
> of the steps I have a pretty good vantage point of
> what lies below.
>
> I begin my descent and about half way down, I look
> down approx. 15 feet off to the right of the
> trail. I absolutely freeze. What I see next I
> can't believe is happening. Not at this time of
> night and the coincidence was just too great for
> this to occur while I happen to be here and about
> to descend into a dark path. I see someone
> walking through the heavy vegetation and trees and
> they are headed directly for the flat part of the
> trail! The creepy part was that I remember they
> were not even using their hands to push away
> branches, they were walking straight through it.
>
> Without another chance to even formulate another
> thought I had made the fastest 180 turn and I ran
> as fast as I could all the way back to Rolling
> Road. It didn't help that the whole time I was
> running I pictured who ever I saw in the forest
> chasing me down, but that never happened.
>
>
> Now the scary part that played with my head is my
> route back home because the top of Holford is a
> couple of yards away from the other end of that
> Hidden Pond Trail of where I should of exited, and
> I was just hoping that I would not see anything at
> all, and even worse since I had snuck out I did
> not use the front door, I had to go around to the
> back of my house that backs up to the forest.
>
> So that's my Hidden Pond story. That's definitely
> one of my top 5 scariest moments I have
> experienced. I actually came here to find if
> anybody has encountered something I saw in
> Arlington one night. I saw your post and had to
> share...that Arlington story I'll write later.
I know what you mean, its a creepy place especially in the evenings. A guy on here named "Stuart" posted something about a friend of his committing suicide last Feb and people have seen him in the woods. The guy that committed suicide lived at hidden pond off Greely. Other people have seen all manner of ghosts of women, men, from different eras walking around that place. I think a female ghost has been seen coming out of the pond too.
-------------------------------------------------------
> ?????? Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Has anyone heard anymore about the hauntings
> over
> > by Hidden Pond in Springfield?
>
> I don't know if you can call this a haunting, but
> there was one night that scared me quite bad while
> trying to walk through Hidden Pond at night.
>
> I grew up in a house where in the fall and winter
> you could observe Hidden Pond. During my high
> school days I use to sneak out all the time. Up
> until this night I had never seen anything weird
> take place in Hidden Pond, and I had only heard
> stories up until this point, however I always
> chose not to go through hidden pond at night.
>
> One late night, say approximately 4am I was
> walking home south from the direction of the
> Rolling Road/Old Keen Mill intersection, and
> usually would take the long way to my house by
> walking down Rivington Rd to eventually end up on
> Holford Lane. I believe this night a couple
> friends and I were hanging out at a friends house
> off of Greeley Rd/Old Keene Mill side of Hidden
> Pond. so if you look at a map you'll see that
> cutting through Hidden Pond is much faster.
>
> As I had been walking and passing the 7-11, well I
> guess this evening I mustered up the courage to
> take the paved path that lies on the outskirts of
> Hidden Pond where one end of the trailhead starts
> between two houses at the end of the Kenwood Oaks
> Ave/Park View Ct. I specifically remember that I
> would tell myself there is nothing to be afraid of
> as I was transitioning from the neighborhood
> sidewalk to the trailhead.
>
> The beginning of the trailhead first leads with a
> set up of elongated steps that gradually drops
> down pretty steep (Its been awhile but I can only
> estimate that it is a 25-30ft drop by the time you
> are actually surrounded by forest). From the top
> of the steps I have a pretty good vantage point of
> what lies below.
>
> I begin my descent and about half way down, I look
> down approx. 15 feet off to the right of the
> trail. I absolutely freeze. What I see next I
> can't believe is happening. Not at this time of
> night and the coincidence was just too great for
> this to occur while I happen to be here and about
> to descend into a dark path. I see someone
> walking through the heavy vegetation and trees and
> they are headed directly for the flat part of the
> trail! The creepy part was that I remember they
> were not even using their hands to push away
> branches, they were walking straight through it.
>
> Without another chance to even formulate another
> thought I had made the fastest 180 turn and I ran
> as fast as I could all the way back to Rolling
> Road. It didn't help that the whole time I was
> running I pictured who ever I saw in the forest
> chasing me down, but that never happened.
>
>
> Now the scary part that played with my head is my
> route back home because the top of Holford is a
> couple of yards away from the other end of that
> Hidden Pond Trail of where I should of exited, and
> I was just hoping that I would not see anything at
> all, and even worse since I had snuck out I did
> not use the front door, I had to go around to the
> back of my house that backs up to the forest.
>
> So that's my Hidden Pond story. That's definitely
> one of my top 5 scariest moments I have
> experienced. I actually came here to find if
> anybody has encountered something I saw in
> Arlington one night. I saw your post and had to
> share...that Arlington story I'll write later.
I know what you mean, its a creepy place especially in the evenings. A guy on here named "Stuart" posted something about a friend of his committing suicide last Feb and people have seen him in the woods. The guy that committed suicide lived at hidden pond off Greely. Other people have seen all manner of ghosts of women, men, from different eras walking around that place. I think a female ghost has been seen coming out of the pond too.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
??????
()
Date: July 09, 2014 06:32AM
RV Native Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> I actually came here to find if
> anybody has encountered something I saw in
> Arlington one night. I saw your post and had to
> share...that Arlington story I'll write later.
I'm curious to hear this story too, some people have posting some ghost stories here about Arlington too.
-------------------------------------------------------
> I actually came here to find if
> anybody has encountered something I saw in
> Arlington one night. I saw your post and had to
> share...that Arlington story I'll write later.
I'm curious to hear this story too, some people have posting some ghost stories here about Arlington too.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost of Margaret Febrey?
()
Date: July 09, 2014 08:20AM
Speaking of ghosts in Arlington, has anyone seen or heard anymore "Margaret Febrey" sightings? For those not familiar with Margaret Febrey, she's the ghost of a little girl that died back in 1913. This story from 2012 tells gives a history and a terrifying encounter a construction worker had with her...
North Arlington ghost: Construction worker quits after Margaret Febrey sighting
http://www.wjla.com/articles/2012/03/north-arlington-ghost-construction-worker-quits-after-margaret-febrey-sighting-73955.html#ixzz36yOCApk9
An eerie encounter recently brought work at a North Arlington construction site to a complete stop.
Two months ago, an old Victorian house sat on the site, but as crews began demolishing the property to build a new club house, one of the workers spotted a young girl inside of the building.
The girl is thought to be Margaret Febrey, who was laid to rest in Oakwood Cemetery almost 100 years ago.
"He said he saw this little girl in the window ... and he went in and couldn't find her, and on his way out he saw her on the steps and turned around and didn't see her," said Jeff Schreiner, construction supervisor.
The encounter was too much for the construction worker. He immediately packed his stuff and walked off the job permanently.
Fourteen-year-old Febrey had lived in the Victorian house being demolished before her death in 1913.
The sighting spooked workers so much, they stopped construction on the 99th anniversary of her death in January.
Over the years, the old house even turned skeptics into believers.
"It's certainly possible. The house has been there a long time," said North Arlington resident Liza Marshall.
The sighting of Margaret by a construction worker remains the only occurrence.
Watch the news story here:
http://www.wjla.com/articles/2012/03/north-arlington-ghost-construction-worker-quits-after-margaret-febrey-sighting-73955.html
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North Arlington ghost: Construction worker quits after Margaret Febrey sighting
http://www.wjla.com/articles/2012/03/north-arlington-ghost-construction-worker-quits-after-margaret-febrey-sighting-73955.html#ixzz36yOCApk9
An eerie encounter recently brought work at a North Arlington construction site to a complete stop.
Two months ago, an old Victorian house sat on the site, but as crews began demolishing the property to build a new club house, one of the workers spotted a young girl inside of the building.
The girl is thought to be Margaret Febrey, who was laid to rest in Oakwood Cemetery almost 100 years ago.
"He said he saw this little girl in the window ... and he went in and couldn't find her, and on his way out he saw her on the steps and turned around and didn't see her," said Jeff Schreiner, construction supervisor.
The encounter was too much for the construction worker. He immediately packed his stuff and walked off the job permanently.
Fourteen-year-old Febrey had lived in the Victorian house being demolished before her death in 1913.
The sighting spooked workers so much, they stopped construction on the 99th anniversary of her death in January.
Over the years, the old house even turned skeptics into believers.
"It's certainly possible. The house has been there a long time," said North Arlington resident Liza Marshall.
The sighting of Margaret by a construction worker remains the only occurrence.
Watch the news story here:
http://www.wjla.com/articles/2012/03/north-arlington-ghost-construction-worker-quits-after-margaret-febrey-sighting-73955.html
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost of Margaret Febrey?
()
Date: July 09, 2014 08:23AM
Ghost of Margaret Febrey? Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Speaking of ghosts in Arlington, has anyone seen
> or heard anymore "Margaret Febrey" sightings? For
> those not familiar with Margaret Febrey, she's the
> ghost of a little girl that died back in 1913.
> This story from 2012 tells gives a history and a
> terrifying encounter a construction worker had
> with her...
>
> North Arlington ghost: Construction worker quits
> after Margaret Febrey sighting
> http://www.wjla.com/articles/2012/03/north-arlingt
> on-ghost-construction-worker-quits-after-margaret-
> febrey-sighting-73955.html#ixzz36yOCApk9
>
> An eerie encounter recently brought work at a
> North Arlington construction site to a complete
> stop.
>
> Two months ago, an old Victorian house sat on the
> site, but as crews began demolishing the property
> to build a new club house, one of the workers
> spotted a young girl inside of the building.
>
> The girl is thought to be Margaret Febrey, who was
> laid to rest in Oakwood Cemetery almost 100 years
> ago.
>
> "He said he saw this little girl in the window ...
> and he went in and couldn't find her, and on his
> way out he saw her on the steps and turned around
> and didn't see her," said Jeff Schreiner,
> construction supervisor.
>
> The encounter was too much for the construction
> worker. He immediately packed his stuff and walked
> off the job permanently.
>
> Fourteen-year-old Febrey had lived in the
> Victorian house being demolished before her death
> in 1913.
>
> The sighting spooked workers so much, they stopped
> construction on the 99th anniversary of her death
> in January.
>
> Over the years, the old house even turned skeptics
> into believers.
>
> "It's certainly possible. The house has been there
> a long time," said North Arlington resident Liza
> Marshall.
>
> The sighting of Margaret by a construction worker
> remains the only occurrence.
>
> Watch the news story here:
> http://www.wjla.com/articles/2012/03/north-arlingt
> on-ghost-construction-worker-quits-after-margaret-
> febrey-sighting-73955.html
Also I found this comment with the news article...
I live right next to Overlee Pool, and I am a member. I was there the other day when i saw a little girl, (Looked 5) walked behind my friends and didn't come ou the other side. I also heard that the manager of the pool heard a party going on in the lower levels, but when he went to check, no one was there.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Speaking of ghosts in Arlington, has anyone seen
> or heard anymore "Margaret Febrey" sightings? For
> those not familiar with Margaret Febrey, she's the
> ghost of a little girl that died back in 1913.
> This story from 2012 tells gives a history and a
> terrifying encounter a construction worker had
> with her...
>
> North Arlington ghost: Construction worker quits
> after Margaret Febrey sighting
> http://www.wjla.com/articles/2012/03/north-arlingt
> on-ghost-construction-worker-quits-after-margaret-
> febrey-sighting-73955.html#ixzz36yOCApk9
>
> An eerie encounter recently brought work at a
> North Arlington construction site to a complete
> stop.
>
> Two months ago, an old Victorian house sat on the
> site, but as crews began demolishing the property
> to build a new club house, one of the workers
> spotted a young girl inside of the building.
>
> The girl is thought to be Margaret Febrey, who was
> laid to rest in Oakwood Cemetery almost 100 years
> ago.
>
> "He said he saw this little girl in the window ...
> and he went in and couldn't find her, and on his
> way out he saw her on the steps and turned around
> and didn't see her," said Jeff Schreiner,
> construction supervisor.
>
> The encounter was too much for the construction
> worker. He immediately packed his stuff and walked
> off the job permanently.
>
> Fourteen-year-old Febrey had lived in the
> Victorian house being demolished before her death
> in 1913.
>
> The sighting spooked workers so much, they stopped
> construction on the 99th anniversary of her death
> in January.
>
> Over the years, the old house even turned skeptics
> into believers.
>
> "It's certainly possible. The house has been there
> a long time," said North Arlington resident Liza
> Marshall.
>
> The sighting of Margaret by a construction worker
> remains the only occurrence.
>
> Watch the news story here:
> http://www.wjla.com/articles/2012/03/north-arlingt
> on-ghost-construction-worker-quits-after-margaret-
> febrey-sighting-73955.html
Also I found this comment with the news article...
I live right next to Overlee Pool, and I am a member. I was there the other day when i saw a little girl, (Looked 5) walked behind my friends and didn't come ou the other side. I also heard that the manager of the pool heard a party going on in the lower levels, but when he went to check, no one was there.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Margaret Febrey tombstone
()
Date: July 09, 2014 08:43AM
Ghost of Margaret Febrey? Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Ghost of Margaret Febrey? Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Speaking of ghosts in Arlington, has anyone
> seen
> > or heard anymore "Margaret Febrey" sightings?
> For
> > those not familiar with Margaret Febrey, she's
> the
> > ghost of a little girl that died back in 1913.
> > This story from 2012 tells gives a history and
> a
> > terrifying encounter a construction worker had
> > with her...
> >
> > North Arlington ghost: Construction worker
> quits
> > after Margaret Febrey sighting
> >
> http://www.wjla.com/articles/2012/03/north-arlingt
>
> >
> on-ghost-construction-worker-quits-after-margaret-
>
> > febrey-sighting-73955.html#ixzz36yOCApk9
> >
> > An eerie encounter recently brought work at a
> > North Arlington construction site to a complete
> > stop.
> >
> > Two months ago, an old Victorian house sat on
> the
> > site, but as crews began demolishing the
> property
> > to build a new club house, one of the workers
> > spotted a young girl inside of the building.
> >
> > The girl is thought to be Margaret Febrey, who
> was
> > laid to rest in Oakwood Cemetery almost 100
> years
> > ago.
> >
> > "He said he saw this little girl in the window
> ...
> > and he went in and couldn't find her, and on
> his
> > way out he saw her on the steps and turned
> around
> > and didn't see her," said Jeff Schreiner,
> > construction supervisor.
> >
> > The encounter was too much for the construction
> > worker. He immediately packed his stuff and
> walked
> > off the job permanently.
> >
> > Fourteen-year-old Febrey had lived in the
> > Victorian house being demolished before her
> death
> > in 1913.
> >
> > The sighting spooked workers so much, they
> stopped
> > construction on the 99th anniversary of her
> death
> > in January.
> >
> > Over the years, the old house even turned
> skeptics
> > into believers.
> >
> > "It's certainly possible. The house has been
> there
> > a long time," said North Arlington resident
> Liza
> > Marshall.
> >
> > The sighting of Margaret by a construction
> worker
> > remains the only occurrence.
> >
> > Watch the news story here:
> >
> http://www.wjla.com/articles/2012/03/north-arlingt
>
> >
> on-ghost-construction-worker-quits-after-margaret-
>
> > febrey-sighting-73955.html
>
> Also I found this comment with the news
> article...
>
> I live right next to Overlee Pool, and I am a
> member. I was there the other day when i saw a
> little girl, (Looked 5) walked behind my friends
> and didn't come ou the other side. I also heard
> that the manager of the pool heard a party going
> on in the lower levels, but when he went to check,
> no one was there.
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> Ghost of Margaret Febrey? Wrote:
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> > Speaking of ghosts in Arlington, has anyone
> seen
> > or heard anymore "Margaret Febrey" sightings?
> For
> > those not familiar with Margaret Febrey, she's
> the
> > ghost of a little girl that died back in 1913.
> > This story from 2012 tells gives a history and
> a
> > terrifying encounter a construction worker had
> > with her...
> >
> > North Arlington ghost: Construction worker
> quits
> > after Margaret Febrey sighting
> >
> http://www.wjla.com/articles/2012/03/north-arlingt
>
> >
> on-ghost-construction-worker-quits-after-margaret-
>
> > febrey-sighting-73955.html#ixzz36yOCApk9
> >
> > An eerie encounter recently brought work at a
> > North Arlington construction site to a complete
> > stop.
> >
> > Two months ago, an old Victorian house sat on
> the
> > site, but as crews began demolishing the
> property
> > to build a new club house, one of the workers
> > spotted a young girl inside of the building.
> >
> > The girl is thought to be Margaret Febrey, who
> was
> > laid to rest in Oakwood Cemetery almost 100
> years
> > ago.
> >
> > "He said he saw this little girl in the window
> ...
> > and he went in and couldn't find her, and on
> his
> > way out he saw her on the steps and turned
> around
> > and didn't see her," said Jeff Schreiner,
> > construction supervisor.
> >
> > The encounter was too much for the construction
> > worker. He immediately packed his stuff and
> walked
> > off the job permanently.
> >
> > Fourteen-year-old Febrey had lived in the
> > Victorian house being demolished before her
> death
> > in 1913.
> >
> > The sighting spooked workers so much, they
> stopped
> > construction on the 99th anniversary of her
> death
> > in January.
> >
> > Over the years, the old house even turned
> skeptics
> > into believers.
> >
> > "It's certainly possible. The house has been
> there
> > a long time," said North Arlington resident
> Liza
> > Marshall.
> >
> > The sighting of Margaret by a construction
> worker
> > remains the only occurrence.
> >
> > Watch the news story here:
> >
> http://www.wjla.com/articles/2012/03/north-arlingt
>
> >
> on-ghost-construction-worker-quits-after-margaret-
>
> > febrey-sighting-73955.html
>
> Also I found this comment with the news
> article...
>
> I live right next to Overlee Pool, and I am a
> member. I was there the other day when i saw a
> little girl, (Looked 5) walked behind my friends
> and didn't come ou the other side. I also heard
> that the manager of the pool heard a party going
> on in the lower levels, but when he went to check,
> no one was there.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Lake Accotink ghost
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Date: July 10, 2014 08:20AM
I grew up in Springfield - walking distance from Lake Accotink, near the entrance by the railroad trestle off of Carrleigh pkwy. Before the pedestrian bridge was built you used to have to walk across the tracks to get to the lake. I used to spend a lot of time when I was a kid playing at lake accotink and on the railroad tracks near the trestle (this was back in the 70's and early 80's when it was actually safe to let your kids play outside by themselves), but looking back now I can't believe my parents let me do that. Anyway, one day as I was walking back from the accotink trail and came out of the woods on to the tracks I saw a man on the other side of the tracks kneeling down looking at something. When he saw me he stood up quickly, gave me a startled look and went back into the woods toward carrleigh and just disapeared. The strange thing was that he didnt turn and walk away, he looked right at me and kind of floated backwards into the woods, still giving me that strange look the whole time and I actually saw him disapear into thin air. It was in the middle of the day, sunny but right where he was standing, everything seemed a little out of focus and it was hard to see him clearly, but I could tell he was wearing tattered jeans and a red long sleave plaid shirt. Black boots I think, too. I walked over to see why he was kneeling down and there was a dead dog on the side of the tracks. I am positive this was a ghost. I was 16 at the time. Anybody else see anything like this at Accotink?
MURDER AT THE MILL
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Greentree Village cemetary info
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Date: July 10, 2014 09:49AM
I dug this up about the the area, might explain some of the sightings in that particular area...
MURDER AT THE MILL
My Search for William H. Keene
http://www.greentreevillage.net/complete_manual/murder_at_the_mill.pdf
By Jack L. Hiller / Historian
Reproduced November 2005
Located East Side of Silvervine Lane, Springfield, Virginia
A small cemetery is located on common ground beside a row of townhouses, commonly known as Greentree Village in Springfield, Virginia. A wrought iron fence surrounds the gravesite and there is evidence of additional unmarked graves to the south of the fenced area. The gravestones have all been displaced and are leaning against a tree inside the fenced area. The cemetery is periodically cleaned and maintained by the Greentree Village Community Association and its Community Members. The cemetery was refurbished in 2004 by members of the Community and more importantly, the Eagle Scouts and members of the Burke Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.
A genealogical chart shows the relationships between some of the people in the cemetery. W. Keen who died in 1849 was William H. Keene's father, and Addison Keen's uncle. Addison and William H. (who owned the mill and was sent to prison for murder) were cousins. We do not know how Clarintine was related to William H., but the Keene's frequently married Dodsons. Incidentally, William H. Keene did not disappear after his trial. His sentence was commuted from hanging to 10 years in prison. I assume he went to prison, but the prison records were lost during the Union occupation of Richmond in 1865. Therefore, William H. Keene's final story remains unknown. Jack L. Hiller1
1 Jack Lewis Hiller has been a free-lance photojournalist who photographed, among others, Harry S. Truman, John F. Kennedy, Lyndon B. Johnson, and Marin Luther King. He taught History at Groveton and West Potomac High Schools for 30 years. With Martha Williams, he initiated the Fairfax County Public School of Archeology Program in 1972, which they jointly conducted until their retirement in 1988. With Valerie Townes, he is now excavating the Barker Home site in Hidden Pond Park, Springfield, Virginia. Mr. Hiller is currently chairman of the Fairfax County History Commission and has been a member since 1981. Reprint from Jack L. Hiller Biography, 1994.
{See December 2004 Issue of “The Bark” for Additional Photographs}
(Headstone)
IN MEMORY OF ADDISON KEEN
Died March 20, 1872
Aged 62 years.
(Headstone)
W. KEEN
Died Mar 27, 1849
(Roughcut fieldstone, broken)
(Headstone)
In Memory of CLARINTINE V.
Beloved wife of William Dodson
Died March 31, 1866 aged 27 years.
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MURDER AT THE MILL
My Search for William H. Keene
http://www.greentreevillage.net/complete_manual/murder_at_the_mill.pdf
By Jack L. Hiller / Historian
Reproduced November 2005
Located East Side of Silvervine Lane, Springfield, Virginia
A small cemetery is located on common ground beside a row of townhouses, commonly known as Greentree Village in Springfield, Virginia. A wrought iron fence surrounds the gravesite and there is evidence of additional unmarked graves to the south of the fenced area. The gravestones have all been displaced and are leaning against a tree inside the fenced area. The cemetery is periodically cleaned and maintained by the Greentree Village Community Association and its Community Members. The cemetery was refurbished in 2004 by members of the Community and more importantly, the Eagle Scouts and members of the Burke Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.
A genealogical chart shows the relationships between some of the people in the cemetery. W. Keen who died in 1849 was William H. Keene's father, and Addison Keen's uncle. Addison and William H. (who owned the mill and was sent to prison for murder) were cousins. We do not know how Clarintine was related to William H., but the Keene's frequently married Dodsons. Incidentally, William H. Keene did not disappear after his trial. His sentence was commuted from hanging to 10 years in prison. I assume he went to prison, but the prison records were lost during the Union occupation of Richmond in 1865. Therefore, William H. Keene's final story remains unknown. Jack L. Hiller1
1 Jack Lewis Hiller has been a free-lance photojournalist who photographed, among others, Harry S. Truman, John F. Kennedy, Lyndon B. Johnson, and Marin Luther King. He taught History at Groveton and West Potomac High Schools for 30 years. With Martha Williams, he initiated the Fairfax County Public School of Archeology Program in 1972, which they jointly conducted until their retirement in 1988. With Valerie Townes, he is now excavating the Barker Home site in Hidden Pond Park, Springfield, Virginia. Mr. Hiller is currently chairman of the Fairfax County History Commission and has been a member since 1981. Reprint from Jack L. Hiller Biography, 1994.
{See December 2004 Issue of “The Bark” for Additional Photographs}
(Headstone)
IN MEMORY OF ADDISON KEEN
Died March 20, 1872
Aged 62 years.
(Headstone)
W. KEEN
Died Mar 27, 1849
(Roughcut fieldstone, broken)
(Headstone)
In Memory of CLARINTINE V.
Beloved wife of William Dodson
Died March 31, 1866 aged 27 years.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Spencer
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Date: July 13, 2014 08:32PM
About two years ago I moved into the rolling Valley subdivision bordering hidden pond Park and often walk over there in the Early morning with my dog. One morning around 6:30am I saw what appeared to be a Young girl skipping along the pathway which leads from the pond up toward the nature center. I thought it Odd because she was in a long old fashioned dress with a red Bow in her hair she also didn't appear to have any shoes on. My dog growled and barked the girl stopped turned and stared at me. I continued to walk and she turned and went on her way. She was about 40 feet from me and I was going up the same steps she just went up and when I reached the top I didn't see her figured she had run on into the neighorhood.
Weird thing was as I looked up into the open Meadow area-i saw a misty/fog shape moving along and vanish Midway into the meadow. It seemed very odd. Not sure if this were a ghost or not just thought I would report it.
Weird thing was as I looked up into the open Meadow area-i saw a misty/fog shape moving along and vanish Midway into the meadow. It seemed very odd. Not sure if this were a ghost or not just thought I would report it.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Haunted Vacation
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Date: July 14, 2014 10:50AM
We were staying in room 213 at the Holiday Inn Express in Woodstock, VA. I woke up in the middle of the night, and there was a dark shadowy figure about 2-3 feet tall standing in the middle of the bed between me and my husband. The figure remained in the same place for about 40 seconds and moving its upper body at an extremely fast rate. I was so scared. I could not make a sound or move. Once I closed my eyes and prayed the figure slowly faded away!!!!.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Massanutten Military Academy
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Date: July 14, 2014 01:33PM
Some years ago when I was a cadet at the Massanutten military Academy and I saw some ghost sightings on the fourth floor of benchoff hall and Harrison hall. Also I heard voices and saw stuff in the basement of Sperry hall (under the former quartermaster) I believe they are more like evil spirits than ghosts because when they are sighted it feels ice cold and you feel like your soul is being dragged out of your body.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
ghost cars?
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Date: July 17, 2014 08:18AM
Anyone ever heard of ghost cars in northern Va?
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Dogue Creek Village Ft Belvoir
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Date: July 21, 2014 08:55AM
Hi everyone, I used to live in Dogue Creek Village on Fort Belvoir years ago. Before the homes were remodeled my family had been in DC all the day with my godparents and their children. When I spoke with my friend (who lived next door) the next day she asked me who we had at our house. I told her no one had been home the day before because we were all out sightseeing. Then she told me that all day she and her parents heard people running up and down the stairs. They also heard people talking, and they even heard laughter. She said that it sounded like we were having a party, and when she came over and knocked on the door everything went silent. Then when she left the noise started up again. We lived in what might be considered a townhome apartment, so you could hear through the walls quite easily.
Anyone else had any ghostly going on's in Dogue Creek Village or on Fort Belvoir itself?
Dogue Creek Village, construction, Jan. 27, 1956
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Anyone else had any ghostly going on's in Dogue Creek Village or on Fort Belvoir itself?
Dogue Creek Village, construction, Jan. 27, 1956
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
my old house is haunted
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Date: July 21, 2014 09:16AM
My old house at 3912 Teakwood Ave, Richmond, VA is haunted. I lived in it fourteen years. The last three were the scariest of my life. I spent over five thousand dollars and hired some of the most famous people in the medium to clear it. We were never really successful. Currently Bobbie Atristrain has a book out and the last chapter is on the house, it is called Haunted People haunted Minds. I am also writing a book. There are witnesses, photos and when i sold it, i told everyone who wanted to look that it was haunted.
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Posted by:
Sally Fairfax Ft Belvoir ghost
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Date: July 21, 2014 03:36PM
The Lady of Belvoir
http://www.virginialiving.com/virginiana/history/the-lady-of-belvoir/
If there is a ghost at the Fort Belvoir military base in Northern Virginia, it is that of Sally Fairfax, wandering about her garden, admiring her favorite daffodils while eagerly listening for the sound of hoofbeats and the approach of her young caller: George Washington.
In the spring, the daffodils still bloom, but Belvoir is no more. Long ago, the charred ruins of the lovely mansion crumbled to the ground along with its memories of candlelit balls and the sounds of coaches on cobblestone. Yet a love story remains. It is little known and less spoken of, but still an integral part of America’s colonial history. It is a chapter in the life of the American hero, George Washington, who loved, passionately, the lady at Belvoir his neighbor and the wife of his best friend, George William Fairfax. Proper credit has never been given Sally for the important role she played in Washington’s early life. Instead, she has been regarded mainly as a flirtatious Southern belle, a brainless beauty. Untrue!
The eldest and most fascinating of the four daughters of Col. Wilson Cary, owner of Ceelys Plantation near Hampton, Sally was born in 1730 to great wealth and luxury. The Cary plantation was the center of society along the lower James River. Gentry from near and far often visited, as did officers from foreign ships that sailed into port.
As the colonel was a member of the Virginia House of Burgesses, the family, during sessions, stayed at their Williamsburg townhouse and took advantage of the town’s many social events, including Assembly balls at the Governor’s Palace. A strict guardian of his four pretty daughters—Sally (Sarah), Mary, Anne and Elizabeth—the colonel was quick to discourage any suitor who was not wealthy, not from a prominent family or otherwise unacceptable as a future son-in-law. He was particularly selective of Sally’s beaux for, as everyone knew, she was his favorite. He had personally overseen her education. Let a man without wealth or family background approach the colonel for permission to call upon Sally, and he would be sent packing with the words, “If that is your mission here, sir, you may as well order your horse. My daughter is accustomed to her coach and six.”
Sally, at age 18, was highly educated and intelligent, knowledgeable of world affairs, music, art, literature and dance. She read books from her father’s vast library. She was also feminine, a coquette—and, as yet, unmarried. Many of her friends were not only married but had become parents as well. Not that Sally seemed to mind, for beaux were still plentiful and parties numerous, and she had every material wish fulfilled by her doting father. She spent her days visiting friends, attending teas (often with her mother or sisters) and learning the latest gossip of Williamsburg.
Her evenings were for merriment. It was no surprise when the family received an invitation to attend the Governor’s Ball during the session of 1747. What was serendipitous was that Sally would meet her future husband, George William Fairfax, that evening. As everyone knew, he was from Northern Virginia and lived at the magnificent Belvoir mansion on the Potomac, along with his father, Sir William Fairfax. And he was heir to the famous family title that would one day make him Lord Fairfax.
Sally was expert in dancing, and she dressed expensively, her auburn hair coiffed beautifully by her attendant. She at once caught the eye of the 23-year-old Fairfax. He also caught Sally’s attention, with his powdered wig, handsome evening costume and aristocratic features. Each queried friends about the other. When George William learned that not only were the Cary women beautiful but also from a family of great wealth, property and history (dating back to the 1400s in England, as did his own), he at once asked to call on Sally. He was accepted by the entire family, one of whom informed him, “I know of no family which has ever possessed nobler specimens of womanhood.”
George William was hooked. He at once wrote to his cousin, Robert, in England, the only man who stood between him and the Fairfax title: “Attending here on the General Assembly, I have had several opportunities of visiting Miss Cary, a daughter of Colonel Wilson Cary, and finding her amiable person to answer all the favourable reports made, I addressed myself and having obtained the young lady’s and her parents’ consent, we are to be married on the 17th instant. Colonel Cary wears the same coat of arms as the Lord Hunsdon.”
Col. Cary thoroughly researched the Englishman’s background and happily discovered that not only did he stand to inherit Belvoir, with its 2,700 acres in northern Virginia, but he also owned properties in Yorkshire; the famous Leeds Castle in England was among the Fairfax possessions. Yes, if asked, he would be pleased to hand over his daughter to such a prominent man, never mind that there was an arrogance about the future lord, a noblesse oblige that puzzled some and awed others. Love had little to do with it.
How did Sally react to all this? She was dazzled with the prospects. One day, she reasoned, she would become Lady Fairfax. None of her friends could make such a claim. Belvoir would be her home, to live in, to entertain in, to do with as she liked. She had heard much good about the Fairfax men and their great wealth and position in the colony. And so, on the 17th of December, 1747, she and George William were married and at once left for Belvoir, the mansion perched high on a bluff above the mighty Potomac.
As the coach rounded the curved drive in front of Belvoir, Sally caught her first glimpse of her new home and at once fell in love with it. Built by her father-in-law, Sir William Fairfax, who was still in residence, the mansion was without a hostess as the owner was a widower and lived there with his two sons, George William and young Bryan. His two daughters had married well: Anne to Lawrence Washington, the neighbor at Mt. Vernon, and Sarah to John Carlyle, the merchant prince at Alexandria, short miles from Belvoir.
Seeing Sally’s awe of the mansion, George William is known to have commented, “It’s a nice little cottage in this wooded land.” Indeed. A large hallway ran the width of the home, allowing river breezes to cool the interior. Off the hall were four high-ceilinged rooms, all magnificently furnished with carved mahogany and cherry furniture. Persian rugs covered the hardwood floors, and oil portraits and landscapes hung on the walls. Sally’s own chambers were equally extravagant: There was a great curtained bed with steps leading up to it, a dressing table with large mirror in gilt frame, a chest on chest of drawers, comfortable chairs, a tea table complete with silver tea service and candelabra, and a large fireplace.
While Sally was delighted with the estate, she completely lost her heart to Belvoir’s magnificent flower garden, 160 feet wide and 215 deep. Patterned after a garden in the county of Stirling, Scotland, the garden contained tulips, violets, roses, hollyhocks and her special flower, the daffodil, of various varieties.
Determined not to become overwhelmed by all this grandeur, Sally soon took her place as chatelaine of this new mansion. Neighbors told her that it outshone the other Potomac homes—Mt. Vernon of the Washington family and Gunston Hall, George Mason’s home. Her husband, eager to show off his prized new bride, suggested an evening when she would meet his family and friends from Alexandria and the neighboring area. And they soon came for an evening of festivity, not only including dinner but dancing as well, as was the custom of the times. No one knows exactly what Sally wore that evening to greet her guests, but perhaps it was the gown that would one day be returned with her personal things to the Cary family and now rests, carefully cared for, in the Valentine Richmond History Center in Richmond: an off-white silk brocade gown embroidered with multicolored flowers. Pearls were the fashion, and it is known that Sally had beautiful ones to wear.
And the guests? Among them were John and Sarah Carlyle, her new sister-in-law, with whom Sally would soon become good friends. The Lawrence Washingtons were there as well: Anne Washington, George William’s other sister and, loved to dance as much as Sally did.
With the Washingtons that night came a tall, broad-shouldered young stepbrother, George Washington, who now lived at Mt. Vernon. Lawrence had invited him. The young man stood before Sally, staring at her steadily, for never had he seen such an elegant woman. Manners would have kept Sally from staring back, but briefly she saw the tall 16-year-old, fresh from the farm where he had lived with his mother and other siblings. He was plainly dressed, his dark brown hair drawn back from his strong face in a queue, large hands and feet waiting for the rest of his frame to grow into them, George Washington continued to stare at Sally with a masculine assurance, head held high, looking directly into her eyes with his own of blue-gray.
The evening was lively, with good food, conversation and dance. When it ended, Sally invited George to visit as often as he chose. He chose to visit very often, and was awed by how knowledgeable was the wife of George William. They spoke of books and plays. Sally introduced him to Joseph Addison’s play Cato (1713) and gave him her own copy, which she had brought from Ceelys, to take home and study. George studied it carefully, and when they met again they acted out portions of the drama, with Sally being Marcia and he, Juba. Often and throughout his life, in person and in letter, George would refer to Sally as “Marcia.”
A great friendship sprang up between Sally and Washington. The Fairfax men, Sally soon realized, were eager for the young stepbrother of their neighbor to improve his mind and achieve a career for himself. Unlike his two brothers, George had not had a formal education; his father had died before he could send him to England for schooling. While Lawrence wished that George would follow his own career at sea, George’s mother put an end to that idea. And so now his education would be up to his brother and the Fairfaxes, including Sally.
Sally took her task to heart. She instilled in him a desire to make something of himself. She read to him about famous leaders throughout history, urged him to enter the military and to achieve, achieve, achieve. She helped him with his writing and spelling, and with his manners in social and political situations. In addition to all this, the Fairfax men introduced him to influential military and political leaders. When the Fairfax cousin, Lord Thomas Fairfax, owner of almost all of Northern Virginia and land farther to the west, came to stay at Belvoir for a year, he at once took a liking to young George and wrote to George’s mother, “Young George has what my friend, Mr. Addison, was pleased to call the intellectual conscience. The Lord deliver him from the nets of those spiders, called women, who will cast for his ruin. I wish I could say that he governs his temper for he is subject to attacks of anger on provocation, and sometimes without just cause. But, time will cure him.”
The letter summed up the elderly lord’s opinion of women, for he had never recovered from being jilted on the eve of his own wedding by an Englishwoman. His attitude toward them, however, did not sway young George, who, as everyone knew, had had many youthful crushes on girls. Despite the difference in attitudes, the two men became good friends, and when Lord Thomas asked George to survey his lands to the west, he accepted at once.
This surveying trip, made with Sally’s husband, George William, gave Washington a boost of confidence. He was now earning his own money and gaining a knowledge of terrain he had not visited before. He matured rapidly.
Meanwhile, Sally busied herself with hostess duties. When foreign vessels docked at Alexandria, the ships’ officers were invited to Belvoir for evenings of dinner, dancing and entertainment. Sally, in her finery, the latest fashions from Philadelphia and New York, was at her best. To offer a good table was a point of honor of every hostess, and Sally had been well schooled by her mother. Breads and cakes were baked daily, the woods around Belvoir were full of game and the river with fish, and from farther downstream came oysters and crabs. There were vegetables, grown in the Belvoir garden, as well as wines: Madeira, claret and port were served along with beer made from the native persimmon.
One evening as she danced with George Washington, Sally mentioned that she was surprised at his expertise with the dance. He replied that his mother was an expert dancer and had taught him herself. Sally saw that he knew all the country dances as well as the Virginia reel and needed only a little more teaching about the minuet, which she was happy to provide. If her husband, an undemonstrative man, noticed their closeness, he was tolerant and never voiced an objection.
Not so his younger brother, Bryan. He scolded Sally about her flirtation with George. This annoyed Sally, who told her husband of Bryan’s remarks, and the subsequent rift between the two brothers lasted for quite a time. Sally never really forgave Bryan for what she felt was his intrusion into her life.
By now, George had begun a military career and was being talked about. He was showing great promise as a leader. He would write Sally from various camps where he was on duty, and in one such letter he writes, “I should think our time more agreeably spent, believe me, in playing a part in Cato with myself doubly happy in being the Juba to a Marcia as you must make.” He then quotes from the play: “And in the shock of charging hosts remember what glorious deeds should grace the man who hopes for Marcia’s love.”
When George’s fascination for Sally turned to love, it is not known. But his letters grew warmer as he matured, and when Sally suspected that they were becoming amorous, she suggested that he continue to write but to direct them in care of a friend and she would get them.
When George visited home, he found that Sally was usually busy with her friends. In 1755, he writes her, apparently frustrated: “I have hitherto found it impracticable to engage one moment of your attention. If these are fearful apprehensions only, how easy to remove my suspicions, enliven my spirits and make me happier than the day is long by honoring me with a correspondence which you did partly promise to do.”
Sally, not wanting him to stop writing or visiting, continued to receive his letters and visits. Each time she inspired him to climb higher, telling him he was destined for greatness. And each time his passion for her grew—though he held these emotions under a rigid control, for now was not the time to express his feelings. Yet, years later, he would speak to Martha Washington’s granddaughter and say, “In the human being there is a good deal of inflammable matter, however dormant it may be for a time, but when the torch is put to it, that which is within you may burst into flame.”
And that is what eventually happened to the young soldier. His friends, including Sally, felt it was time for him to marry. Realizing that things were getting too heated in their relationship, Sally decided to make a visit home to Ceelys, but not before she received another letter from George. It read, “I beg to know when you set out for Hampton and when you expect to return to Belvoir. I shall thereby hope for your return before I get down, for the disappointment of not seeing your family would give me much concern.”
At Ceelys, Sally returned to the life of carefree youth, with parties, dinners and no responsibility, if only for a little while. Then her life began to unravel: After only several days of illness, her father-in-law died and was buried on Belvoir land. (A monument stands at the gravesite today in his memory.) Shortly after his death and Sally’s return to Belvoir, George William left for a stay in England, worried that there was a conspiracy to rob him of his Yorkshire lands. Sally, devastated by the death of Sir William and lonely at Belvoir after her husband’s departure, wrote in the Fairfax family book, “Misfortune seldom comes alone. We do not ever appreciate something until we have lost it.”
These forlorn days gave Sally much time for introspection and improving her garden. But her eyes would turn toward Mt. Vernon. In her grief, her heart reached out to Washington, but her mind told her that relationship could never be. She was now a Fairfax, and a Fairfax she must remain. Sally decided what she must do: Encourage her young lover to find a wife. For in the near future, she realized, her life would most likely be in England with her husband. In America, there was also increasing talk of independence.
George Washington, meanwhile, struggled with his own emotions. He reached the conclusion that no matter how he felt about Sally, there was no future for them. The wife of his best friend, the future Lady Fairfax, what could he offer her? They would be ostracized by society if their relationship went any further. The last time he had visited Sally, she told him that he must transmute his feelings into his career. He would do that, but not before expressing his true feelings for her. He would allow, this one time, his emotions to have free rein, and then go on with his life.
On November 25, 1758, George Washington fought for the last time under the British colors when he planted the flag on the ruins of Fort Duquesne. He returned to Mt. Vernon and wrote his famous letter to Sally Fairfax, one she would forever treasure. He then married a sweet young widow, Martha Custis, whom he had met and spent some time with. By making her his wife, on January 6, 1759, Washington added to his fortune at least $100,000. The new Martha Washington, with her two small children, would provide him with a home life such as he had never known. He, in turn, was becoming nationally recognized, was an excellent business manager and would always respect her as his lady and wife.
His letter to Sally Fairfax apparently was in answer to her own to him congratulating him on his forthcoming marriage:
...Tis true I profess myself a votary to love. I acknowledge that a Lady is in the case: and, further, I confess that this Lady is known to you. Yes, Madam, as well as she is to one who is too sensible of her Charms to deny the Power whose influence he feels and must ever submit to. I feel the force of her amiable beauties in the recollection of a thousand tender passages that I could wish to obliterate till I am bid to revive them; but Experience alas alas! sadly reminds me how impossible this is, and evinces an Opinion, which I have long entertained, that there is a Destiny which has the sovereign control of our actions, not to be resisted by the strongest efforts of Human Nature.
You have drawn me, my dear Madam, or rather have I drawn myself, into an honest confession of a Simple fact. Misconstrue not my meaning, ‘tis obvious; doubt it not, nor expose it. The world has no business to know the object of my love, declared in this manner to you, when I want to conceal it. One thing, above all things, in this World I wish to know and only one person of your acquaintance can solve me that, or guess my meaning—but adieu to this till happier times, if ever I shall see them. …
Sally, ever conscious of the troubles any new letters could create, pretended not to understand his confession—his allusions to her. This indifference prompted another letter from Washington: “Do we still misunderstand the true meaning of each other’s letters? I think it must appear so, tho I would feign hope the contrary, as I cannot speak plainer without—but I’ll say no more and leave you to guess the rest.”
After Washington brought his bride back to Mt. Vernon, Sally and Martha became friends and spent many evenings at both George’s home and at Belvoir. The women were both secure in their life stations; Sally, with wealth and future title, was a respectable married woman who was also secretly sure of Washington’s passionate love. Martha, now Mrs. George Washington, was equally sure of Washington’s devotion, for she had not only provided him with a fortune but an already made family, and he adored her children. So the two women were content in their friendship.
George William, meanwhile, grew increasingly nervous about his English landholdings. He insisted that he and Sally go to England. He hoped to return to America at a later date. He placed the renting of Belvoir in the hands of his friend, Washington, and Sally and he sailed for England in 1773. First they went to London for a short time, then on to Yorkshire, where he renovated the house and purchased his “coach and six.” Still, he was the object of great antipathy, and soon George William wrote to Washington, saying they were obliged to leave Yorkshire, to sell his “coach and six” and to get out of the way of his relatives there, who gladly would have turned him over to the authorities and usurped his lands. He admitted that at any time he expected to be seized by the authorities and had only recently been saved from persecution by a relative with influence with the court.
While Washington’s star ascended, and he became famous and wealthy, Sally’s star plummeted. The Fairfaxes relocated to Bath, England, and a greatly reduced lifestyle. She was unhappy with her servants who “carry themselves very high and are insolent above all description.” British women snubbed her, and she had few friends. Sally, the proud daughter of Col. Cary—Sally, the Williamsburg belle and mistress of Belvoir, the love of George Washington—was saddened and humbled, and further devastated when her husband died in 1787. And then her own health began to decline. Lonely, she wrote to her sister-in-law in Virginia: “Weeping has robbed me of sight. There was a time of my life when I should not have been well pleased to hear of the union between a daughter of yours and Mr. – but, thank God, I have outlived those prejudices of education and know now that the worthy man is to be preferred to the high born who has not merit to recommend him.”
Sally’s dreams had crumbled. She never became Lady Fairfax. That honor would pass to her sister, Elizabeth, who married Sally’s brother-in-law Bryan, who received the family title.
Alone now in a foreign land, Sally’s auburn hair turned to silver. Her fingers became stiff with arthritis, and her feet suffered with gout. She still had the proud bearing of an aristocrat, however, and welcomed the visits of what few friends she had. She knew that Belvoir had burned, in 1783, and any hopes of returning there were gone. She wrote to her sister-in-law in Virginia that she longed to return, but her health “would not permit” her to cross the Atlantic again. She also knew that if she could return, she would have to live on the generosity of her family, for she had few funds of her own.
George Washington died in 1799. Martha Washington died in 1802. Sally Fairfax died at her home in England in 1811. No friends or family were with her at the time, and only her servants attended her. Her coffin was carried down to the quaint, small church at Writhington, in Somerset, and her body laid to rest next to that of her husband.
Perhaps one thought had sustained her into old age: that she, in her own way, a way she would never divulge to anyone, had taken a bright country youth under her wing while living at Belvoir. She had taught him manners, how to dress, how to write and spell correctly, how to dance formally, and especially how to choose and to read the classics. Even more, she’d taught him how to set goals for himself and aim high in life, which would enhance his career. And it was she who had taught him how to act around gentlewomen, how to court a lady. She had taught him the art of love, until she knew he was ready to make a good marriage and treat a wife properly.
And Washington? As with all things, he had faced his personal life with both honesty and courage. So the question remains: Had he not loved Sally so passionately, could he have loved Martha so well?
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If there is a ghost at the Fort Belvoir military base in Northern Virginia, it is that of Sally Fairfax, wandering about her garden, admiring her favorite daffodils while eagerly listening for the sound of hoofbeats and the approach of her young caller: George Washington.
In the spring, the daffodils still bloom, but Belvoir is no more. Long ago, the charred ruins of the lovely mansion crumbled to the ground along with its memories of candlelit balls and the sounds of coaches on cobblestone. Yet a love story remains. It is little known and less spoken of, but still an integral part of America’s colonial history. It is a chapter in the life of the American hero, George Washington, who loved, passionately, the lady at Belvoir his neighbor and the wife of his best friend, George William Fairfax. Proper credit has never been given Sally for the important role she played in Washington’s early life. Instead, she has been regarded mainly as a flirtatious Southern belle, a brainless beauty. Untrue!
The eldest and most fascinating of the four daughters of Col. Wilson Cary, owner of Ceelys Plantation near Hampton, Sally was born in 1730 to great wealth and luxury. The Cary plantation was the center of society along the lower James River. Gentry from near and far often visited, as did officers from foreign ships that sailed into port.
As the colonel was a member of the Virginia House of Burgesses, the family, during sessions, stayed at their Williamsburg townhouse and took advantage of the town’s many social events, including Assembly balls at the Governor’s Palace. A strict guardian of his four pretty daughters—Sally (Sarah), Mary, Anne and Elizabeth—the colonel was quick to discourage any suitor who was not wealthy, not from a prominent family or otherwise unacceptable as a future son-in-law. He was particularly selective of Sally’s beaux for, as everyone knew, she was his favorite. He had personally overseen her education. Let a man without wealth or family background approach the colonel for permission to call upon Sally, and he would be sent packing with the words, “If that is your mission here, sir, you may as well order your horse. My daughter is accustomed to her coach and six.”
Sally, at age 18, was highly educated and intelligent, knowledgeable of world affairs, music, art, literature and dance. She read books from her father’s vast library. She was also feminine, a coquette—and, as yet, unmarried. Many of her friends were not only married but had become parents as well. Not that Sally seemed to mind, for beaux were still plentiful and parties numerous, and she had every material wish fulfilled by her doting father. She spent her days visiting friends, attending teas (often with her mother or sisters) and learning the latest gossip of Williamsburg.
Her evenings were for merriment. It was no surprise when the family received an invitation to attend the Governor’s Ball during the session of 1747. What was serendipitous was that Sally would meet her future husband, George William Fairfax, that evening. As everyone knew, he was from Northern Virginia and lived at the magnificent Belvoir mansion on the Potomac, along with his father, Sir William Fairfax. And he was heir to the famous family title that would one day make him Lord Fairfax.
Sally was expert in dancing, and she dressed expensively, her auburn hair coiffed beautifully by her attendant. She at once caught the eye of the 23-year-old Fairfax. He also caught Sally’s attention, with his powdered wig, handsome evening costume and aristocratic features. Each queried friends about the other. When George William learned that not only were the Cary women beautiful but also from a family of great wealth, property and history (dating back to the 1400s in England, as did his own), he at once asked to call on Sally. He was accepted by the entire family, one of whom informed him, “I know of no family which has ever possessed nobler specimens of womanhood.”
George William was hooked. He at once wrote to his cousin, Robert, in England, the only man who stood between him and the Fairfax title: “Attending here on the General Assembly, I have had several opportunities of visiting Miss Cary, a daughter of Colonel Wilson Cary, and finding her amiable person to answer all the favourable reports made, I addressed myself and having obtained the young lady’s and her parents’ consent, we are to be married on the 17th instant. Colonel Cary wears the same coat of arms as the Lord Hunsdon.”
Col. Cary thoroughly researched the Englishman’s background and happily discovered that not only did he stand to inherit Belvoir, with its 2,700 acres in northern Virginia, but he also owned properties in Yorkshire; the famous Leeds Castle in England was among the Fairfax possessions. Yes, if asked, he would be pleased to hand over his daughter to such a prominent man, never mind that there was an arrogance about the future lord, a noblesse oblige that puzzled some and awed others. Love had little to do with it.
How did Sally react to all this? She was dazzled with the prospects. One day, she reasoned, she would become Lady Fairfax. None of her friends could make such a claim. Belvoir would be her home, to live in, to entertain in, to do with as she liked. She had heard much good about the Fairfax men and their great wealth and position in the colony. And so, on the 17th of December, 1747, she and George William were married and at once left for Belvoir, the mansion perched high on a bluff above the mighty Potomac.
As the coach rounded the curved drive in front of Belvoir, Sally caught her first glimpse of her new home and at once fell in love with it. Built by her father-in-law, Sir William Fairfax, who was still in residence, the mansion was without a hostess as the owner was a widower and lived there with his two sons, George William and young Bryan. His two daughters had married well: Anne to Lawrence Washington, the neighbor at Mt. Vernon, and Sarah to John Carlyle, the merchant prince at Alexandria, short miles from Belvoir.
Seeing Sally’s awe of the mansion, George William is known to have commented, “It’s a nice little cottage in this wooded land.” Indeed. A large hallway ran the width of the home, allowing river breezes to cool the interior. Off the hall were four high-ceilinged rooms, all magnificently furnished with carved mahogany and cherry furniture. Persian rugs covered the hardwood floors, and oil portraits and landscapes hung on the walls. Sally’s own chambers were equally extravagant: There was a great curtained bed with steps leading up to it, a dressing table with large mirror in gilt frame, a chest on chest of drawers, comfortable chairs, a tea table complete with silver tea service and candelabra, and a large fireplace.
While Sally was delighted with the estate, she completely lost her heart to Belvoir’s magnificent flower garden, 160 feet wide and 215 deep. Patterned after a garden in the county of Stirling, Scotland, the garden contained tulips, violets, roses, hollyhocks and her special flower, the daffodil, of various varieties.
Determined not to become overwhelmed by all this grandeur, Sally soon took her place as chatelaine of this new mansion. Neighbors told her that it outshone the other Potomac homes—Mt. Vernon of the Washington family and Gunston Hall, George Mason’s home. Her husband, eager to show off his prized new bride, suggested an evening when she would meet his family and friends from Alexandria and the neighboring area. And they soon came for an evening of festivity, not only including dinner but dancing as well, as was the custom of the times. No one knows exactly what Sally wore that evening to greet her guests, but perhaps it was the gown that would one day be returned with her personal things to the Cary family and now rests, carefully cared for, in the Valentine Richmond History Center in Richmond: an off-white silk brocade gown embroidered with multicolored flowers. Pearls were the fashion, and it is known that Sally had beautiful ones to wear.
And the guests? Among them were John and Sarah Carlyle, her new sister-in-law, with whom Sally would soon become good friends. The Lawrence Washingtons were there as well: Anne Washington, George William’s other sister and, loved to dance as much as Sally did.
With the Washingtons that night came a tall, broad-shouldered young stepbrother, George Washington, who now lived at Mt. Vernon. Lawrence had invited him. The young man stood before Sally, staring at her steadily, for never had he seen such an elegant woman. Manners would have kept Sally from staring back, but briefly she saw the tall 16-year-old, fresh from the farm where he had lived with his mother and other siblings. He was plainly dressed, his dark brown hair drawn back from his strong face in a queue, large hands and feet waiting for the rest of his frame to grow into them, George Washington continued to stare at Sally with a masculine assurance, head held high, looking directly into her eyes with his own of blue-gray.
The evening was lively, with good food, conversation and dance. When it ended, Sally invited George to visit as often as he chose. He chose to visit very often, and was awed by how knowledgeable was the wife of George William. They spoke of books and plays. Sally introduced him to Joseph Addison’s play Cato (1713) and gave him her own copy, which she had brought from Ceelys, to take home and study. George studied it carefully, and when they met again they acted out portions of the drama, with Sally being Marcia and he, Juba. Often and throughout his life, in person and in letter, George would refer to Sally as “Marcia.”
A great friendship sprang up between Sally and Washington. The Fairfax men, Sally soon realized, were eager for the young stepbrother of their neighbor to improve his mind and achieve a career for himself. Unlike his two brothers, George had not had a formal education; his father had died before he could send him to England for schooling. While Lawrence wished that George would follow his own career at sea, George’s mother put an end to that idea. And so now his education would be up to his brother and the Fairfaxes, including Sally.
Sally took her task to heart. She instilled in him a desire to make something of himself. She read to him about famous leaders throughout history, urged him to enter the military and to achieve, achieve, achieve. She helped him with his writing and spelling, and with his manners in social and political situations. In addition to all this, the Fairfax men introduced him to influential military and political leaders. When the Fairfax cousin, Lord Thomas Fairfax, owner of almost all of Northern Virginia and land farther to the west, came to stay at Belvoir for a year, he at once took a liking to young George and wrote to George’s mother, “Young George has what my friend, Mr. Addison, was pleased to call the intellectual conscience. The Lord deliver him from the nets of those spiders, called women, who will cast for his ruin. I wish I could say that he governs his temper for he is subject to attacks of anger on provocation, and sometimes without just cause. But, time will cure him.”
The letter summed up the elderly lord’s opinion of women, for he had never recovered from being jilted on the eve of his own wedding by an Englishwoman. His attitude toward them, however, did not sway young George, who, as everyone knew, had had many youthful crushes on girls. Despite the difference in attitudes, the two men became good friends, and when Lord Thomas asked George to survey his lands to the west, he accepted at once.
This surveying trip, made with Sally’s husband, George William, gave Washington a boost of confidence. He was now earning his own money and gaining a knowledge of terrain he had not visited before. He matured rapidly.
Meanwhile, Sally busied herself with hostess duties. When foreign vessels docked at Alexandria, the ships’ officers were invited to Belvoir for evenings of dinner, dancing and entertainment. Sally, in her finery, the latest fashions from Philadelphia and New York, was at her best. To offer a good table was a point of honor of every hostess, and Sally had been well schooled by her mother. Breads and cakes were baked daily, the woods around Belvoir were full of game and the river with fish, and from farther downstream came oysters and crabs. There were vegetables, grown in the Belvoir garden, as well as wines: Madeira, claret and port were served along with beer made from the native persimmon.
One evening as she danced with George Washington, Sally mentioned that she was surprised at his expertise with the dance. He replied that his mother was an expert dancer and had taught him herself. Sally saw that he knew all the country dances as well as the Virginia reel and needed only a little more teaching about the minuet, which she was happy to provide. If her husband, an undemonstrative man, noticed their closeness, he was tolerant and never voiced an objection.
Not so his younger brother, Bryan. He scolded Sally about her flirtation with George. This annoyed Sally, who told her husband of Bryan’s remarks, and the subsequent rift between the two brothers lasted for quite a time. Sally never really forgave Bryan for what she felt was his intrusion into her life.
By now, George had begun a military career and was being talked about. He was showing great promise as a leader. He would write Sally from various camps where he was on duty, and in one such letter he writes, “I should think our time more agreeably spent, believe me, in playing a part in Cato with myself doubly happy in being the Juba to a Marcia as you must make.” He then quotes from the play: “And in the shock of charging hosts remember what glorious deeds should grace the man who hopes for Marcia’s love.”
When George’s fascination for Sally turned to love, it is not known. But his letters grew warmer as he matured, and when Sally suspected that they were becoming amorous, she suggested that he continue to write but to direct them in care of a friend and she would get them.
When George visited home, he found that Sally was usually busy with her friends. In 1755, he writes her, apparently frustrated: “I have hitherto found it impracticable to engage one moment of your attention. If these are fearful apprehensions only, how easy to remove my suspicions, enliven my spirits and make me happier than the day is long by honoring me with a correspondence which you did partly promise to do.”
Sally, not wanting him to stop writing or visiting, continued to receive his letters and visits. Each time she inspired him to climb higher, telling him he was destined for greatness. And each time his passion for her grew—though he held these emotions under a rigid control, for now was not the time to express his feelings. Yet, years later, he would speak to Martha Washington’s granddaughter and say, “In the human being there is a good deal of inflammable matter, however dormant it may be for a time, but when the torch is put to it, that which is within you may burst into flame.”
And that is what eventually happened to the young soldier. His friends, including Sally, felt it was time for him to marry. Realizing that things were getting too heated in their relationship, Sally decided to make a visit home to Ceelys, but not before she received another letter from George. It read, “I beg to know when you set out for Hampton and when you expect to return to Belvoir. I shall thereby hope for your return before I get down, for the disappointment of not seeing your family would give me much concern.”
At Ceelys, Sally returned to the life of carefree youth, with parties, dinners and no responsibility, if only for a little while. Then her life began to unravel: After only several days of illness, her father-in-law died and was buried on Belvoir land. (A monument stands at the gravesite today in his memory.) Shortly after his death and Sally’s return to Belvoir, George William left for a stay in England, worried that there was a conspiracy to rob him of his Yorkshire lands. Sally, devastated by the death of Sir William and lonely at Belvoir after her husband’s departure, wrote in the Fairfax family book, “Misfortune seldom comes alone. We do not ever appreciate something until we have lost it.”
These forlorn days gave Sally much time for introspection and improving her garden. But her eyes would turn toward Mt. Vernon. In her grief, her heart reached out to Washington, but her mind told her that relationship could never be. She was now a Fairfax, and a Fairfax she must remain. Sally decided what she must do: Encourage her young lover to find a wife. For in the near future, she realized, her life would most likely be in England with her husband. In America, there was also increasing talk of independence.
George Washington, meanwhile, struggled with his own emotions. He reached the conclusion that no matter how he felt about Sally, there was no future for them. The wife of his best friend, the future Lady Fairfax, what could he offer her? They would be ostracized by society if their relationship went any further. The last time he had visited Sally, she told him that he must transmute his feelings into his career. He would do that, but not before expressing his true feelings for her. He would allow, this one time, his emotions to have free rein, and then go on with his life.
On November 25, 1758, George Washington fought for the last time under the British colors when he planted the flag on the ruins of Fort Duquesne. He returned to Mt. Vernon and wrote his famous letter to Sally Fairfax, one she would forever treasure. He then married a sweet young widow, Martha Custis, whom he had met and spent some time with. By making her his wife, on January 6, 1759, Washington added to his fortune at least $100,000. The new Martha Washington, with her two small children, would provide him with a home life such as he had never known. He, in turn, was becoming nationally recognized, was an excellent business manager and would always respect her as his lady and wife.
His letter to Sally Fairfax apparently was in answer to her own to him congratulating him on his forthcoming marriage:
...Tis true I profess myself a votary to love. I acknowledge that a Lady is in the case: and, further, I confess that this Lady is known to you. Yes, Madam, as well as she is to one who is too sensible of her Charms to deny the Power whose influence he feels and must ever submit to. I feel the force of her amiable beauties in the recollection of a thousand tender passages that I could wish to obliterate till I am bid to revive them; but Experience alas alas! sadly reminds me how impossible this is, and evinces an Opinion, which I have long entertained, that there is a Destiny which has the sovereign control of our actions, not to be resisted by the strongest efforts of Human Nature.
You have drawn me, my dear Madam, or rather have I drawn myself, into an honest confession of a Simple fact. Misconstrue not my meaning, ‘tis obvious; doubt it not, nor expose it. The world has no business to know the object of my love, declared in this manner to you, when I want to conceal it. One thing, above all things, in this World I wish to know and only one person of your acquaintance can solve me that, or guess my meaning—but adieu to this till happier times, if ever I shall see them. …
Sally, ever conscious of the troubles any new letters could create, pretended not to understand his confession—his allusions to her. This indifference prompted another letter from Washington: “Do we still misunderstand the true meaning of each other’s letters? I think it must appear so, tho I would feign hope the contrary, as I cannot speak plainer without—but I’ll say no more and leave you to guess the rest.”
After Washington brought his bride back to Mt. Vernon, Sally and Martha became friends and spent many evenings at both George’s home and at Belvoir. The women were both secure in their life stations; Sally, with wealth and future title, was a respectable married woman who was also secretly sure of Washington’s passionate love. Martha, now Mrs. George Washington, was equally sure of Washington’s devotion, for she had not only provided him with a fortune but an already made family, and he adored her children. So the two women were content in their friendship.
George William, meanwhile, grew increasingly nervous about his English landholdings. He insisted that he and Sally go to England. He hoped to return to America at a later date. He placed the renting of Belvoir in the hands of his friend, Washington, and Sally and he sailed for England in 1773. First they went to London for a short time, then on to Yorkshire, where he renovated the house and purchased his “coach and six.” Still, he was the object of great antipathy, and soon George William wrote to Washington, saying they were obliged to leave Yorkshire, to sell his “coach and six” and to get out of the way of his relatives there, who gladly would have turned him over to the authorities and usurped his lands. He admitted that at any time he expected to be seized by the authorities and had only recently been saved from persecution by a relative with influence with the court.
While Washington’s star ascended, and he became famous and wealthy, Sally’s star plummeted. The Fairfaxes relocated to Bath, England, and a greatly reduced lifestyle. She was unhappy with her servants who “carry themselves very high and are insolent above all description.” British women snubbed her, and she had few friends. Sally, the proud daughter of Col. Cary—Sally, the Williamsburg belle and mistress of Belvoir, the love of George Washington—was saddened and humbled, and further devastated when her husband died in 1787. And then her own health began to decline. Lonely, she wrote to her sister-in-law in Virginia: “Weeping has robbed me of sight. There was a time of my life when I should not have been well pleased to hear of the union between a daughter of yours and Mr. – but, thank God, I have outlived those prejudices of education and know now that the worthy man is to be preferred to the high born who has not merit to recommend him.”
Sally’s dreams had crumbled. She never became Lady Fairfax. That honor would pass to her sister, Elizabeth, who married Sally’s brother-in-law Bryan, who received the family title.
Alone now in a foreign land, Sally’s auburn hair turned to silver. Her fingers became stiff with arthritis, and her feet suffered with gout. She still had the proud bearing of an aristocrat, however, and welcomed the visits of what few friends she had. She knew that Belvoir had burned, in 1783, and any hopes of returning there were gone. She wrote to her sister-in-law in Virginia that she longed to return, but her health “would not permit” her to cross the Atlantic again. She also knew that if she could return, she would have to live on the generosity of her family, for she had few funds of her own.
George Washington died in 1799. Martha Washington died in 1802. Sally Fairfax died at her home in England in 1811. No friends or family were with her at the time, and only her servants attended her. Her coffin was carried down to the quaint, small church at Writhington, in Somerset, and her body laid to rest next to that of her husband.
Perhaps one thought had sustained her into old age: that she, in her own way, a way she would never divulge to anyone, had taken a bright country youth under her wing while living at Belvoir. She had taught him manners, how to dress, how to write and spell correctly, how to dance formally, and especially how to choose and to read the classics. Even more, she’d taught him how to set goals for himself and aim high in life, which would enhance his career. And it was she who had taught him how to act around gentlewomen, how to court a lady. She had taught him the art of love, until she knew he was ready to make a good marriage and treat a wife properly.
And Washington? As with all things, he had faced his personal life with both honesty and courage. So the question remains: Had he not loved Sally so passionately, could he have loved Martha so well?
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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Date: July 22, 2014 07:29AM
Back in the 1950's my relatives had their house torn down because it was so badly haunted. They could no longer handle living there and couldn't sell it because it had gained a reputation. It's now a restaurant.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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EOD building @ Ft. Belvoir
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Date: July 22, 2014 01:58PM
The EOD building at Ft. Belvoir is haunted, everyone that I know who was stationed there says the place is freaky and a few techs that I know saw a mist floating around - these techs I wouldn't hesitate in a second to go downrange with and were not bullshit artists.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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sad but true
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Date: July 22, 2014 02:18PM
I work in a hospital, and in a place where death is common, I kind of learned how to just shrug things off and move on. This is different, and kind of both creeps me out, and brings tears to my eyes.
A cardiologist at our hospital died a couple of weeks ago. His house caught on fire. His wife, along with their 2 children also died during the accident. All four of them were found in the bedroom hugging each other.
There’s this kid, 7 years old, his doctor was a pediatrician at our hospital, been there a lot actually. The pediatrician was at a loss to with what to do with the kid. He was brought there by his mother, because the kid insisted he has been talking to his father a lot. His father died a couple years ago, and I’m not sure how or why. The pediatrician found nothing wrong with the kid.
A couple of days ago. the kid insisted on seeing his pediatric doctor, he didn’t say why, but was persistent. He kept bugging his mom to bring him to the doctor immediately. End of the day, she brings his kid to the hospital. Upon entering, the kid just stopped. In the lobby there was a photo of the deceased cardiologist, with flowers and well wishes. The kid sees it and tugs at his mom, “That’s the guy who talked to me a couple of days ago, he told me to tell [pediatric doctor] not to cry anymore, he said they’re all ok and happy.” So the mom takes the kid to his doctor, and the pediatric doctor is just, shocked and overwhelmed at the same time. The pediatric doctor was close friends with the cardiologist, and have been in a sad state these past couple of days.
The part that freaks me out is that the cardiologist never met the kid patient ever. I do believe that science can explain most things, but maybe not everything. If there was an “I see dead people kid” in real life, I’d bet that’s the kid.
A cardiologist at our hospital died a couple of weeks ago. His house caught on fire. His wife, along with their 2 children also died during the accident. All four of them were found in the bedroom hugging each other.
There’s this kid, 7 years old, his doctor was a pediatrician at our hospital, been there a lot actually. The pediatrician was at a loss to with what to do with the kid. He was brought there by his mother, because the kid insisted he has been talking to his father a lot. His father died a couple years ago, and I’m not sure how or why. The pediatrician found nothing wrong with the kid.
A couple of days ago. the kid insisted on seeing his pediatric doctor, he didn’t say why, but was persistent. He kept bugging his mom to bring him to the doctor immediately. End of the day, she brings his kid to the hospital. Upon entering, the kid just stopped. In the lobby there was a photo of the deceased cardiologist, with flowers and well wishes. The kid sees it and tugs at his mom, “That’s the guy who talked to me a couple of days ago, he told me to tell [pediatric doctor] not to cry anymore, he said they’re all ok and happy.” So the mom takes the kid to his doctor, and the pediatric doctor is just, shocked and overwhelmed at the same time. The pediatric doctor was close friends with the cardiologist, and have been in a sad state these past couple of days.
The part that freaks me out is that the cardiologist never met the kid patient ever. I do believe that science can explain most things, but maybe not everything. If there was an “I see dead people kid” in real life, I’d bet that’s the kid.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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Marriott Manassas Battlefield
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Date: July 26, 2014 12:07AM
I stayed at an Inn by Marriott Manassas Battlefield Park. I checked in the room, put my suit case down, and met friends for dinner. When I returned the bottom drawer where the TV sat was pulled out. Nothing was missing in the room. I called the front desk and requested a room change. The room was changed to the third floor. On the nightstand near the bed I placed phone to charge, my glasses, a bottle of water, and my purse. I went to sleep and woke up to go to bathroom. Purse on nightstand went missing. I looked around the room and then saw a lump in the bed. My purse was in the bed with the covers over it. It was really strange. When I went to sleep, the purse was on the night stand. Understand that Manassas Battlefield Park is 1.2 miles away.
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my ghost experience
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Date: July 26, 2014 07:52AM
Wow great site! Loved reading all the stories and have one of my own....Over thirty years ago before my first husband and I were married I lived with my soon to be ex-sister-in-law for about a month in Fredericksburg VA. Her and her husband built their house over at Twin Lakes which during the war between the states was a battle medical area and weapons storage. At least, that was what I was told. One night when the family went to the beach only me and two nephews were staying at the house. I was sleeping in my sister-in-law's daughter's room. In the middle of the night I was awaken for no apparent reason. I rolled over to my side to face a large picture window with closed curtains. It must have been a full moon because I can see the brightness of the moon through the curtains. Then suddenly I saw a shadow of what looked like a man crouching down with a rifle walking across the window outside wearing a flat type of cap that later I recognized as a confederate or union cap. I was frozen in my bed and very scared, but I rolled back over. I put the covers over my head and went back to sleep knowing that if he tried to get in the security alarm would be activated. Ironically, after that time I told my husband's family, and they told me about seeing shadows, hearing footsteps coming up the stairs from the basement and coming down the hall. Many years later when my son from that marriage grew to manhood he told me that he would hear footsteps and weird things happen at aunt Pat's house.
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Posted by:
i did too
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Date: July 27, 2014 08:06PM
Massanutten Military Academy Wrote:
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> Some years ago when I was a cadet at the
> Massanutten military Academy and I saw some ghost
> sightings on the fourth floor of benchoff hall and
> Harrison hall. Also I heard voices and saw stuff
> in the basement of Sperry hall (under the former
> quartermaster) I believe they are more like evil
> spirits than ghosts because when they are sighted
> it feels ice cold and you feel like your soul is
> being dragged out of your body.
I was at Massanutten Military Academy as a cadet for summer school on the fourth floor of Benchoff, when at 3 am in the morning a ghost child crawled in my window (on the fourth floor) and crawled out my door. I was absolutely horrified.
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> Some years ago when I was a cadet at the
> Massanutten military Academy and I saw some ghost
> sightings on the fourth floor of benchoff hall and
> Harrison hall. Also I heard voices and saw stuff
> in the basement of Sperry hall (under the former
> quartermaster) I believe they are more like evil
> spirits than ghosts because when they are sighted
> it feels ice cold and you feel like your soul is
> being dragged out of your body.
I was at Massanutten Military Academy as a cadet for summer school on the fourth floor of Benchoff, when at 3 am in the morning a ghost child crawled in my window (on the fourth floor) and crawled out my door. I was absolutely horrified.
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Posted by:
amanda
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Date: August 02, 2014 02:42PM
When I was a young girl I lived in this little house on TC Walker in Gloucester Va. It was me, my mom, and now step dad. Well every night around midnight I would wake up screaming and running to my mom's room complaining about a man being in my room. Cops were called, and they said there was no sign of any break in or man. Every night for months this happened. I would wake up to my toys being played with and the old man wanting to play. My mom was getting frustrated and wanted to see for herself. She stayed the night in my room with me, and yet again around midnight she woke up to me talking to somebody telling them I did not want to play and that I wanted to go to sleep. She then saw my toys going off.
Well after that we moved. We then got a phone call from the people that moved in after us asking if any of the family saw an old man. My mom explained the situation and sure enough the people were experiencing it too. Well, mom called the realtor and sure enough an old man died in my room around midnight. He was really sick and could never have children although he absolutely adored children. His room was turned into a hospital room (almost. ) My mom eventually found a newspaper clipping of the man and studied it with my dad and hid it. Well they asked me what he had looked like, and I was able to describe him to a t at the age of 8.
Well after that we moved. We then got a phone call from the people that moved in after us asking if any of the family saw an old man. My mom explained the situation and sure enough the people were experiencing it too. Well, mom called the realtor and sure enough an old man died in my room around midnight. He was really sick and could never have children although he absolutely adored children. His room was turned into a hospital room (almost. ) My mom eventually found a newspaper clipping of the man and studied it with my dad and hid it. Well they asked me what he had looked like, and I was able to describe him to a t at the age of 8.
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Posted by:
ghosts in house
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Date: August 03, 2014 06:17PM
My sister and brother-in-law lived just down the road from the Manassas battle field and hospital. I just thought it was so wonderful and so much history when I grew up in PA. I vacationed in a place called Shenandoah Acres in Stuarts Draft, VA. My wife and I were helping them to move after twenty years. We were there for a few days. It is a two-story home with a large basement which was all redone with a wine room and a pool table and big sofa, where I had slept one night. That night I was awakened by a severe cramp in the end of my toe next to my big toe on my right foot that was on the arm of the sofa uncovered. I then fell asleep to be a woken up again. I wiggled it around, and I fell asleep to the same pain again covering it up thinking it was just cold. I fell asleep. Then awoke to my water bottle made a pop sound which I heard before at other times, but I heard it again a few minutes later. I was so tired that I dosed off and was awoken again by the same type of noise. I then took a drink and also blew air into it. Then I went to the restroom straight ahead on the left about ten feet away.
I also left the fan on and the door cracked a little, a humming noise helped me to sleep sometimes. I swear I could hear other loud noises coming from the room to my left with the door closed and to my right where the only light on coming from the television and the night light coming through the two windows from behind me. Time had gone by dosing to the clack of a pool table ball, I thought. I had gotten up to shut off the fan to the restroom, just sat on the couch covering up with the blanket, and heard a clack again then noises like someone was up stairs walking around. I then got up and turned the lights on yelling and realizing that there was a entity or two or maybe three with me. Everything was in boxes thirty or so to the right behind a closed door and many boxes to the left and behind me under the pool table. I looked around and did not see anything but got the hell out of there.
Now sitting on the couch up in the family room very quiet thinking about what just happened, I saw a limb on a tree move up and down erratic. I had gotten up to look. I saw no wind, no bird, or squirrel. About that time my father-in-law had gotten up. Now it's five o'clock; he had come downstairs to read his bible in the other room. Then I guess I fell asleep till eight o'clock. The same morning I had confronted my sister and brother-in-law about what happened to me, and they looked at each other and said they thought the house was still settling. They had strange things break on them at night especially in the basement. They never saw anything at all, but they were glad to move out of there.
I also left the fan on and the door cracked a little, a humming noise helped me to sleep sometimes. I swear I could hear other loud noises coming from the room to my left with the door closed and to my right where the only light on coming from the television and the night light coming through the two windows from behind me. Time had gone by dosing to the clack of a pool table ball, I thought. I had gotten up to shut off the fan to the restroom, just sat on the couch covering up with the blanket, and heard a clack again then noises like someone was up stairs walking around. I then got up and turned the lights on yelling and realizing that there was a entity or two or maybe three with me. Everything was in boxes thirty or so to the right behind a closed door and many boxes to the left and behind me under the pool table. I looked around and did not see anything but got the hell out of there.
Now sitting on the couch up in the family room very quiet thinking about what just happened, I saw a limb on a tree move up and down erratic. I had gotten up to look. I saw no wind, no bird, or squirrel. About that time my father-in-law had gotten up. Now it's five o'clock; he had come downstairs to read his bible in the other room. Then I guess I fell asleep till eight o'clock. The same morning I had confronted my sister and brother-in-law about what happened to me, and they looked at each other and said they thought the house was still settling. They had strange things break on them at night especially in the basement. They never saw anything at all, but they were glad to move out of there.
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Posted by:
battlefield ghost video
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Date: August 09, 2014 02:43PM
I found this video on youtube and it has a ghost on the tape while they were filming out at Manassas battlefield.......
My family and I were on vacation in DC and we went to the Manassas battlefield. We video taped there, and later that day we were watching the tape and we noticed the woman dressed in white walking along the fenceline. There were no reenactments going on that day, and we didn't see her there. If you look to the left of the house, you will see a small black fence with a marker that encloses the graves of Mrs. Henry, her daughter, and her son. The ghost is walking away from the graves to just an open field. We are convinced that this was a paranormal experience.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G27tgEiUE2o
My family and I were on vacation in DC and we went to the Manassas battlefield. We video taped there, and later that day we were watching the tape and we noticed the woman dressed in white walking along the fenceline. There were no reenactments going on that day, and we didn't see her there. If you look to the left of the house, you will see a small black fence with a marker that encloses the graves of Mrs. Henry, her daughter, and her son. The ghost is walking away from the graves to just an open field. We are convinced that this was a paranormal experience.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G27tgEiUE2o
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Posted by:
haunted malls
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Date: August 11, 2014 12:35PM
I have heard that the Manassas Mall is haunted. A few people who have worked at one of the stores there (won't mention company since I'm currently employed with them) they only hear boxes and stuff being slammed on the ground in the stock room.
Also the World Market in Dulles, VA is severely haunted. I used to work there years ago. I did a few overnights there and have seen shadows walking through the aisles. There was the sound of shopping carts being slammed into the walls. Footsteps were heard every now and then, especially on the roof.
Also the World Market in Dulles, VA is severely haunted. I used to work there years ago. I did a few overnights there and have seen shadows walking through the aisles. There was the sound of shopping carts being slammed into the walls. Footsteps were heard every now and then, especially on the roof.
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Posted by:
Teresa Drive
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Date: August 17, 2014 05:25AM
Something odd goes on in this house in chesapeake va. I lived there in 2004 for a few months only. It was odd and creepy from day one. Mirrors had delays in this house the kitchen and living room were always colder then the rest of house no matter what the A/C and/or temp outside was.
I often walked into kitchen to find fridge door and cabinets wide open. More than a few times my two large labs would not come into the kitchen and would hide down hallway if called for dinner or to go outside they would stand at end of hallway and growl into living area of house.
I often walked into kitchen to find fridge door and cabinets wide open. More than a few times my two large labs would not come into the kitchen and would hide down hallway if called for dinner or to go outside they would stand at end of hallway and growl into living area of house.
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Posted by:
Northern VA Parent
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Date: August 24, 2014 05:33AM
The Family Dollar in Manassas off the main drag from 66, is haunted. I was there yesterday, when my two year old son and I were walking around. At one of the endcaps there was a display that had several medium sized balls that my son wanted, but we wouldn't allow him to have (He has several already). As we were walking away, I saw one of the balls (blue ball that my son liked) slip thru the side on its own, drop to the floor, and roll about 15 feet towards the front of the store towards my son. As I was putting the ball back, another ball, this time a red one, did the same thing. We got out of there real quick. FREAKY!
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Leesburg resident
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Date: September 05, 2014 11:57PM
I have had several encounters with spirits, but I am sensitive to them. I tend to see, hear, and sense them all the time. I was living on Smartts Lane for a few years in one of the townhomes and had a spirit in the house there. I was calling my dog one of the times, and she looked scared. She looked up at the spirit then looked over at me like she couldn't get by it because the spirit was standing in her way. She kept doing it as I kept calling her, so she finally slowly creeped around the figure in the hall and darted towards me after she passed it. I couldn't see the spirit, but I knew it was there. I have a K2 meter as well and had used that in my old houses and had several responses on it.
I had things happen in the neighborhood of Tavistock as well, which is weird because it used to be a farm there before the neighborhood was ever built. That was when I was living with my mother. I was lying in bed one night with 3 dogs on my bed, wasn't asleep yet. Then I heard this woman singing outside my door. She was singing for about a minute then I heard her scream, and it stopped, but it still echoed in my head. I looked down at the dogs, and all their ears were up, so I knew it wasn't just me. I have had the TV turn on by itself often. I had received phone calls on the home phone FROM the home phone which was very weird. That happened for a whole week and stopped the day someone I knew passed away. I have had one of our past dogs come to my room. I heard the sniffing at the door and the jingle from the collar, and I just ignored it. Then I heard as if a dog was chewing on a water bottle. I looked under the bed, and I saw the bottle. I still heard it, but nothing was biting it. I turned on my lights, and it was still going on; it never stopped, so I put on music to drown out the sound of the spirit of the dog.
I was in the basement another time and ended up falling asleep. When I woke up and looked up I saw a tall skinny man in a blue uniform with a hat that was flat on the top with gold buckles down his shirt. He was standing there in front of me just staring at me. After my second blink of an eye he was gone. Toys went off by themselves as well, but of course this could be debunked as faulty toys by all means.
In downtown, that store next to the restaurant that moved, the new age one, I've felt the presence of spirits inside that place before several times. Also in the antique shop across the street, downstairs has spirits as well there. Balls Bluff I have felt the presence of spirits and when videotaping there I have caught black figures go across my camera and my k2 meter went off there as well.
I had things happen in the neighborhood of Tavistock as well, which is weird because it used to be a farm there before the neighborhood was ever built. That was when I was living with my mother. I was lying in bed one night with 3 dogs on my bed, wasn't asleep yet. Then I heard this woman singing outside my door. She was singing for about a minute then I heard her scream, and it stopped, but it still echoed in my head. I looked down at the dogs, and all their ears were up, so I knew it wasn't just me. I have had the TV turn on by itself often. I had received phone calls on the home phone FROM the home phone which was very weird. That happened for a whole week and stopped the day someone I knew passed away. I have had one of our past dogs come to my room. I heard the sniffing at the door and the jingle from the collar, and I just ignored it. Then I heard as if a dog was chewing on a water bottle. I looked under the bed, and I saw the bottle. I still heard it, but nothing was biting it. I turned on my lights, and it was still going on; it never stopped, so I put on music to drown out the sound of the spirit of the dog.
I was in the basement another time and ended up falling asleep. When I woke up and looked up I saw a tall skinny man in a blue uniform with a hat that was flat on the top with gold buckles down his shirt. He was standing there in front of me just staring at me. After my second blink of an eye he was gone. Toys went off by themselves as well, but of course this could be debunked as faulty toys by all means.
In downtown, that store next to the restaurant that moved, the new age one, I've felt the presence of spirits inside that place before several times. Also in the antique shop across the street, downstairs has spirits as well there. Balls Bluff I have felt the presence of spirits and when videotaping there I have caught black figures go across my camera and my k2 meter went off there as well.
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Posted by:
weeeeeOOOOoooo
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Date: September 06, 2014 12:45AM
Getting phone calls from your own number is not paranormal - it's a dirty trick that telemarketers use to get you to pick up the phone. I don't know why, because there is never anybody at the other end. But that's who it is...Google it.
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Posted by:
GHOST SIGHTING ON RT 29 TONIGHT!
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Date: September 07, 2014 07:36AM
GHOST SIGHTING ON RT 29 TONIGHT! Wrote:
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> My wife just saw a ghost dressed as a Civil War
> soldier walking along Route 29, tonight at around
> 8pm. She said he was semi-transparent with naval
> blue pants walking away from the the battlefield
> in the direction of the intersection of Rt. 29 and
> Heathcote.
This happened again just before midnight on Wednesday 8/27 when she was coming home. This always seems to happen when she's by herself, and it really worries me as to what could happen if she or anyone else ever decided to stop.
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> My wife just saw a ghost dressed as a Civil War
> soldier walking along Route 29, tonight at around
> 8pm. She said he was semi-transparent with naval
> blue pants walking away from the the battlefield
> in the direction of the intersection of Rt. 29 and
> Heathcote.
This happened again just before midnight on Wednesday 8/27 when she was coming home. This always seems to happen when she's by herself, and it really worries me as to what could happen if she or anyone else ever decided to stop.
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Posted by:
Joseph sambol
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Date: September 11, 2014 08:41AM
We are here helping my sister in law move after twenty years.I was sleeping in the basement on large couch when I a woken by a sharp pain in the end of my toe next to my big toe. I fell asleep it happens again.I fell asleep awoken again wiggling it around pain went away and I also covered my feet with the blanket this time thinking it was just cold. Then my water bottle started crinkling,once I thought it nothing because I had heard it before but two times after that with in a period of a few minutes. I had used the restroom and l and left on the noise fan in there. I then sat on the couch hearing these god awful pounding and loud nnoises so I got up turned off the bathroom fan. I laid down,I was so tired and sleepy.then awoken by I thought was pool table ball in the pocket make a clack sat up to noise in the closed room to the left if me and noise to right like rusting around I thought someone was upstairs. Then I heard another ball clack at the pool table. I got my blanket and pillows and went up stairs just to find the door closed. I then sat on the couch and started seeing one limb only moving up and down.I had looked to see if it was squirrel or a bird or something and no wind either. Creepy (I remembered the Manassas battle fields and house just down the road.)
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Posted by:
vienna resident
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Date: September 11, 2014 09:24AM
I live near Route 7 in Vienna. There's a bike path a few doors down from me and it is all wooded. I am sensitive to spirits and can always sense something there and whatever is there scares my daughter as well. On top of that we had someone pass away in our house before and I hear every now and then a man sneezing loudly. Thinking my dad is here (since he sneezes loud too) I go search the house to find nobody, nobody outside either. I also have heard footsteps often and a cat on the steps. Also my daughters toys will go off on their own occasionally.
Has anyone else had problems/experiences like this in Vienna?
Has anyone else had problems/experiences like this in Vienna?
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Posted by:
not stopping again
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Date: September 21, 2014 09:32AM
Saw a young girl with an old timey long gown on about three o'clock in the am. At the trinity church driveway on Plank Road waiving for help. As I slowed way down she disappeared in a poof.
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Posted by:
First Laddy Mikey Moose
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Date: September 22, 2014 03:42PM
not stopping again Wrote:
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> Saw a young girl with an old timey long gown on
> about three o'clock in the am. At the trinity
> church driveway on Plank Road waiving for help. As
> I slowed way down she disappeared in a poof.
those poofs get all the stuff
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> Saw a young girl with an old timey long gown on
> about three o'clock in the am. At the trinity
> church driveway on Plank Road waiving for help. As
> I slowed way down she disappeared in a poof.
those poofs get all the stuff
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Posted by:
fracturedfairfax
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Date: September 25, 2014 07:26AM
Long Time Fairfaxian Wrote:
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> Sleepy Hollow Elementary is haunted by the ghost
> of a workman who was buried alive back when the
> school was being constructed back in the Fifties.
>
> When I was a student there, some of the kids there
> would tell stories about hearing what sounded like
> labored breathing or gasping or sometimes even a
> muffled voice from under the ground. A few talked
> about "The Dirty Man" they'd seen around the
> school, dressed in old fashioned and extremely
> dirty work clothing.
>
> My own experience with the dirty man, however,
> still haunts me to this day. I was walking home
> from school and I saw the dirty man I'd heard
> about. Just like I'd heard, he was dressed in
> old-fashioned clothing and was covered in dirt,
> like he'd just crawled out of a hole.
>
> He looked lost or confused, but even back then
> we'd gotten lessons about "Stranger Danger", so I
> just froze and didn't say anything to him.
>
> Then, it was like a fog lifted, and he gave me a
> weird, faraway look.
>
> And he spoke to me.
>
> He said, "Sonny? Sonny? Can you help me out,
> Sonny? It's awful dark down here."
>
> That was all I needed to see or hear. I was jolted
> out of my fear-induced paralysis and ran all the
> way home.
>
> I don't know if kids in that neighborhood still
> talk about "The Dirty Man", but I avoid Sleepy
> Hollow Road even now, almost forty years later.
The workman killed was 51-year-old laborer Jack Yates, who died when an unshored portion of the trench he was working in collapsed.
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> Sleepy Hollow Elementary is haunted by the ghost
> of a workman who was buried alive back when the
> school was being constructed back in the Fifties.
>
> When I was a student there, some of the kids there
> would tell stories about hearing what sounded like
> labored breathing or gasping or sometimes even a
> muffled voice from under the ground. A few talked
> about "The Dirty Man" they'd seen around the
> school, dressed in old fashioned and extremely
> dirty work clothing.
>
> My own experience with the dirty man, however,
> still haunts me to this day. I was walking home
> from school and I saw the dirty man I'd heard
> about. Just like I'd heard, he was dressed in
> old-fashioned clothing and was covered in dirt,
> like he'd just crawled out of a hole.
>
> He looked lost or confused, but even back then
> we'd gotten lessons about "Stranger Danger", so I
> just froze and didn't say anything to him.
>
> Then, it was like a fog lifted, and he gave me a
> weird, faraway look.
>
> And he spoke to me.
>
> He said, "Sonny? Sonny? Can you help me out,
> Sonny? It's awful dark down here."
>
> That was all I needed to see or hear. I was jolted
> out of my fear-induced paralysis and ran all the
> way home.
>
> I don't know if kids in that neighborhood still
> talk about "The Dirty Man", but I avoid Sleepy
> Hollow Road even now, almost forty years later.
The workman killed was 51-year-old laborer Jack Yates, who died when an unshored portion of the trench he was working in collapsed.
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Posted by:
Lisa / Haunted in Chantilly VA
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Date: September 28, 2014 05:13AM
I live in Chantilly Highlands, and my house is haunted for sure. I have had two paranormal teams come through with very high tech equipment. They believe that I have a spirit of a man that is a bully and a spirit of a boy. I also know that there's a woman here because I've heard her speak out loud and say ''What?'' Believe me, I don't want to live here at all, but my husband thinks that we can find someone that can cleanse the house. He thinks that it will be too expensive to move. I have had spirits come to me in my sleep and cause harm to me, and I hear them walk around my room at night. It is so loud and so scary! I hate living like that!
Supposedly the kid lives in my son's closet, and my son's attitude has become very aggressive! I am constantly touched, and my bed gets jumped on throughout the night while I am trying to sleep. I can hear doorknobs being played with, and we have constant electrical problems. Anyway, we're afraid that if we move into another house in the same area, we'll just end up in another haunted house. What do we do? We've already cleansed it once, and I constantly sage it. We've lived here one year, and the amount of things that have broken is crazy! Our A/C has broken three times! Our water heater flooded the basement among many other things.
Supposedly the kid lives in my son's closet, and my son's attitude has become very aggressive! I am constantly touched, and my bed gets jumped on throughout the night while I am trying to sleep. I can hear doorknobs being played with, and we have constant electrical problems. Anyway, we're afraid that if we move into another house in the same area, we'll just end up in another haunted house. What do we do? We've already cleansed it once, and I constantly sage it. We've lived here one year, and the amount of things that have broken is crazy! Our A/C has broken three times! Our water heater flooded the basement among many other things.
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Posted by:
kate from front royal
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Date: October 04, 2014 05:35AM
When my husband and I purchased a house on Washington Avenue in Front Royal our plan was to fix it up and rent it. My two girls were little at the time and both refused to go in this house. It scared them.
I was in there one day cleaning upstairs and had a tremendous sense of someone wanting to push me down the steep stairs. I turned around and said aloud don't even think about it. I found out later a man had hanged himself upstairs in the attic.
I was in there one day cleaning upstairs and had a tremendous sense of someone wanting to push me down the steep stairs. I turned around and said aloud don't even think about it. I found out later a man had hanged himself upstairs in the attic.
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Posted by:
Robbie
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Date: October 11, 2014 05:32PM
I can say with great certainty that my former residence in Falls Church was haunted by a malicious spirit. When I first moved in I noticed a man's name had been carved onto one of the bedroom walls. At the beginning I didn't think much of it and figured it meant nothing, but as time went on, I started to think otherwise. I happened to occupy the aforementioned bedroom and heard strange noises late at night. I was sure, for example, that I heard the name of the man being called out by a woman's voice. Needless to say, it was very frightening. I hoped the noises would be the end of it, but I couldn't have been more wrong.
After only a month of living there the whole place began to fall apart on me, and under very odd circumstances no less. I remember waking up one morning to find that all the doors were broken and would not shut properly. Also the washing machine and A/C unit stopped working in a single day. It was as if someone or something wanted me to leave, and they were being very persistent about it. The one thing I picked up on was that the noises always preceded one of these spooky events. Thus, I was convinced the carving of the man's name and all the supernatural phenomena were connected. Still, I felt helpless, and the noises weren't going away.
I finally gave up all hope when I found a dead rat outside the front door. Looking at its bloody and mangled body I couldn't help but feel it was an evil omen. That day I packed up all my things and moved back in with my mother. I still don't know how to properly explain all the horrors I experienced living there, but I have something of a theory. It's possible that a married couple used to live at the residence, and the husband murdered his wife. I say this because the woman's voice I heard always sounded so scared. I heard: ''I'm sorry!'' ''Please stop!'' and ''Don't hurt me!'' I think the husband must have been psychotic or something. All I know is that the carving is some kind of curse.
After only a month of living there the whole place began to fall apart on me, and under very odd circumstances no less. I remember waking up one morning to find that all the doors were broken and would not shut properly. Also the washing machine and A/C unit stopped working in a single day. It was as if someone or something wanted me to leave, and they were being very persistent about it. The one thing I picked up on was that the noises always preceded one of these spooky events. Thus, I was convinced the carving of the man's name and all the supernatural phenomena were connected. Still, I felt helpless, and the noises weren't going away.
I finally gave up all hope when I found a dead rat outside the front door. Looking at its bloody and mangled body I couldn't help but feel it was an evil omen. That day I packed up all my things and moved back in with my mother. I still don't know how to properly explain all the horrors I experienced living there, but I have something of a theory. It's possible that a married couple used to live at the residence, and the husband murdered his wife. I say this because the woman's voice I heard always sounded so scared. I heard: ''I'm sorry!'' ''Please stop!'' and ''Don't hurt me!'' I think the husband must have been psychotic or something. All I know is that the carving is some kind of curse.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Jeanne on Sherrow Ave
()
Date: October 11, 2014 05:38PM
Robbie Wrote:
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> I can say with great certainty that my former
> residence in Falls Church was haunted by a
> malicious spirit. When I first moved in I noticed
> a man's name had been carved onto one of the
> bedroom walls. At the beginning I didn't think
> much of it and figured it meant nothing, but as
> time went on, I started to think otherwise. I
> happened to occupy the aforementioned bedroom and
> heard strange noises late at night. I was sure,
> for example, that I heard the name of the man
> being called out by a woman's voice. Needless to
> say, it was very frightening. I hoped the noises
> would be the end of it, but I couldn't have been
> more wrong.
>
> After only a month of living there the whole place
> began to fall apart on me, and under very odd
> circumstances no less. I remember waking up one
> morning to find that all the doors were broken and
> would not shut properly. Also the washing machine
> and A/C unit stopped working in a single day. It
> was as if someone or something wanted me to leave,
> and they were being very persistent about it. The
> one thing I picked up on was that the noises
> always preceded one of these spooky events. Thus,
> I was convinced the carving of the man's name and
> all the supernatural phenomena were connected.
> Still, I felt helpless, and the noises weren't
> going away.
>
> I finally gave up all hope when I found a dead rat
> outside the front door. Looking at its bloody and
> mangled body I couldn't help but feel it was an
> evil omen. That day I packed up all my things and
> moved back in with my mother. I still don't know
> how to properly explain all the horrors I
> experienced living there, but I have something of
> a theory. It's possible that a married couple used
> to live at the residence, and the husband murdered
> his wife. I say this because the woman's voice I
> heard always sounded so scared. I heard: ''I'm
> sorry!'' ''Please stop!'' and ''Don't hurt me!'' I
> think the husband must have been psychotic or
> something. All I know is that the carving is some
> kind of curse.
Small world Robbie, I was living on Sherrow Ave. off of Broad Street in Falls Church. I came home from work one day and looked down the hall and saw a figure standing there looking at me then walked into my bedroom. It had longish hair and a long light colored robe on. I dismissed it as just my tiredness showing from the day. That evening at dinner I mentioned it to my husband and son. My son looked at me and said ''yeah the eyes!! '' I was completely stunned. He said his friend had seen it also when he was spending the night.
I have never forgotten it and although I am skeptical of ghost sightings I know I saw one myself. Only once. I often wondered if anyone else living in that house has seen the same.
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> I can say with great certainty that my former
> residence in Falls Church was haunted by a
> malicious spirit. When I first moved in I noticed
> a man's name had been carved onto one of the
> bedroom walls. At the beginning I didn't think
> much of it and figured it meant nothing, but as
> time went on, I started to think otherwise. I
> happened to occupy the aforementioned bedroom and
> heard strange noises late at night. I was sure,
> for example, that I heard the name of the man
> being called out by a woman's voice. Needless to
> say, it was very frightening. I hoped the noises
> would be the end of it, but I couldn't have been
> more wrong.
>
> After only a month of living there the whole place
> began to fall apart on me, and under very odd
> circumstances no less. I remember waking up one
> morning to find that all the doors were broken and
> would not shut properly. Also the washing machine
> and A/C unit stopped working in a single day. It
> was as if someone or something wanted me to leave,
> and they were being very persistent about it. The
> one thing I picked up on was that the noises
> always preceded one of these spooky events. Thus,
> I was convinced the carving of the man's name and
> all the supernatural phenomena were connected.
> Still, I felt helpless, and the noises weren't
> going away.
>
> I finally gave up all hope when I found a dead rat
> outside the front door. Looking at its bloody and
> mangled body I couldn't help but feel it was an
> evil omen. That day I packed up all my things and
> moved back in with my mother. I still don't know
> how to properly explain all the horrors I
> experienced living there, but I have something of
> a theory. It's possible that a married couple used
> to live at the residence, and the husband murdered
> his wife. I say this because the woman's voice I
> heard always sounded so scared. I heard: ''I'm
> sorry!'' ''Please stop!'' and ''Don't hurt me!'' I
> think the husband must have been psychotic or
> something. All I know is that the carving is some
> kind of curse.
Small world Robbie, I was living on Sherrow Ave. off of Broad Street in Falls Church. I came home from work one day and looked down the hall and saw a figure standing there looking at me then walked into my bedroom. It had longish hair and a long light colored robe on. I dismissed it as just my tiredness showing from the day. That evening at dinner I mentioned it to my husband and son. My son looked at me and said ''yeah the eyes!! '' I was completely stunned. He said his friend had seen it also when he was spending the night.
I have never forgotten it and although I am skeptical of ghost sightings I know I saw one myself. Only once. I often wondered if anyone else living in that house has seen the same.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Round Tree Park ghosts?
()
Date: October 11, 2014 11:27PM
Round Tree Park is located in Annandale, Virginia and is well-known by the residents of the city. However, come nightfall this park turns into a totally different place. Many people who find themselves at Round Tree Park are witnesses to the apparition of a lady with her baby. Many have reported this ghost to torment those who dare to even glance at her. Legend has it that she only appears in the park at night when it’s foggy out.
Has anyone ever seen her or know the background on this?
Attachments:
Has anyone ever seen her or know the background on this?
Attachments:
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
mount gilead
()
Date: October 13, 2014 06:56PM
Mount Gilead in Centreville.
http://centrevilleindependent.com/spooky-stories-abound-at-centrevilles-historic-haunts/
http://centrevilleindependent.com/spooky-stories-abound-at-centrevilles-historic-haunts/
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Makeeda
()
Date: October 21, 2014 07:46AM
I think Joe's Diner on PW PKWY is haunted.'' Check it out... Oh yea, the food is awesome.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Chris /Mathews, Virginia
()
Date: October 21, 2014 07:48AM
Phantoms of Old House Woods Wrote:
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> Phantoms of Old House Woods near Mathews, Virginia
>
>
> On the eastern U.S. Coast along the shores of
> Virginia just outside of the village of Diggs,
> there lies a stretch of woods that has been the
> center of many paranormal experiences since the
> late 18th century. Legend has it that there are
> several different treasures that were buried here
> and then subsequently abandoned, unable to be
> retrieved by their owners. Over the past two
> centuries there have been reports of phantoms of
> various sorts roaming these woods and waters.
>
> The road through Old House Woods near Mathews,
> Virginia
>
> First of all the name, Old House Woods may seem a
> bit strange, however for years in the middle of
> these woods off of Haven Beach Road, there was an
> old dilapidated house that stood for over a
> century and was subject of many ghostly
> encounters. As early as 1798 there have been eye
> witness accounts of strange happenings in and near
> this stretch of woods. Travelers on horseback
> have claimed that their horses were spooked and
> very fearful as they passed through these woods.
> Many say that some who entered the house seeking
> treasure or otherwise, were never seen again.
> Folks living near the woods would report that
> their children would return from playing there all
> day telling tales of seeing many strange things
> such as ghostly Revolutionary War soldiers,
> skeleton pirates wielding swords and strange
> glowing balls of light. Some of the tales
> prompted local residents to forbid their children
> from entering those woods, especially at night.
> The old house burned to the foundation long ago,
> but the eerie stories continue to this day.
>
> A Favorite Hiding Place for Treasure
>
> The first treasure that was lost according to
> legend, was that of pirates who were attracted by
> the allure of the marshy expanse of woodland off
> of Whites Creek, decided that it would be an
> excellent place to bury some of their treasure.
> So they tied up along the banks of the creek and
> buried their booty there in the woods. It is said
> that unfortunately for the pirates, they perished
> at sea in a terrible storm and was never able to
> retrieve their treasure. However, they return on
> occasion searching for their lost loot as you will
> see.
>
> In 1651 after the Battle of Worcester in England,
> Charles II fled Europe and headed for Jamestown in
> the new found territories in America to hide.
> After a fierce storm, his treasure ship mistakenly
> ended up in the Whites Creek. Deciding to hide
> Charles' treasures there for safe keeping in that
> remote stretch of forest, they began unloading the
> chests from the ship when suddenly they were
> ambushed and robbed. The perpetrators buried both
> the chests and the bodies of some of the crew in
> the woods. However, they were captured and put to
> death. It is said that the treasure chests of
> Charles II are still buried somewhere in the woods
> to this day, guarded by the phantom crew that was
> buried with it. Many claim that sometimes at
> night the lanterns and sounds of the phantom
> robbers who returned for their plunder can be seen
> and heard in the night digging away in the
> darkness.
>
> In 1781 during the Revolutionary War when General
> Cornwallis was fleeing the Patriot advance, it is
> said that they deposited a large stash of gold and
> silver coins and other plunder taken from
> civilians in the Old House Woods. They were never
> allowed to return to the area after they
> surrendered and it is believed that the British
> plunder is still hidden there today. Hence, the
> sightings of Revolutionary soldiers marching
> through the Old House Woods.
>
>
> Ghostly Ships
>
> Long ago during the time when steam ships were
> taking over in the late 19th century, a fisherman
> reported that he was fishing just off of the
> entrance of Whites Creek when a full masted
> sailing ship appeared coming in from the
> Chesapeake Bay. Making no sound at all, it moved
> into the creek. The mysterious ship passed by him
> and sailed right up onto the beach... and across
> the shore road into the Old House Woods and it
> appeared to be floating above the ground!
>
> There have also been reports of a phantom Spanish
> galleon in full sail floating partially above the
> trees tops as if they were water. Apparently, the
> phantom vessel rises out of the White River and
> sails into the trees. The ship would stop and
> ghostly pirates would pour over the side of the
> ship and down onto the ground. The phantom
> pirates have been seen roaming around as if
> searching for something and some have been spotted
> digging in certain spots in the Old House Woods.
> Many believe these are the pirates who died at sea
> returning to claim their hidden treasure.
Me and a few friends heard some stories about Old House Road and the nearby shoreline. We drove down a gravel road that turns off just before the main section of Old House Road itself due to trespassing signs. We parked and walked down the gravel path and after making a couple turns on the road, we saw a light, similar to a lamp in the distance. The problem with that is there were absolutely no lights there when we drove past. After stopping and watching for maybe ten second, the light had covered a distance enough that we could tell it was approaching. As we watched, one of my friends tapped my shoulder and said ''shark tactics''. Shark tactics is the way we refer to when something uses movement in front of you as a distraction to attack from other angles and flank. Once he said it we immediately turned around to see a hooded figure dashing into the tall weeds off the side of the trail. We high tailed it out without further investigation.
-------------------------------------------------------
> Phantoms of Old House Woods near Mathews, Virginia
>
>
> On the eastern U.S. Coast along the shores of
> Virginia just outside of the village of Diggs,
> there lies a stretch of woods that has been the
> center of many paranormal experiences since the
> late 18th century. Legend has it that there are
> several different treasures that were buried here
> and then subsequently abandoned, unable to be
> retrieved by their owners. Over the past two
> centuries there have been reports of phantoms of
> various sorts roaming these woods and waters.
>
> The road through Old House Woods near Mathews,
> Virginia
>
> First of all the name, Old House Woods may seem a
> bit strange, however for years in the middle of
> these woods off of Haven Beach Road, there was an
> old dilapidated house that stood for over a
> century and was subject of many ghostly
> encounters. As early as 1798 there have been eye
> witness accounts of strange happenings in and near
> this stretch of woods. Travelers on horseback
> have claimed that their horses were spooked and
> very fearful as they passed through these woods.
> Many say that some who entered the house seeking
> treasure or otherwise, were never seen again.
> Folks living near the woods would report that
> their children would return from playing there all
> day telling tales of seeing many strange things
> such as ghostly Revolutionary War soldiers,
> skeleton pirates wielding swords and strange
> glowing balls of light. Some of the tales
> prompted local residents to forbid their children
> from entering those woods, especially at night.
> The old house burned to the foundation long ago,
> but the eerie stories continue to this day.
>
> A Favorite Hiding Place for Treasure
>
> The first treasure that was lost according to
> legend, was that of pirates who were attracted by
> the allure of the marshy expanse of woodland off
> of Whites Creek, decided that it would be an
> excellent place to bury some of their treasure.
> So they tied up along the banks of the creek and
> buried their booty there in the woods. It is said
> that unfortunately for the pirates, they perished
> at sea in a terrible storm and was never able to
> retrieve their treasure. However, they return on
> occasion searching for their lost loot as you will
> see.
>
> In 1651 after the Battle of Worcester in England,
> Charles II fled Europe and headed for Jamestown in
> the new found territories in America to hide.
> After a fierce storm, his treasure ship mistakenly
> ended up in the Whites Creek. Deciding to hide
> Charles' treasures there for safe keeping in that
> remote stretch of forest, they began unloading the
> chests from the ship when suddenly they were
> ambushed and robbed. The perpetrators buried both
> the chests and the bodies of some of the crew in
> the woods. However, they were captured and put to
> death. It is said that the treasure chests of
> Charles II are still buried somewhere in the woods
> to this day, guarded by the phantom crew that was
> buried with it. Many claim that sometimes at
> night the lanterns and sounds of the phantom
> robbers who returned for their plunder can be seen
> and heard in the night digging away in the
> darkness.
>
> In 1781 during the Revolutionary War when General
> Cornwallis was fleeing the Patriot advance, it is
> said that they deposited a large stash of gold and
> silver coins and other plunder taken from
> civilians in the Old House Woods. They were never
> allowed to return to the area after they
> surrendered and it is believed that the British
> plunder is still hidden there today. Hence, the
> sightings of Revolutionary soldiers marching
> through the Old House Woods.
>
>
> Ghostly Ships
>
> Long ago during the time when steam ships were
> taking over in the late 19th century, a fisherman
> reported that he was fishing just off of the
> entrance of Whites Creek when a full masted
> sailing ship appeared coming in from the
> Chesapeake Bay. Making no sound at all, it moved
> into the creek. The mysterious ship passed by him
> and sailed right up onto the beach... and across
> the shore road into the Old House Woods and it
> appeared to be floating above the ground!
>
> There have also been reports of a phantom Spanish
> galleon in full sail floating partially above the
> trees tops as if they were water. Apparently, the
> phantom vessel rises out of the White River and
> sails into the trees. The ship would stop and
> ghostly pirates would pour over the side of the
> ship and down onto the ground. The phantom
> pirates have been seen roaming around as if
> searching for something and some have been spotted
> digging in certain spots in the Old House Woods.
> Many believe these are the pirates who died at sea
> returning to claim their hidden treasure.
Me and a few friends heard some stories about Old House Road and the nearby shoreline. We drove down a gravel road that turns off just before the main section of Old House Road itself due to trespassing signs. We parked and walked down the gravel path and after making a couple turns on the road, we saw a light, similar to a lamp in the distance. The problem with that is there were absolutely no lights there when we drove past. After stopping and watching for maybe ten second, the light had covered a distance enough that we could tell it was approaching. As we watched, one of my friends tapped my shoulder and said ''shark tactics''. Shark tactics is the way we refer to when something uses movement in front of you as a distraction to attack from other angles and flank. Once he said it we immediately turned around to see a hooded figure dashing into the tall weeds off the side of the trail. We high tailed it out without further investigation.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
DFx7P
()
Date: October 21, 2014 07:57AM
Not me Wrote:
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> The woods on Braddock road near union mill.
> Haunted for many years. Even the homeless will not
> camp in them.
This is probably why...
HISTORY OF HICKORY FARMS – Civil War – Mosby
Bob Cosgriff
(First published in 1994)
http://hickoryfarms.org/History%20of%20Hickory%20Farms%20-%20Civil%20War%20-%20Mosby.htm
One of the most famous incidents of the Civil War took place just little over one mile from Hickory Farms. To set the stage, we must pick up the narrative following the Battle of Antietam in mid-September 1862. Lee returned to Winchester following the failed invasion of the North. The Union army did not immediately pursue its foe, but finally crossed the Potomac and slowly began to push south into Virginia. The upshot of all the subsequent maneuvering was the Battle of Fredericksburg (December 1862), which was a disaster for the North. The two armies went into winter quarters in January, 1863, separated by the Rappahannock. Farther north, the Federal forces defending the approaches to Washington, D.C., were deployed in a long arc from Dranesville through Centreville to the southern reaches of Fairfax County. Because of its strategic location, Fairfax Court House became a headquarters town once again.
While this was going on, an obscure young Confederate officer named John Singleton Mosby (originally from Nelson County, VA) was given command of a unique independent force, operating under the authority of the famed cavalry leader, General J.E.B. Stuart. The mission of this small band of horsemen was to operate unconventionally, to probe and harass the Union outposts, slip through the lines to capture men and materiel and gather intelligence. In time, this unit would be mustered as the 43rd Battalion of Partisan Rangers. This official designation was very important, since it gave legitimate military status to its members. Otherwise, if captured, they would have been treated under the laws of war as guerrillas, and subject to summary execution. In fact, the Union considered them to be irregulars, although they were always officially a part of the Confederate States Army.
Mosby launched a series of annoying raids, which elicited a predictable response. He and his troops became wanted men. Union officers boastfully predicted they would soon capture these hit-and-run soldiers. A British soldier of fortune, Sir Percy Wyndham, made some particularly strong public statements about Mosby the horse thief. As recounted by the well-known Northern Virginia historian, Virgil Carrington (Pat) Jones, this prompted Mosby, who had been a lawyer before enlisting in the Confederate Army, to comment that the only horses he had stolen had riders armed with a saber and two pistols. Mosby decided to stage a daring raid to capture Wyndham.
On the cold drizzly night of 8 March, 1863, he set out with 29 men from Aldie, some twenty five miles northwest of Fairfax Court House on the Little River Turnpike (modern Route 50). Already familiar with the area, Mosby had skillfully scouted it in preparation for this raid. In his intelligence gathering, he was aided by a young woman, Antonia Ford, who enjoyed easy access to the staff officers gathered around Colonel Wyndham and also Brigadier General Edwin H. Stoughton. Mosby also had the services of a Union deserter, dubbed "Big Yank Ames," who knew the locations of the Union outposts. Guided by Ames, the force slipped through the lines between Centreville and Chantilly, then became separated before joining up along the Warrenton Pike (modern Route 29). According to Mosby's memoirs, they then swung south and proceeded into town "from the direction of the railroad station." This refers to Fairfax Station; his actual path was on or parallel to Fairfax Station Road and Ox Road (modern Route 123). It is possible that he came close to Hickory Farms on this approach, since his goal was to come from a direction where the Union pickets would not suspect an attack.
Mosby obtained complete surprise, although did not capture Wyndham, who had gone into Washington that evening. However, he did capture two of his staff officers, his horses and his uniform. Learning that Brigadier General Stoughton was residing in a house (still standing) next to the Truro Church, Mosby decided to bag him instead of Wyndham. Mosby recounted the event by noting that he pulled back the blankets and slapped the dozing and somewhat hung-over Stoughton on the backside and announced that he was a prisoner The surprised General angrily asked: "What is this?! Do you know who I am?!” Mosby then asked if he knew Mosby, to which the general said "Yes." The Pat Jones version goes on to state that Stoughton asked, "Have you captured him?" to which Mosby replied, "No, but he has captured you!"
Mosby and his men were able to lead all their captives (34) and horses (58) away back toward Fairfax Station and then through the lines to safety in Loudoun County. The news scandalized the North and prompted Lincoln to say, when informed of the capture, "Well, I'm sorry for that. I can make new brigadier generals, but I can't make horses!"
As for the local color associated with this event, Stoughton's headquarters still stands on the grounds of Truro Church and is marked by a plaque just opposite Vinnie’s Seafood and Steaks. Antonia Ford, the attractive spy, lived in the Joshua Gunnell House (which once housed the Bailiwick Inn), on the corner of Sager and Chain Bridge Road (Rt. 123), opposite the original court house. Two streets off Burke Station Road remind us of this event: Mosby Road, the dead-end street just north of Laurel, and Stoughton Road, just at the top of the Burke Station Road hill. Although I did not find any proof that it is named after the disgraced general, it seems like too much of a coincidence not to be. Mosby is also recalled by the Mosby Woods subdivision in the City of Fairfax, while his commander, the famed cavalier “Jeb" Stuart is the eponym for a high school near Seven Corners. There is also a Mosby Heights subdivision in Herndon (with a Mosby Court and Mosby Hollow Road) and a Mosby Ridge subdivision in the City of Manassas Park. On New Braddock Road, between Union Mill Road and Route 28, there are the following streets: Singleton’s Drive, William Mosby Drive (John's brother), Montiero Drive (named after one of Mosby's officers), Antonia Ford Court, Hoskins Hollow Lane and Big Yankee Lane. “Big Yank” Ames was killed in an ambush in 1864 on U.S. 17 between Delaplane and Paris (near Sky Meadow State Park) in Fauquier County.
The main area of Mosby's guerrilla operations included Loudoun, Fauquier, Culpeper and parts of Prince William and Fairfax Counties and occasionally the Shenandoah Valley. Route 50 (Lee-Jackson Memorial Highway in Fairfax County) becomes the John S. Mosby Highway at the Loudoun County line and runs through the heart of this area, which was dubbed “Mosby's Confederacy” during the Civil War and is now an official Virginia Heritage Area. There is a Gray Ghost vineyard on Route 211 in Amissville (Rappahannock County) and, according to the vineyard website, it sits on one of the routes used by Mosby and his men, as well as being in the heart of the area that furnished many of his recruits. As for the Fairfax Court House raid, it was the subject of a dramatic painting by the well-known Civil War artist Mort Kunstler. Another highly-regarded artist, Don Troiani, painted an equally dramatic picture of Mosby and his men somewhere in the Piedmont. You can find view these pictures on the Internet (or at my house!)
Colonel Mosby had one of the most successful and well-known commands of U.S. military history. His Rangers did help in diverting substantial Northern forces from other operations, such as the siege of Petersburg in 1864-65, but were not strong enough to prevent the ultimate Union victory. After the war, Mosby received parole, became a friend of General (and subsequently President) Ulysses S. Grant and served as envoy to Hong Kong. Mosby is buried in the Warrenton Cemetery, not far from Captain John Quincy Marr, killed at Fairfax Court House on 1 June, 1861 (see another article in this series).
From the number of roads and places named after him, it is clear that Colonel John Singleton Mosby still exerts a sense of fascination and respect after nearly a century-and-a-half after his exploits. As you drive around Fairfax and the outer counties of Mosby’s Confederacy, see what traces you can find of the famous “Gray Ghost.”
Sources: Russell, Charles Wells, ed., Gray Ghost: The Memoirs of Colonel John S. Mosby. New York: Bantam Books, 1992. This book contains Mosby's very straight-forward account of his Civil War exploits. Jones, Virgil Carrington, Ranger Mosby. McLean, VA: EPM Publications 1993 (originally published in 1944 by the University of North Carolina Press). Very readable, with a touch of hero-worship, considered by many to be a classic. I was fortunate enough to have my copy autographed by Mr. Jones (now deceased) at the Fairfax Museum in 1994. Wert, Jeffrey, Mosby's Rangers. New York: Simon and Schuster, 1991. Wert has added considerable new scholarship to the Mosby saga and is more objective than Jones. Fairfax County Office of Comprehensive Planning, Fairfax County in the Civil War. Fairfax, VA: 1987 reprint. The account in this booklet is by Pat Jones. As for the local color associated with this event: Stoughton's headquarters still stands on the grounds of Truro Church and is marked by a plaque just opposite Vinnie’s Seafood and Steaks. Antonia Ford, the attractive spy, lived in the house which was once the Bailiwick Inn, on the corner of Sager and Chain Bridge Road (Rt. 123), opposite the court house. Two streets off Burke Station Road remind us of this event: Mosby Road, the dead-end street just north of Laurel (site of the three new custom houses) and, just at the top of the hill, Stoughton Road. Although I did not find any proof that it is named after the disgraced general, it seems like too much of a coincidence not to be. Mosby is also recalled by the Mosby Woods subdivision in the City of Fairfax, while his commander, the famed cavalier 'Jeb" Stuart is the eponym for a high school near Seven Corners. On New Braddock Road, between Union Mill Road and Route 28, there are the following streets: Singletons Drive, William Mosby (John's brother) and Montiero (one of Mosby's officers). The main area of Mosby's guerrilla operations included Loudoun, Fauquier, Culpeper and parts of Prince William and Fairfax Counties and occasionally the Shenandoah Valley. This area was dubbed 'Mosby's Confederacy.' Mosby had one of the most successful and well-known commands of U.S. military history. His Rangers did help in diverting substantial Northern forces, but were not enough to prevent the Union victory. After the war, Mosby received parole, became a friend of U.S. Grant and served as envoy to Hong Kong. Mosby is buried in the Warrenton Cemetery, not far from Captain John Quincy Marr, killed at Fairfax Court House on 1 June, 1861 (see another article in this series).
Bob, who lives on Cotton Farm Road, is a past President of our community.
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> The woods on Braddock road near union mill.
> Haunted for many years. Even the homeless will not
> camp in them.
This is probably why...
HISTORY OF HICKORY FARMS – Civil War – Mosby
Bob Cosgriff
(First published in 1994)
http://hickoryfarms.org/History%20of%20Hickory%20Farms%20-%20Civil%20War%20-%20Mosby.htm
One of the most famous incidents of the Civil War took place just little over one mile from Hickory Farms. To set the stage, we must pick up the narrative following the Battle of Antietam in mid-September 1862. Lee returned to Winchester following the failed invasion of the North. The Union army did not immediately pursue its foe, but finally crossed the Potomac and slowly began to push south into Virginia. The upshot of all the subsequent maneuvering was the Battle of Fredericksburg (December 1862), which was a disaster for the North. The two armies went into winter quarters in January, 1863, separated by the Rappahannock. Farther north, the Federal forces defending the approaches to Washington, D.C., were deployed in a long arc from Dranesville through Centreville to the southern reaches of Fairfax County. Because of its strategic location, Fairfax Court House became a headquarters town once again.
While this was going on, an obscure young Confederate officer named John Singleton Mosby (originally from Nelson County, VA) was given command of a unique independent force, operating under the authority of the famed cavalry leader, General J.E.B. Stuart. The mission of this small band of horsemen was to operate unconventionally, to probe and harass the Union outposts, slip through the lines to capture men and materiel and gather intelligence. In time, this unit would be mustered as the 43rd Battalion of Partisan Rangers. This official designation was very important, since it gave legitimate military status to its members. Otherwise, if captured, they would have been treated under the laws of war as guerrillas, and subject to summary execution. In fact, the Union considered them to be irregulars, although they were always officially a part of the Confederate States Army.
Mosby launched a series of annoying raids, which elicited a predictable response. He and his troops became wanted men. Union officers boastfully predicted they would soon capture these hit-and-run soldiers. A British soldier of fortune, Sir Percy Wyndham, made some particularly strong public statements about Mosby the horse thief. As recounted by the well-known Northern Virginia historian, Virgil Carrington (Pat) Jones, this prompted Mosby, who had been a lawyer before enlisting in the Confederate Army, to comment that the only horses he had stolen had riders armed with a saber and two pistols. Mosby decided to stage a daring raid to capture Wyndham.
On the cold drizzly night of 8 March, 1863, he set out with 29 men from Aldie, some twenty five miles northwest of Fairfax Court House on the Little River Turnpike (modern Route 50). Already familiar with the area, Mosby had skillfully scouted it in preparation for this raid. In his intelligence gathering, he was aided by a young woman, Antonia Ford, who enjoyed easy access to the staff officers gathered around Colonel Wyndham and also Brigadier General Edwin H. Stoughton. Mosby also had the services of a Union deserter, dubbed "Big Yank Ames," who knew the locations of the Union outposts. Guided by Ames, the force slipped through the lines between Centreville and Chantilly, then became separated before joining up along the Warrenton Pike (modern Route 29). According to Mosby's memoirs, they then swung south and proceeded into town "from the direction of the railroad station." This refers to Fairfax Station; his actual path was on or parallel to Fairfax Station Road and Ox Road (modern Route 123). It is possible that he came close to Hickory Farms on this approach, since his goal was to come from a direction where the Union pickets would not suspect an attack.
Mosby obtained complete surprise, although did not capture Wyndham, who had gone into Washington that evening. However, he did capture two of his staff officers, his horses and his uniform. Learning that Brigadier General Stoughton was residing in a house (still standing) next to the Truro Church, Mosby decided to bag him instead of Wyndham. Mosby recounted the event by noting that he pulled back the blankets and slapped the dozing and somewhat hung-over Stoughton on the backside and announced that he was a prisoner The surprised General angrily asked: "What is this?! Do you know who I am?!” Mosby then asked if he knew Mosby, to which the general said "Yes." The Pat Jones version goes on to state that Stoughton asked, "Have you captured him?" to which Mosby replied, "No, but he has captured you!"
Mosby and his men were able to lead all their captives (34) and horses (58) away back toward Fairfax Station and then through the lines to safety in Loudoun County. The news scandalized the North and prompted Lincoln to say, when informed of the capture, "Well, I'm sorry for that. I can make new brigadier generals, but I can't make horses!"
As for the local color associated with this event, Stoughton's headquarters still stands on the grounds of Truro Church and is marked by a plaque just opposite Vinnie’s Seafood and Steaks. Antonia Ford, the attractive spy, lived in the Joshua Gunnell House (which once housed the Bailiwick Inn), on the corner of Sager and Chain Bridge Road (Rt. 123), opposite the original court house. Two streets off Burke Station Road remind us of this event: Mosby Road, the dead-end street just north of Laurel, and Stoughton Road, just at the top of the Burke Station Road hill. Although I did not find any proof that it is named after the disgraced general, it seems like too much of a coincidence not to be. Mosby is also recalled by the Mosby Woods subdivision in the City of Fairfax, while his commander, the famed cavalier “Jeb" Stuart is the eponym for a high school near Seven Corners. There is also a Mosby Heights subdivision in Herndon (with a Mosby Court and Mosby Hollow Road) and a Mosby Ridge subdivision in the City of Manassas Park. On New Braddock Road, between Union Mill Road and Route 28, there are the following streets: Singleton’s Drive, William Mosby Drive (John's brother), Montiero Drive (named after one of Mosby's officers), Antonia Ford Court, Hoskins Hollow Lane and Big Yankee Lane. “Big Yank” Ames was killed in an ambush in 1864 on U.S. 17 between Delaplane and Paris (near Sky Meadow State Park) in Fauquier County.
The main area of Mosby's guerrilla operations included Loudoun, Fauquier, Culpeper and parts of Prince William and Fairfax Counties and occasionally the Shenandoah Valley. Route 50 (Lee-Jackson Memorial Highway in Fairfax County) becomes the John S. Mosby Highway at the Loudoun County line and runs through the heart of this area, which was dubbed “Mosby's Confederacy” during the Civil War and is now an official Virginia Heritage Area. There is a Gray Ghost vineyard on Route 211 in Amissville (Rappahannock County) and, according to the vineyard website, it sits on one of the routes used by Mosby and his men, as well as being in the heart of the area that furnished many of his recruits. As for the Fairfax Court House raid, it was the subject of a dramatic painting by the well-known Civil War artist Mort Kunstler. Another highly-regarded artist, Don Troiani, painted an equally dramatic picture of Mosby and his men somewhere in the Piedmont. You can find view these pictures on the Internet (or at my house!)
Colonel Mosby had one of the most successful and well-known commands of U.S. military history. His Rangers did help in diverting substantial Northern forces from other operations, such as the siege of Petersburg in 1864-65, but were not strong enough to prevent the ultimate Union victory. After the war, Mosby received parole, became a friend of General (and subsequently President) Ulysses S. Grant and served as envoy to Hong Kong. Mosby is buried in the Warrenton Cemetery, not far from Captain John Quincy Marr, killed at Fairfax Court House on 1 June, 1861 (see another article in this series).
From the number of roads and places named after him, it is clear that Colonel John Singleton Mosby still exerts a sense of fascination and respect after nearly a century-and-a-half after his exploits. As you drive around Fairfax and the outer counties of Mosby’s Confederacy, see what traces you can find of the famous “Gray Ghost.”
Sources: Russell, Charles Wells, ed., Gray Ghost: The Memoirs of Colonel John S. Mosby. New York: Bantam Books, 1992. This book contains Mosby's very straight-forward account of his Civil War exploits. Jones, Virgil Carrington, Ranger Mosby. McLean, VA: EPM Publications 1993 (originally published in 1944 by the University of North Carolina Press). Very readable, with a touch of hero-worship, considered by many to be a classic. I was fortunate enough to have my copy autographed by Mr. Jones (now deceased) at the Fairfax Museum in 1994. Wert, Jeffrey, Mosby's Rangers. New York: Simon and Schuster, 1991. Wert has added considerable new scholarship to the Mosby saga and is more objective than Jones. Fairfax County Office of Comprehensive Planning, Fairfax County in the Civil War. Fairfax, VA: 1987 reprint. The account in this booklet is by Pat Jones. As for the local color associated with this event: Stoughton's headquarters still stands on the grounds of Truro Church and is marked by a plaque just opposite Vinnie’s Seafood and Steaks. Antonia Ford, the attractive spy, lived in the house which was once the Bailiwick Inn, on the corner of Sager and Chain Bridge Road (Rt. 123), opposite the court house. Two streets off Burke Station Road remind us of this event: Mosby Road, the dead-end street just north of Laurel (site of the three new custom houses) and, just at the top of the hill, Stoughton Road. Although I did not find any proof that it is named after the disgraced general, it seems like too much of a coincidence not to be. Mosby is also recalled by the Mosby Woods subdivision in the City of Fairfax, while his commander, the famed cavalier 'Jeb" Stuart is the eponym for a high school near Seven Corners. On New Braddock Road, between Union Mill Road and Route 28, there are the following streets: Singletons Drive, William Mosby (John's brother) and Montiero (one of Mosby's officers). The main area of Mosby's guerrilla operations included Loudoun, Fauquier, Culpeper and parts of Prince William and Fairfax Counties and occasionally the Shenandoah Valley. This area was dubbed 'Mosby's Confederacy.' Mosby had one of the most successful and well-known commands of U.S. military history. His Rangers did help in diverting substantial Northern forces, but were not enough to prevent the Union victory. After the war, Mosby received parole, became a friend of U.S. Grant and served as envoy to Hong Kong. Mosby is buried in the Warrenton Cemetery, not far from Captain John Quincy Marr, killed at Fairfax Court House on 1 June, 1861 (see another article in this series).
Bob, who lives on Cotton Farm Road, is a past President of our community.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Norma
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Date: October 25, 2014 04:40AM
We lived in a house that was used as a hospital for soldiers near Appomattox VA. The house still stands today with a cemetery across the road. We definitely knew when the ghosts were walking and some moaned.
We could hear them walking down the steps. The hair on your neck would stand up and it would get very cold in the house.
We could hear them walking down the steps. The hair on your neck would stand up and it would get very cold in the house.
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please help me
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Date: November 03, 2014 07:29PM
I work in Herndon on Spring St and we have a ghost in the building. I was told by my co-worker when I started but I didn't believe it until the night something happened. I was work nights and every night at 8 pm I would hear heavy breathing or snoring. Then one night it smacked the window blinds and scared the daylights out of me. After this one of the cleaning ladies was on the 2nd floor and she saw the ghost. After this the lady refuses to work on the 2nd floor.
If anybody knows anything about this area or about this ghost I would like more information.
If anybody knows anything about this area or about this ghost I would like more information.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Javier
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Date: November 03, 2014 07:43PM
please help me Wrote:
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> I work in Herndon on Spring St and we have a ghost
> in the building. I was told by my co-worker when I
> started but I didn't believe it until the night
> something happened. I was work nights and every
> night at 8 pm I would hear heavy breathing or
> snoring. Then one night it smacked the window
> blinds and scared the daylights out of me. After
> this one of the cleaning ladies was on the 2nd
> floor and she saw the ghost. After this the lady
> refuses to work on the 2nd floor.
>
> If anybody knows anything about this area or about
> this ghost I would like more information.
We have a ghost that haunts our office building at night in Herndon also. This is in the Fairbrook Drive building in Herndon.
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> I work in Herndon on Spring St and we have a ghost
> in the building. I was told by my co-worker when I
> started but I didn't believe it until the night
> something happened. I was work nights and every
> night at 8 pm I would hear heavy breathing or
> snoring. Then one night it smacked the window
> blinds and scared the daylights out of me. After
> this one of the cleaning ladies was on the 2nd
> floor and she saw the ghost. After this the lady
> refuses to work on the 2nd floor.
>
> If anybody knows anything about this area or about
> this ghost I would like more information.
We have a ghost that haunts our office building at night in Herndon also. This is in the Fairbrook Drive building in Herndon.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
karen
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Date: November 12, 2014 04:40PM
What's to story about the Silas Burke Mansion being haunted? I've never heard that before.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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Silas Burke House
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Date: November 12, 2014 06:50PM
karen Wrote:
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> What's to story about the Silas Burke Mansion
> being haunted? I've never heard that before.
Here's some history on the house, but other than it being mentioned earlier in this thread from 2010, there's nothing about the ghost.
Silas Burke House
http://www.burkehistoricalsociety.org/whats-what/silas-burke-house/
This historic home was built in 1824 and was the residence of Lieutenant Colonel Silas Burke, his wife Hannah Coffer Burke, and two children, John Thomas and Ann Virginia. John T. Burke would go on to gain his own fame as Captain of the Fairfax Rifles, 17th Virginia Co. D Infantry, losing his life at the Battle of Antietam in 1862.
Silas Burke had the house built close to the time of their marriage. Burke’s many accomplishments include being a successful farmer, inn keeper and owner of a store, grist and lumber mills, a blacksmith shop, and a brick yard. He held many county offices including chief justice of the Fairfax County court, presiding justice and county sheriff, lieutenant colonel in the county militia, commissioner of public buildings and schools, trustee, guardian and appraiser, road surveyor and President of the Fairfax Agricultural Society. Burke donated the land for Burke Station, on the Orange & Alexandria Railroad, which was named after Burke who served as a director of the railroad and the Fairfax Turnpike Company. At the time of his death in September 1854, he was one of the most successful entrepreneurs in Fairfax County’s history.
This home was also once the home of the Henry Copperthite family, who owned the local race track in the early 1900s. In 1925, William and Nellie Simpson purchased the Silas Burke House. While Colonel Burke called his estate “Woodbury,” the Fowler family, Simpson descendants, call it “Top O’ The Hill.”
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> What's to story about the Silas Burke Mansion
> being haunted? I've never heard that before.
Here's some history on the house, but other than it being mentioned earlier in this thread from 2010, there's nothing about the ghost.
Silas Burke House
http://www.burkehistoricalsociety.org/whats-what/silas-burke-house/
This historic home was built in 1824 and was the residence of Lieutenant Colonel Silas Burke, his wife Hannah Coffer Burke, and two children, John Thomas and Ann Virginia. John T. Burke would go on to gain his own fame as Captain of the Fairfax Rifles, 17th Virginia Co. D Infantry, losing his life at the Battle of Antietam in 1862.
Silas Burke had the house built close to the time of their marriage. Burke’s many accomplishments include being a successful farmer, inn keeper and owner of a store, grist and lumber mills, a blacksmith shop, and a brick yard. He held many county offices including chief justice of the Fairfax County court, presiding justice and county sheriff, lieutenant colonel in the county militia, commissioner of public buildings and schools, trustee, guardian and appraiser, road surveyor and President of the Fairfax Agricultural Society. Burke donated the land for Burke Station, on the Orange & Alexandria Railroad, which was named after Burke who served as a director of the railroad and the Fairfax Turnpike Company. At the time of his death in September 1854, he was one of the most successful entrepreneurs in Fairfax County’s history.
This home was also once the home of the Henry Copperthite family, who owned the local race track in the early 1900s. In 1925, William and Nellie Simpson purchased the Silas Burke House. While Colonel Burke called his estate “Woodbury,” the Fowler family, Simpson descendants, call it “Top O’ The Hill.”
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Ghost in Oakton
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Date: November 16, 2014 03:40AM
In Oakton, Virginia back in 1975, I was visiting friends at the old mill house on Stuart Mill Road. Late at night as Johnny Carson began his opening monologue, I saw something I still can't explain.
I was sitting in the music room, with the black and white TV sitting on a corner of the hearth of the stone fireplace. The room was cold. It was always the coldest room in the house, no matter what month of the year. There was a doorway into the room on each side of the fireplace I was facing. The left doorway was aligned with the bottom of the staircase to the second floor bedrooms. As Johnny began his jokes, my attention was distracted and I glanced through that doorway to the bottom of the staircase. There was nothing there, so I looked back at the TV screen.
Know how on a dark night you can look directly at something, but not see it? If you look away from it; however, you can often make it out relying on your peripheral vision. That's what the Navy has taught its lookouts assigned to night visual searches for many years. Army training emphasizes the sensitivity of nighttime peripheral vision too.
There was something at the bottom of the staircase. I glanced back to look at it directly several more times, but each time I did that I saw nothing. When I looked off to the side back at the TV screen though, I could make out a light at the bottom of the darkened staircase every time. I thought about it while I sat there. There were no street lights within sight of the house. There still aren't. Stuart Mill Road crosses Difficult Run near the front of the property. Maybe it was car headlights flashing into the house as they crossed the bridge. No cars at all passed by on Stuart Mill Road, while the light persisted.
About the light. It wasn't a shining light, but a glow. It was taller than it was wide, and on the left side of the staircase near one of the bottom steps. It was a pretty bright sapphire blue in the center with the color shading to white around the edges. I puzzled over it, but it was pretty. Over the course of ten or fifteen minutes, whenever I looked directly at it, I saw nothing. Whenever I glanced back towards Carson, it was still there. I wasn't watching Carson during that time, just glancing that way to use my peripheral vision.
Towards the end of that time, I did actually get distracted by Carson. Then when I remembered and glanced back and forth to check the glow, it was gone.
I was mildly disappointed and still a little puzzled. The only light on in the house was a dim light in the kitchen. My eyesight at that time was better than flawless. Navy testing a few years later amazed corpsmen running the tests, who discussed my results with the doctor supervising them. I still don't know what I saw, but I saw something.
I don't know much about the history of that house, though we all believed it was built before the Civil War. I never checked the chain of title to learn who lived there over the years or looked into what events took place there. The millstones were still on the creek down by the bridge then, and the house is still there.
I was sitting in the music room, with the black and white TV sitting on a corner of the hearth of the stone fireplace. The room was cold. It was always the coldest room in the house, no matter what month of the year. There was a doorway into the room on each side of the fireplace I was facing. The left doorway was aligned with the bottom of the staircase to the second floor bedrooms. As Johnny began his jokes, my attention was distracted and I glanced through that doorway to the bottom of the staircase. There was nothing there, so I looked back at the TV screen.
Know how on a dark night you can look directly at something, but not see it? If you look away from it; however, you can often make it out relying on your peripheral vision. That's what the Navy has taught its lookouts assigned to night visual searches for many years. Army training emphasizes the sensitivity of nighttime peripheral vision too.
There was something at the bottom of the staircase. I glanced back to look at it directly several more times, but each time I did that I saw nothing. When I looked off to the side back at the TV screen though, I could make out a light at the bottom of the darkened staircase every time. I thought about it while I sat there. There were no street lights within sight of the house. There still aren't. Stuart Mill Road crosses Difficult Run near the front of the property. Maybe it was car headlights flashing into the house as they crossed the bridge. No cars at all passed by on Stuart Mill Road, while the light persisted.
About the light. It wasn't a shining light, but a glow. It was taller than it was wide, and on the left side of the staircase near one of the bottom steps. It was a pretty bright sapphire blue in the center with the color shading to white around the edges. I puzzled over it, but it was pretty. Over the course of ten or fifteen minutes, whenever I looked directly at it, I saw nothing. Whenever I glanced back towards Carson, it was still there. I wasn't watching Carson during that time, just glancing that way to use my peripheral vision.
Towards the end of that time, I did actually get distracted by Carson. Then when I remembered and glanced back and forth to check the glow, it was gone.
I was mildly disappointed and still a little puzzled. The only light on in the house was a dim light in the kitchen. My eyesight at that time was better than flawless. Navy testing a few years later amazed corpsmen running the tests, who discussed my results with the doctor supervising them. I still don't know what I saw, but I saw something.
I don't know much about the history of that house, though we all believed it was built before the Civil War. I never checked the chain of title to learn who lived there over the years or looked into what events took place there. The millstones were still on the creek down by the bridge then, and the house is still there.
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Posted by:
A Haunting in Fairfax
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Date: November 16, 2014 04:14AM
I was having a dream where I would be walking, and a little girl in a white dress would approach me. I blew it off. I had the dream a couple more times, but I still thought it wasn't anything to worry about. One day I was standing at my kitchen sink, and I saw the girl! She was almost see-through. It was a little unsettling. A few hours later while doing my homework it got really cold. I went to my closet to pull out a blanket. I heard a large thud, and when I turned around my text book was on the floor. I was a little spooked, but I still brushed it off.
The next morning I went to take a shower, and I kept hearing someone scratch on my door. I thought it was my brother, so I went out to yell at him. I asked my stepdad where he was, and he said that we were the only ones home. It wasn't him because he was outside in the garden. I was really freaked out. I went back to my shower, and the room was full of steam, but it was freezing. When I got out of the shower I could have sworn someone tripped me. I hit my head on the floor and was out cold. While I was asleep, I had the dream again.
I live on Leehigh Drive in Fairfax VA. Has anyone else heard of stuff like this going on in this area?
The next morning I went to take a shower, and I kept hearing someone scratch on my door. I thought it was my brother, so I went out to yell at him. I asked my stepdad where he was, and he said that we were the only ones home. It wasn't him because he was outside in the garden. I was really freaked out. I went back to my shower, and the room was full of steam, but it was freezing. When I got out of the shower I could have sworn someone tripped me. I hit my head on the floor and was out cold. While I was asleep, I had the dream again.
I live on Leehigh Drive in Fairfax VA. Has anyone else heard of stuff like this going on in this area?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
fracturedfairfax
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Date: November 16, 2014 09:14AM
karen Wrote:
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> What's to story about the Silas Burke Mansion
> being haunted? I've never heard that before.
Probably the ghost of Annie Copperthite, who died there on May 30, 1901, aged 16. She was one of the children of Henry Copperthite, who later built the horse racing track near the house.
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> What's to story about the Silas Burke Mansion
> being haunted? I've never heard that before.
Probably the ghost of Annie Copperthite, who died there on May 30, 1901, aged 16. She was one of the children of Henry Copperthite, who later built the horse racing track near the house.
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Posted by:
xkyCx
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Date: November 18, 2014 03:26AM
fracturedfairfax Wrote:
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> karen Wrote:
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> > What's to story about the Silas Burke Mansion
> > being haunted? I've never heard that before.
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> Probably the ghost of Annie Copperthite, who died
> there on May 30, 1901, aged 16. She was one of the
> children of Henry Copperthite, who later built the
> horse racing track near the house.
How did she die Chuck?
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> > What's to story about the Silas Burke Mansion
> > being haunted? I've never heard that before.
>
> Probably the ghost of Annie Copperthite, who died
> there on May 30, 1901, aged 16. She was one of the
> children of Henry Copperthite, who later built the
> horse racing track near the house.
How did she die Chuck?
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Posted by:
MOre Info
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Date: November 19, 2014 11:51AM
xkyCx Wrote:
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> > > What's to story about the Silas Burke Mansion
> > > being haunted? I've never heard that before.
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> > Probably the ghost of Annie Copperthite, who
> died
> > there on May 30, 1901, aged 16. She was one of
> the
> > children of Henry Copperthite, who later built
> the
> > horse racing track near the house.
>
> How did she die Chuck?
Looks like she had been sick for two weeks. Check out the article from "The Evening Times" (Washington DC)...
Born in 1885 and died in 1901.
http://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn84024441/1901-05-31/ed-1/seq-5/
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> > > What's to story about the Silas Burke Mansion
> > > being haunted? I've never heard that before.
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> > Probably the ghost of Annie Copperthite, who
> died
> > there on May 30, 1901, aged 16. She was one of
> the
> > children of Henry Copperthite, who later built
> the
> > horse racing track near the house.
>
> How did she die Chuck?
Looks like she had been sick for two weeks. Check out the article from "The Evening Times" (Washington DC)...
Born in 1885 and died in 1901.
http://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn84024441/1901-05-31/ed-1/seq-5/
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Haunting in Woodbridge
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Haunting in Woodbridge
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Date: November 29, 2014 10:37AM
This couple that I didn't know very well asked me to babysit. I went over, and the mom gave me all the emergency phone numbers and instructions for the children. When they left, everything was normal. I made dinner; I cleaned up, and I put the kids to bed. I sat on the couch waiting for the parents get home when I heard a scream coming from upstairs. The little boy (3 years old) was crying and freaking out saying that Julia touched him. I just thought ''oh it's an imaginary friend or just a bad dream. '' To calm him down, I took him downstairs with me, so he could sleep on the couch. About an hour after that, I heard a voice coming from the baby monitor. I thought the baby woke up, so I went to check the monitor. The baby wasn't there!
The camera focused right on the baby's crib, and there weren't any pillows or blankets in there with her, so she couldn't have been hidden by anything. Keep in mind that she was 6 months at the time, so she couldn't get out of the crib by herself. I ran upstairs and everything seemed like it was fine. The baby was there, but I was so confused. I went back downstairs to sit with the boy. Toys including trucks, dolls, cars, books, etc. Any game or toy you could think of was scattered all over the room. The kid was fast asleep, and even if he wasn't asleep I was only gone for a minute. For the rest of the night I just sat there terrified. When the parents came home I asked them if they had any weird experiences with the house. They quickly looked at each other and then practically shoved me out of their house.
The camera focused right on the baby's crib, and there weren't any pillows or blankets in there with her, so she couldn't have been hidden by anything. Keep in mind that she was 6 months at the time, so she couldn't get out of the crib by herself. I ran upstairs and everything seemed like it was fine. The baby was there, but I was so confused. I went back downstairs to sit with the boy. Toys including trucks, dolls, cars, books, etc. Any game or toy you could think of was scattered all over the room. The kid was fast asleep, and even if he wasn't asleep I was only gone for a minute. For the rest of the night I just sat there terrified. When the parents came home I asked them if they had any weird experiences with the house. They quickly looked at each other and then practically shoved me out of their house.
ghost picture in leesburg
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Date: November 29, 2014 11:06AM
This picture was taken 10 / 31/09 at around 10:45 pm in Leesburg, VA. The church I was attempting to capture was the St. James' Episcopal Church. I tried twice to get a decent picture of the church, but was unable to get anything that clearly showed the beauty of this church.
Upon uploading the pictures to my computer I noticed that the two photos I managed to take of the church had a ghostly image in the bottom right hand corner of the picture. Bear in mind that I used my cell phone for the pictures I took that night, but these two were the only ones to show this human shaped mist in the picture.
There were no people near me at the time these pictures were taken.
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Upon uploading the pictures to my computer I noticed that the two photos I managed to take of the church had a ghostly image in the bottom right hand corner of the picture. Bear in mind that I used my cell phone for the pictures I took that night, but these two were the only ones to show this human shaped mist in the picture.
There were no people near me at the time these pictures were taken.
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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Jennifer
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Date: April 18, 2015 10:17AM
So in annandel there is a hunted park that peploel and police claim that they seen this little girl inthe park crying and luaghing and swing on the swings it all started when this mother at dawn took her duaghter to the patk and killed her in the park and the mom killed her sellfe to sobthey would not put her in jail so now the little girl spirt is still in the park
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
496
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Date: April 19, 2015 12:36PM
Jennifer Wrote:
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> So in annandel there is a hunted park that peploel
> and police claim that they seen this little girl
> inthe park crying and luaghing and swing on the
> swings it all started when this mother at dawn
> took her duaghter to the patk and killed her in
> the park and the mom killed her sellfe to sobthey
> would not put her in jail so now the little girl
> spirt is still in the park
Are you retarded?
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> So in annandel there is a hunted park that peploel
> and police claim that they seen this little girl
> inthe park crying and luaghing and swing on the
> swings it all started when this mother at dawn
> took her duaghter to the patk and killed her in
> the park and the mom killed her sellfe to sobthey
> would not put her in jail so now the little girl
> spirt is still in the park
Are you retarded?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Kandi - fort belvoir
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Date: April 20, 2015 09:11AM
When I lived in here my son would always talk to someone or something, and things would get knocked off or moved. My son tried to crawl down the stairs after something. When I grabbed him he screamed and fought me, biting and pinching. I had a dog that attacked something every time my son was around it. My husband thought it was attacking my son, so he made me get rid of it, but it jumped at something above my son and landed on him. It jumped off and stood over him barking then grabbed him by the pants' leg and tried to pull him away.
The floors always creaked as if someone was walking on them or running around. Every night before I fell asleep it sounded like there was someone scratching on the windows at first. I thought it was just a tree limb, but when I remembered to check there were none near the master bedroom. Cabinets slammed, and doors closed. For the 1 year we lived there I always felt uneasy being there.
The floors always creaked as if someone was walking on them or running around. Every night before I fell asleep it sounded like there was someone scratching on the windows at first. I thought it was just a tree limb, but when I remembered to check there were none near the master bedroom. Cabinets slammed, and doors closed. For the 1 year we lived there I always felt uneasy being there.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
lisa gee
()
Date: April 21, 2015 08:26PM
amanda Wrote:
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> When I was a young girl I lived in this little
> house on TC Walker in Gloucester Va. It was me, my
> mom, and now step dad. Well every night around
> midnight I would wake up screaming and running to
> my mom's room complaining about a man being in my
> room. Cops were called, and they said there was no
> sign of any break in or man. Every night for
> months this happened. I would wake up to my toys
> being played with and the old man wanting to play.
> My mom was getting frustrated and wanted to see
> for herself. She stayed the night in my room with
> me, and yet again around midnight she woke up to
> me talking to somebody telling them I did not want
> to play and that I wanted to go to sleep. She then
> saw my toys going off.
>
> Well after that we moved. We then got a phone call
> from the people that moved in after us asking if
> any of the family saw an old man. My mom explained
> the situation and sure enough the people were
> experiencing it too. Well, mom called the realtor
> and sure enough an old man died in my room around
> midnight. He was really sick and could never have
> children although he absolutely adored children.
> His room was turned into a hospital room (almost.
> ) My mom eventually found a newspaper clipping of
> the man and studied it with my dad and hid it.
> Well they asked me what he had looked like, and I
> was able to describe him to a t at the age of 8.
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> When I was a young girl I lived in this little
> house on TC Walker in Gloucester Va. It was me, my
> mom, and now step dad. Well every night around
> midnight I would wake up screaming and running to
> my mom's room complaining about a man being in my
> room. Cops were called, and they said there was no
> sign of any break in or man. Every night for
> months this happened. I would wake up to my toys
> being played with and the old man wanting to play.
> My mom was getting frustrated and wanted to see
> for herself. She stayed the night in my room with
> me, and yet again around midnight she woke up to
> me talking to somebody telling them I did not want
> to play and that I wanted to go to sleep. She then
> saw my toys going off.
>
> Well after that we moved. We then got a phone call
> from the people that moved in after us asking if
> any of the family saw an old man. My mom explained
> the situation and sure enough the people were
> experiencing it too. Well, mom called the realtor
> and sure enough an old man died in my room around
> midnight. He was really sick and could never have
> children although he absolutely adored children.
> His room was turned into a hospital room (almost.
> ) My mom eventually found a newspaper clipping of
> the man and studied it with my dad and hid it.
> Well they asked me what he had looked like, and I
> was able to describe him to a t at the age of 8.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
lisa gee
()
Date: April 21, 2015 08:29PM
amanda I live on t c walker for last 8 months what was the house number strange things have happened here?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Malisa
()
Date: May 04, 2015 08:45AM
A good start for getting great help is contacting 333amparanormal.org or com and Krystal is the Lead investigator. They are on Facebook and on the internet. Also another great paranormal team that helped me is Northern Virgina Paranormal Investigators and they are on facebook as well. Janie in the owner of the company. Another wonderful team is Reston Paranormal Investigators. This team is right out of Reston. They are also a wonderful team! They have all helped me. I do have they're numbers if you do in fact need them because you can't find them. Just let me know. Thanks.. and I hope this helps...
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Joke Insurance
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Date: January 15, 2016 08:14AM
When did they finally tear down that abandoned house on Frying Pan Road? That place was pretty creepy.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Good one
()
Date: January 15, 2016 03:07PM
Funny! Not retarded but a ghost of the poster, her great-grandmother who was known to have poor spelling.
496 Wrote:
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> Jennifer Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > So in annandel there is a hunted park that
> peploel
> > and police claim that they seen this little
> girl
> > inthe park crying and luaghing and swing on the
> > swings it all started when this mother at dawn
> > took her duaghter to the patk and killed her in
> > the park and the mom killed her sellfe to
> sobthey
> > would not put her in jail so now the little
> girl
> > spirt is still in the park
>
>
> Are you retarded?
496 Wrote:
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> Jennifer Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > So in annandel there is a hunted park that
> peploel
> > and police claim that they seen this little
> girl
> > inthe park crying and luaghing and swing on the
> > swings it all started when this mother at dawn
> > took her duaghter to the patk and killed her in
> > the park and the mom killed her sellfe to
> sobthey
> > would not put her in jail so now the little
> girl
> > spirt is still in the park
>
>
> Are you retarded?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Memphis Belle
()
Date: January 15, 2016 03:23PM
I was born and raised in No. Va. but recently moved and married. We are 45 minutes outside of Memphis and my husband's first wife died in the house 6 days after leaving hospice. She passed away overnight and He found her the next morning. That night He was awakened with pressure on His cheek, which He swears was a kiss from her.
Knowing the history, it had been occupied for only 2 years out of the 7 since her passing. So when I first visited I took pictures. The ones of Him in the bedroom had orbs all OVER the place, and specifically a big one right over His heart. Yes, it'd been empty, visited once a month or so for the weekend, BUT we have Robo, the vacuum cleaner, which runs daily. So, could it have still been dust?
In April when I officially moved here I did Ghost Radar (Joke, I know, but hear me out.). When I was clearing out the kitchen, there is a a train and Noah's Ark cookie jar that belonged to His 1st wife. A friend's son is into trains so I asked my husband if I could give it to him, keeping in mind I am very respectful of her. A few hours later I turned on Ghost Radar and I get the word, 'bucket.' I asked out loud, "What? You mean the cookie jars?" It replied, 'cookie.' I've NEVER gotten a direct answer from a question before.
After our marriage this Christmas I put up two pics of our wedding on a wall shelf with the other hanging on the wall; underneath the one on the shelf was a house number plaque we received for Christmas. Sitting here one night, TV on and laptops both in our laps, I see something move from my left peripheal. The pic on the shelf had fallen 6 feet from the wall, knocking down the house number plaque with it. Folks, the only way it would have fallen is to knock the plaque down is to the RIGHT, not just DOWN. I put it back up and nothing has happened since, but now I'm paranoid about it. lol Also, I have verbally expressed my desire to keep a pic of husband and her on the wall, again out of respect.
Our two dogs and cat have never reacted to anything, but occassionally I'll turn on Ghost Radar and gotten curious words.
So, the question remains: Is this place really haunted??
On a side note: We visited Boliver, TN, known for its Civil War history, on Halloween night. An historic mansion we visited--when we were in one room that an elderly resident pretty much spent her entire days in. Ghost Radar said, "me" when our guide was talking about her. Many blips on it while we were there, yet as soon as we left for the rest of the tour it was entirely quite.
A funny story: An historic cemetery we visited during the bus tour, we got out. There are stories of hearing a cat whining late at night (I know, I know.) Well, my husband and I were standing by the fence with another couple to the left of us. I remembered I saved a cat's screech on my phone so I played that. Immediately the woman turned toward us with her eyes wide open, like, "Did you hear that?!" lol I couldn't help but bust out laughing and showed her my phone. I don't think she got the joke.
Knowing the history, it had been occupied for only 2 years out of the 7 since her passing. So when I first visited I took pictures. The ones of Him in the bedroom had orbs all OVER the place, and specifically a big one right over His heart. Yes, it'd been empty, visited once a month or so for the weekend, BUT we have Robo, the vacuum cleaner, which runs daily. So, could it have still been dust?
In April when I officially moved here I did Ghost Radar (Joke, I know, but hear me out.). When I was clearing out the kitchen, there is a a train and Noah's Ark cookie jar that belonged to His 1st wife. A friend's son is into trains so I asked my husband if I could give it to him, keeping in mind I am very respectful of her. A few hours later I turned on Ghost Radar and I get the word, 'bucket.' I asked out loud, "What? You mean the cookie jars?" It replied, 'cookie.' I've NEVER gotten a direct answer from a question before.
After our marriage this Christmas I put up two pics of our wedding on a wall shelf with the other hanging on the wall; underneath the one on the shelf was a house number plaque we received for Christmas. Sitting here one night, TV on and laptops both in our laps, I see something move from my left peripheal. The pic on the shelf had fallen 6 feet from the wall, knocking down the house number plaque with it. Folks, the only way it would have fallen is to knock the plaque down is to the RIGHT, not just DOWN. I put it back up and nothing has happened since, but now I'm paranoid about it. lol Also, I have verbally expressed my desire to keep a pic of husband and her on the wall, again out of respect.
Our two dogs and cat have never reacted to anything, but occassionally I'll turn on Ghost Radar and gotten curious words.
So, the question remains: Is this place really haunted??
On a side note: We visited Boliver, TN, known for its Civil War history, on Halloween night. An historic mansion we visited--when we were in one room that an elderly resident pretty much spent her entire days in. Ghost Radar said, "me" when our guide was talking about her. Many blips on it while we were there, yet as soon as we left for the rest of the tour it was entirely quite.
A funny story: An historic cemetery we visited during the bus tour, we got out. There are stories of hearing a cat whining late at night (I know, I know.) Well, my husband and I were standing by the fence with another couple to the left of us. I remembered I saved a cat's screech on my phone so I played that. Immediately the woman turned toward us with her eyes wide open, like, "Did you hear that?!" lol I couldn't help but bust out laughing and showed her my phone. I don't think she got the joke.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County Roundtree Park
Posted by:
Nick
()
Date: March 13, 2016 11:45PM
Some freaky shit happened. Here is some background. I am a student at VCU studying biology. I'm currently taking an ornithology class about birds and I have to take pictures of them every week and post it on a website. I'm currently in Northern VA for spring break. Sorry if my story is long, but lets begin. (This JUST happened and IS 100% true.)
So, I get to Roundtree park in Fairfax County today around 3:30pm, Sunday, March 13, 2016 To take pictures of birds. I see that the trail is closed off due to a broken bridge that goes over a stream and go on a newly made detour, so I decided to say fuck it and go around the closure, and continue on the main trail. A little walk down the trail and I find stepping stones. They are about 10 across and are there for when it floods. I thought to myself kinda cool and stepped across them. I then decide to venture off and follow the stream. The water is super high since it is raining. Since streams lead to bigger bodies of water I followed it hoping to find some stupid ass ducks or some shit type of bird. After about a 25-minute follow, this stream led to a massive reservoir, I'm guessing it was around 5 feet deep. You could definitely swim in it on a hot day and it has a beach area to chill on. I am now beginning to feel a really fucking eerie feeling. Like something is watching me. I look to my right, see nothing then, I look up to my left and I see a birdhouse. This isn’t a small shitty small birdhouse, but a real experimental birdhouse placed there by someone doing scientific research. I move closer to the birdhouse slowly and see that it obviously been pried open on the bottom. These birdhouses are normally super fucking sturdy and it takes fucking strength to open the bottom. I am guessing a bear or something strong as fuck tried to open that shit, cause you can see claw marks on it. This doesn't really scare me. As I look straight after examining the birdhouse I see a staircase. (A metal fucking staircase in the middle of the woods with nothing around it.) I’m guessing it was used as a Hunting stand or some shit, but its missing the top of part of the staircase. I know my creepy pastas, and fuck that shit I did NOT go close to it, I continued to go left parallel to the reservoir and keeping my distance from the staircase. As I continue parallel to the left down the stream, and past the staircase, I spot a couple ducks, so I whip out my I-phone and take pictures of them. At least point a REALLY strong breeze flows through the forest and I see a womanly figure about 40 yards ahead of me, walking ungodly fast through the brush. It was like her feet were walking, but she was gliding across the ground. I can’t see her face. She was wearing a black trench jacket and walking as fast as some people sprint. At this point I’m a little scared, but more drawn back at the fact that there is another person a mile or a mile and a half in the forest. Since I don’t want any problems I stayed quiet, crouched, and tried to use my phone. BUT NOPE shit is dead. I fully charged it BEFORE I went out today and am dumbfounded. As the persons figure starts to slowly fade away, I try again to turn on my phone, and it turns on, with 82% battery. I just don’t understand this. I never had battery problems before but TODAY my phone is being a bitch. I continue to go left parallel to the stream find a path and a hill about 200 feet tall. I decide to snap a picture of it. It looked beautifully creepy. The hill casted a shadow even there was no sun out today. I look at the picture under the gallery then I look at my I-phones battery and it says 78%. I start to follow the trail up the hill. As I'm walking up the hill, the forest is gets darker, every step I am taking it seems that less and less light is coming through the clouds. The sounds of the raindrops hitting the leaves are slowly fading. I can breathe, but I cannot hear my own breathes being taken in, and the sound of my heartbeat is getting louder and louder.
I reach the top of the hill, and my heartbeat is now the only thing I can hear. All the sounds of the forest are drowned, and it seems like its 8:30pm at night. I am deaf. I try clapping, and no sound is made. As soon as I realize that I am deaf I know my adrenaline kicks in and I'm in shock at this point. I pull my phone to try to play music to see if I'm deaf and my phone is dead again. I tried to turn it on three fucking times and the piece of shit does not turn on. I put it back in my pocket, I look forward and I see three shed like houses in a horizontal linear formation about 20 yards ahead of me on this hill, and I smell a rotten fowl smell. It smelt of dogs shit, rotten chicken, with a very putrid sour aroma. The only senses I have at this time are my smell and my sight. I look at the middle shed, and the woman walks from behind it. Her hood is covering her eyes and noes, and all I see is a slight grin with her teeth showing. At this point bros, I am about to shit my pants and I quickly run down the trail back to the bottom of this hill. As I am running, the forest gets brighter, the sounds of raindrops hitting leaves are back, I can hear my own breathes and I can hear birds. I look back at the hill to see if this bitch is following me but she is nowhere to be seen. I continue to sprint through the brush tripping and falling for about 10 minutes following the stream back, I start laughing because every 8th or 9th step I’m falling so I felt safe so walked the rest of it back to closure of the trail. Can someone please explain to me what the fuck happened? I even turned my phone on back on when I got into my car. It was at 68% but no photo of the hill. My phone has been working fine this afternoon. I don’t know what I saw. I don’t know if It was a homeless person or an apparition but I’m spooked the fuck out. I’ll put the pictures I have up now.
So, I get to Roundtree park in Fairfax County today around 3:30pm, Sunday, March 13, 2016 To take pictures of birds. I see that the trail is closed off due to a broken bridge that goes over a stream and go on a newly made detour, so I decided to say fuck it and go around the closure, and continue on the main trail. A little walk down the trail and I find stepping stones. They are about 10 across and are there for when it floods. I thought to myself kinda cool and stepped across them. I then decide to venture off and follow the stream. The water is super high since it is raining. Since streams lead to bigger bodies of water I followed it hoping to find some stupid ass ducks or some shit type of bird. After about a 25-minute follow, this stream led to a massive reservoir, I'm guessing it was around 5 feet deep. You could definitely swim in it on a hot day and it has a beach area to chill on. I am now beginning to feel a really fucking eerie feeling. Like something is watching me. I look to my right, see nothing then, I look up to my left and I see a birdhouse. This isn’t a small shitty small birdhouse, but a real experimental birdhouse placed there by someone doing scientific research. I move closer to the birdhouse slowly and see that it obviously been pried open on the bottom. These birdhouses are normally super fucking sturdy and it takes fucking strength to open the bottom. I am guessing a bear or something strong as fuck tried to open that shit, cause you can see claw marks on it. This doesn't really scare me. As I look straight after examining the birdhouse I see a staircase. (A metal fucking staircase in the middle of the woods with nothing around it.) I’m guessing it was used as a Hunting stand or some shit, but its missing the top of part of the staircase. I know my creepy pastas, and fuck that shit I did NOT go close to it, I continued to go left parallel to the reservoir and keeping my distance from the staircase. As I continue parallel to the left down the stream, and past the staircase, I spot a couple ducks, so I whip out my I-phone and take pictures of them. At least point a REALLY strong breeze flows through the forest and I see a womanly figure about 40 yards ahead of me, walking ungodly fast through the brush. It was like her feet were walking, but she was gliding across the ground. I can’t see her face. She was wearing a black trench jacket and walking as fast as some people sprint. At this point I’m a little scared, but more drawn back at the fact that there is another person a mile or a mile and a half in the forest. Since I don’t want any problems I stayed quiet, crouched, and tried to use my phone. BUT NOPE shit is dead. I fully charged it BEFORE I went out today and am dumbfounded. As the persons figure starts to slowly fade away, I try again to turn on my phone, and it turns on, with 82% battery. I just don’t understand this. I never had battery problems before but TODAY my phone is being a bitch. I continue to go left parallel to the stream find a path and a hill about 200 feet tall. I decide to snap a picture of it. It looked beautifully creepy. The hill casted a shadow even there was no sun out today. I look at the picture under the gallery then I look at my I-phones battery and it says 78%. I start to follow the trail up the hill. As I'm walking up the hill, the forest is gets darker, every step I am taking it seems that less and less light is coming through the clouds. The sounds of the raindrops hitting the leaves are slowly fading. I can breathe, but I cannot hear my own breathes being taken in, and the sound of my heartbeat is getting louder and louder.
I reach the top of the hill, and my heartbeat is now the only thing I can hear. All the sounds of the forest are drowned, and it seems like its 8:30pm at night. I am deaf. I try clapping, and no sound is made. As soon as I realize that I am deaf I know my adrenaline kicks in and I'm in shock at this point. I pull my phone to try to play music to see if I'm deaf and my phone is dead again. I tried to turn it on three fucking times and the piece of shit does not turn on. I put it back in my pocket, I look forward and I see three shed like houses in a horizontal linear formation about 20 yards ahead of me on this hill, and I smell a rotten fowl smell. It smelt of dogs shit, rotten chicken, with a very putrid sour aroma. The only senses I have at this time are my smell and my sight. I look at the middle shed, and the woman walks from behind it. Her hood is covering her eyes and noes, and all I see is a slight grin with her teeth showing. At this point bros, I am about to shit my pants and I quickly run down the trail back to the bottom of this hill. As I am running, the forest gets brighter, the sounds of raindrops hitting leaves are back, I can hear my own breathes and I can hear birds. I look back at the hill to see if this bitch is following me but she is nowhere to be seen. I continue to sprint through the brush tripping and falling for about 10 minutes following the stream back, I start laughing because every 8th or 9th step I’m falling so I felt safe so walked the rest of it back to closure of the trail. Can someone please explain to me what the fuck happened? I even turned my phone on back on when I got into my car. It was at 68% but no photo of the hill. My phone has been working fine this afternoon. I don’t know what I saw. I don’t know if It was a homeless person or an apparition but I’m spooked the fuck out. I’ll put the pictures I have up now.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
robbie
()
Date: April 12, 2016 02:14PM
I can say with great certainty that my former residence in Falls Church was haunted by a malicious spirit. When I first moved in I noticed a man's name had been carved onto one of the bedroom walls. At the beginning I didn't think much of it and figured it meant nothing, but as time went on, I started to think otherwise. I happened to occupy the aforementioned bedroom and heard strange noises late at night. I was sure, for example, that I heard the name of the man being called out by a woman's voice. Needless to say, it was very frightening. I hoped the noises would be the end of it, but I couldn't have been more wrong.
After only a month of living there the whole place began to fall apart on me, and under very odd circumstances no less. I remember waking up one morning to find that all the doors were broken and would not shut properly. Also the washing machine and A/C unit stopped working in a single day. It was as if someone or something wanted me to leave, and they were being very persistent about it. The one thing I picked up on was that the noises always preceded one of these spooky events. Thus, I was convinced the carving of the man's name and all the supernatural phenomena were connected. Still, I felt helpless, and the noises weren't going away.
I finally gave up all hope when I found a dead rat outside the front door. Looking at its bloody and mangled body I couldn't help but feel it was an evil omen. That day I packed up all my things and moved back in with my mother. I still don't know how to properly explain all the horrors I experienced living there, but I have something of a theory. It's possible that a married couple used to live at the residence, and the husband murdered his wife. I say this because the woman's voice I heard always sounded so scared. I heard: ''I'm sorry!'' ''Please stop!'' and ''Don't hurt me!'' I think the husband must have been psychotic or something. All I know is that the carving is some kind of curse.
After only a month of living there the whole place began to fall apart on me, and under very odd circumstances no less. I remember waking up one morning to find that all the doors were broken and would not shut properly. Also the washing machine and A/C unit stopped working in a single day. It was as if someone or something wanted me to leave, and they were being very persistent about it. The one thing I picked up on was that the noises always preceded one of these spooky events. Thus, I was convinced the carving of the man's name and all the supernatural phenomena were connected. Still, I felt helpless, and the noises weren't going away.
I finally gave up all hope when I found a dead rat outside the front door. Looking at its bloody and mangled body I couldn't help but feel it was an evil omen. That day I packed up all my things and moved back in with my mother. I still don't know how to properly explain all the horrors I experienced living there, but I have something of a theory. It's possible that a married couple used to live at the residence, and the husband murdered his wife. I say this because the woman's voice I heard always sounded so scared. I heard: ''I'm sorry!'' ''Please stop!'' and ''Don't hurt me!'' I think the husband must have been psychotic or something. All I know is that the carving is some kind of curse.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Nics78
()
Date: August 09, 2016 11:12AM
We moved into a house on barlow road December 2014. I always had a feeling someone is watching me, especially in the upstairs bedroom . Last weekend I woke up and saw this image that appeared to be a male, older , white hair , on the wall. I tried to take a picture but did not work. Then I tried to take a video and it was clearly visible! But I don't feel scared so I don't think it's anything negative.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Tranquility
()
Date: December 28, 2016 06:51PM
I knew someone who lived there, we were all invited to a New Years party. When I got in my truck, I quickly started it and turned the lights on. A low hanging branch from a tree in front of my vehicle moved like someone walked in front of the vehicle and pushed the branch out of the way. I did not have any alcohol because I had to drive myself home. I knew these folks since my early twenties, they were always talking about the place being haunted. Hearing children laugh and play, and seeing civil war soldiers. I thought they were trying to scare me. I sat and looked at that little tree, checked to see if it had snow or ice on it, NOTHING. Ice doesn't make branches move like someone grabbed a hold of the end of it and pulled it back. As I walked to my truck, I was thinking I should have had someone walk me to my vehicle. Apparently someone got the message…Lol. I totally believe you.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Joke Insurance
()
Date: February 14, 2017 10:58AM
The pond at the corner of Lake Braddock Drive and Burke Road, didn't someone drown there years back?
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Joke Insurance
()
Date: February 16, 2017 09:47PM
Actually, I think that it was a murder. I think there is a memorial plaque right next to the pond.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Haunted Fairfax
()
Date: May 23, 2017 09:18PM
I used to work at the Fair Oaks Mall and had numerous strange experiences, including seeing items fall off the shelves of my store with no obvious reason, strange noises, and thinking I saw people come in the store, only to discover when I went to say hello that no one was there.
Might be worth seeing how a psychic responds to the place.
Might be worth seeing how a psychic responds to the place.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
AlexisJordynE
()
Date: November 13, 2017 10:54AM
I have a friend who is an EOD tech and has had similar experiences who would love to get in contact with you.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Alexis Encinas
()
Date: November 13, 2017 10:59AM
My friend who is an EOD tech has had plenty of the same experiences and would love to contact you. Please let me know.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Ghost in the 1825 well!
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Date: March 22, 2018 11:19PM
Odd sounds and old bricks speak from this well!
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Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Skyline Plaza Resident
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Date: December 21, 2018 05:07PM
I am currently a resident at Skyline Plaza. The things I have read are pretty similar to what I’ve experieced. I do have to say, the two most frightening things have not happened to me, but to my friends who have stayed the night here. One of my good friends was watching TV while I was in the shower. About 10 minutes passed by and she came into the bathroom looking very scared. She asked me was I alone in the shower, I laughed and said of course I am. When I opened the shower curtain to see if she was okay her eyes were as big as saucers. She said she heard the most evil voice, and said that the entire room felt heavy as if being crushed or boxed in. I told her I didn’t see or hear anything, but we left soon after, she refused to come back to my place. The second was a friend sleeping over while their condo was being renovated. Around 3am she woke me up saying someone was in the kitchen staring at her. I turned on the lights etc, and never saw anything. To this day she swears someone was just standing in the kitchen glaring at her. I have also “seen” out of the corner of my eyes quick moving black shadows etc in the parking garage and in the hallway, as well, I have had knocks at my door and when I answer it, no one is there. I think what scares me more is that whatever it is in MY place OR in the building itself doesn’t seem to bother me, so either I have grown used to being surrounded by evilness OE, they don’t see me as a threat to them etc. Because trust and believe me, I’m not brave at all when it comes to the paranormal, if I legit saw or witnessed something, I would be out quick as fuck!!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Skyline was cursed from day one
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Date: December 22, 2018 11:32AM
They should never have built it on top of that ancient Native American burial sight.
If only they had watched Poltergeist first!
If only they had watched Poltergeist first!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
North Tower
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Date: December 22, 2018 12:43PM
Skyline Plaza Resident Wrote:
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> I am currently a resident at Skyline Plaza.
> To this day she swears someone was just standing
> in the kitchen glaring at her.
Management has spare keys to all the units.
You saw me.
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> I am currently a resident at Skyline Plaza.
> To this day she swears someone was just standing
> in the kitchen glaring at her.
Management has spare keys to all the units.
You saw me.
Re: The Truth About Bunnyman Bridge
Posted by:
Hdt
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Date: May 03, 2019 07:01PM
Everyone in Clifton is a rapist, occultist and a baby killer so bunny man fits right in.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
in my dreams
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Date: May 04, 2019 07:20AM
Every freakin month I dream about the house I grew up in. Was not a happy place. I feel like I'm haunting this house in my dreams, or it's haunting me. Biggest fear is when I die, I'll be stuck forever in that place. I don't even live in the same state as that horrible house anymore -- but it still haunts me.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
cwkvk
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Date: May 05, 2019 06:12PM
Do a camp out near the Balls Bluff cemetery, best time is around the anniversary date that the Battle of Balls bluff was taking place. It is in Leesburg in Loudoun Co but that is not far upriver from Fairfax County. I have have experiences there with the dogs freaking out during daylight hours when they perceived things I could not see, so I bet you would not be able to make it through an entire night there without plenty of supernatural action. Many of the
the houses around there are haunted because so many dead were buried around that hillside.
the houses around there are haunted because so many dead were buried around that hillside.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
holler ween
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Date: October 30, 2019 05:01AM
scary bump in the night
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Civil war site at Lansdowne
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Date: October 30, 2019 09:59PM
The grounds and hotel at Lansdowne Resort are definetly haunted. Have experienced it personally working there in the 90's and fellow coworkers have had similar encounters.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Mikey Myers
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Date: October 30, 2019 10:12PM
Civil war site at Lansdowne Wrote:
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> The grounds and hotel at Lansdowne Resort are
> definetly haunted. Have experienced it personally
> working there in the 90's and fellow coworkers
> have had similar encounters.
What sorts of things? I used to work at the golf course there but never saw anything.
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> The grounds and hotel at Lansdowne Resort are
> definetly haunted. Have experienced it personally
> working there in the 90's and fellow coworkers
> have had similar encounters.
What sorts of things? I used to work at the golf course there but never saw anything.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Civil war site at Lansdowne
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Date: October 30, 2019 10:39PM
Mikey Myers Wrote:
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> Civil war site at Lansdowne Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > The grounds and hotel at Lansdowne Resort are
> > definetly haunted. Have experienced it
> personally
> > working there in the 90's and fellow coworkers
> > have had similar encounters.
>
> What sorts of things? I used to work at the golf
> course there but never saw anything.
No shit? I was there from '93 to '95. We did our firefighter training in the golf maintenance building. Filled that thing with artificial smoke and had to go in and find and rescue dummies. Glow in the dark golf on the driving range. Going up on the roof of the main resort to watch the airplanes take off and land at Dulles. Good times. But the ghost stories...one day the PBX operator kept getting phone calls from one of the rooms on the third floor. Called us to see if we were fucking with her because there was nobody checked into that room. We went up to the room and the bathroom light was on and the closet door was open. Checked the room, nobody there. Turned off the light and closed the closet door. A couple of hours later we get a call from the front desk saying someone was calling from the room again. We went back up. Same thing...light on door open. We took phone off the hook, turned off light, closed door. Couple of hours later it happens all over again. We unplug the phone from the wall and put it in a drawer. Yep, it happend again. Same room was found to be infested with lady bugs when a guest checked into it. Literally hundereds of lady bugs. Many instances of seeing figures in guest room hallways and on the golf course when we would patrol the cart paths at night. When I worked there there was nothing else out there. It was just the resort and the Xerox Training Center. I doozy of a story about a figure one of the other Security guys saw one night. I will write it up another time as it is a long story. He refused to go back up onto the guest floors after that!
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> Civil war site at Lansdowne Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > The grounds and hotel at Lansdowne Resort are
> > definetly haunted. Have experienced it
> personally
> > working there in the 90's and fellow coworkers
> > have had similar encounters.
>
> What sorts of things? I used to work at the golf
> course there but never saw anything.
No shit? I was there from '93 to '95. We did our firefighter training in the golf maintenance building. Filled that thing with artificial smoke and had to go in and find and rescue dummies. Glow in the dark golf on the driving range. Going up on the roof of the main resort to watch the airplanes take off and land at Dulles. Good times. But the ghost stories...one day the PBX operator kept getting phone calls from one of the rooms on the third floor. Called us to see if we were fucking with her because there was nobody checked into that room. We went up to the room and the bathroom light was on and the closet door was open. Checked the room, nobody there. Turned off the light and closed the closet door. A couple of hours later we get a call from the front desk saying someone was calling from the room again. We went back up. Same thing...light on door open. We took phone off the hook, turned off light, closed door. Couple of hours later it happens all over again. We unplug the phone from the wall and put it in a drawer. Yep, it happend again. Same room was found to be infested with lady bugs when a guest checked into it. Literally hundereds of lady bugs. Many instances of seeing figures in guest room hallways and on the golf course when we would patrol the cart paths at night. When I worked there there was nothing else out there. It was just the resort and the Xerox Training Center. I doozy of a story about a figure one of the other Security guys saw one night. I will write it up another time as it is a long story. He refused to go back up onto the guest floors after that!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Mikey Myers
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Date: October 30, 2019 11:26PM
Civil war site at Lansdowne Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Mikey Myers Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Civil war site at Lansdowne Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > The grounds and hotel at Lansdowne Resort are
> > > definetly haunted. Have experienced it
> > personally
> > > working there in the 90's and fellow
> coworkers
> > > have had similar encounters.
> >
> > What sorts of things? I used to work at the
> golf
> > course there but never saw anything.
>
> No shit? I was there from '93 to '95. We did our
> firefighter training in the golf maintenance
> building. Filled that thing with artificial smoke
> and had to go in and find and rescue dummies. Glow
> in the dark golf on the driving range. Going up on
> the roof of the main resort to watch the airplanes
> take off and land at Dulles. Good times. But the
> ghost stories...one day the PBX operator kept
> getting phone calls from one of the rooms on the
> third floor. Called us to see if we were fucking
> with her because there was nobody checked into
> that room. We went up to the room and the bathroom
> light was on and the closet door was open. Checked
> the room, nobody there. Turned off the light and
> closed the closet door. A couple of hours later we
> get a call from the front desk saying someone was
> calling from the room again. We went back up. Same
> thing...light on door open. We took phone off the
> hook, turned off light, closed door. Couple of
> hours later it happens all over again. We unplug
> the phone from the wall and put it in a drawer.
> Yep, it happend again. Same room was found to be
> infested with lady bugs when a guest checked into
> it. Literally hundereds of lady bugs. Many
> instances of seeing figures in guest room hallways
> and on the golf course when we would patrol the
> cart paths at night. When I worked there there was
> nothing else out there. It was just the resort and
> the Xerox Training Center. I doozy of a story
> about a figure one of the other Security guys saw
> one night. I will write it up another time as it
> is a long story. He refused to go back up onto the
> guest floors after that!
Wut? 93-95 is when I worked there too, I shit you not. Back when there was only one course. I was a golf cart attendant (cart dawgs, heh heh).
So you worked security then huh? I probably would have seen you around then, small world.....
BTW, we used to divide up all the leftover beer after the tournaments and drive them out to our cars after dark in the golf carts. I doubt you would have cared though, lol.
Anyway, the only creepy times were when it was a slow day (rain or cold) and being out in the cart barn alone and hearing random noises in there. Never really thought anything of it though.
Lansdowne sure has changed since those days.
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> Mikey Myers Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Civil war site at Lansdowne Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > The grounds and hotel at Lansdowne Resort are
> > > definetly haunted. Have experienced it
> > personally
> > > working there in the 90's and fellow
> coworkers
> > > have had similar encounters.
> >
> > What sorts of things? I used to work at the
> golf
> > course there but never saw anything.
>
> No shit? I was there from '93 to '95. We did our
> firefighter training in the golf maintenance
> building. Filled that thing with artificial smoke
> and had to go in and find and rescue dummies. Glow
> in the dark golf on the driving range. Going up on
> the roof of the main resort to watch the airplanes
> take off and land at Dulles. Good times. But the
> ghost stories...one day the PBX operator kept
> getting phone calls from one of the rooms on the
> third floor. Called us to see if we were fucking
> with her because there was nobody checked into
> that room. We went up to the room and the bathroom
> light was on and the closet door was open. Checked
> the room, nobody there. Turned off the light and
> closed the closet door. A couple of hours later we
> get a call from the front desk saying someone was
> calling from the room again. We went back up. Same
> thing...light on door open. We took phone off the
> hook, turned off light, closed door. Couple of
> hours later it happens all over again. We unplug
> the phone from the wall and put it in a drawer.
> Yep, it happend again. Same room was found to be
> infested with lady bugs when a guest checked into
> it. Literally hundereds of lady bugs. Many
> instances of seeing figures in guest room hallways
> and on the golf course when we would patrol the
> cart paths at night. When I worked there there was
> nothing else out there. It was just the resort and
> the Xerox Training Center. I doozy of a story
> about a figure one of the other Security guys saw
> one night. I will write it up another time as it
> is a long story. He refused to go back up onto the
> guest floors after that!
Wut? 93-95 is when I worked there too, I shit you not. Back when there was only one course. I was a golf cart attendant (cart dawgs, heh heh).
So you worked security then huh? I probably would have seen you around then, small world.....
BTW, we used to divide up all the leftover beer after the tournaments and drive them out to our cars after dark in the golf carts. I doubt you would have cared though, lol.
Anyway, the only creepy times were when it was a slow day (rain or cold) and being out in the cart barn alone and hearing random noises in there. Never really thought anything of it though.
Lansdowne sure has changed since those days.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Civil war site at Lansdowne
()
Date: November 01, 2019 02:25AM
Mikey Myers Wrote:
-------------------------------------------------------
> Civil war site at Lansdowne Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Mikey Myers Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Civil war site at Lansdowne Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > The grounds and hotel at Lansdowne Resort
> are
> > > > definetly haunted. Have experienced it
> > > personally
> > > > working there in the 90's and fellow
> > coworkers
> > > > have had similar encounters.
> > >
> > > What sorts of things? I used to work at the
> > golf
> > > course there but never saw anything.
> >
> > No shit? I was there from '93 to '95. We did
> our
> > firefighter training in the golf maintenance
> > building. Filled that thing with artificial
> smoke
> > and had to go in and find and rescue dummies.
> Glow
> > in the dark golf on the driving range. Going up
> on
> > the roof of the main resort to watch the
> airplanes
> > take off and land at Dulles. Good times. But
> the
> > ghost stories...one day the PBX operator kept
> > getting phone calls from one of the rooms on
> the
> > third floor. Called us to see if we were
> fucking
> > with her because there was nobody checked into
> > that room. We went up to the room and the
> bathroom
> > light was on and the closet door was open.
> Checked
> > the room, nobody there. Turned off the light
> and
> > closed the closet door. A couple of hours later
> we
> > get a call from the front desk saying someone
> was
> > calling from the room again. We went back up.
> Same
> > thing...light on door open. We took phone off
> the
> > hook, turned off light, closed door. Couple of
> > hours later it happens all over again. We
> unplug
> > the phone from the wall and put it in a drawer.
> > Yep, it happend again. Same room was found to
> be
> > infested with lady bugs when a guest checked
> into
> > it. Literally hundereds of lady bugs. Many
> > instances of seeing figures in guest room
> hallways
> > and on the golf course when we would patrol the
> > cart paths at night. When I worked there there
> was
> > nothing else out there. It was just the resort
> and
> > the Xerox Training Center. I doozy of a story
> > about a figure one of the other Security guys
> saw
> > one night. I will write it up another time as
> it
> > is a long story. He refused to go back up onto
> the
> > guest floors after that!
>
>
> Wut? 93-95 is when I worked there too, I shit you
> not. Back when there was only one course. I was a
> golf cart attendant (cart dawgs, heh heh).
>
> So you worked security then huh? I probably would
> have seen you around then, small world.....
> BTW, we used to divide up all the leftover beer
> after the tournaments and drive them out to our
> cars after dark in the golf carts. I doubt you
> would have cared though, lol.
>
> Anyway, the only creepy times were when it was a
> slow day (rain or cold) and being out in the cart
> barn alone and hearing random noises in there.
> Never really thought anything of it though.
>
> Lansdowne sure has changed since those days.
Yep, I was one of the three security dudes. Troy was the tall good looking one who dated the manager of the Riverside, the older black dude who did not give a fuck about anything, and me. Rob Ward was the evening manager who was pretty much our boss. Do you remember Cheryl V. who was the front desk manager? I dated her for a while. Troy and I used to take that red Chevy S10 pickup that we used for the security vehilce off roading at night down by the ballfields by the river. We would bring that thing back covered in mud! That was a badass truck. Fucking poachers killing and gutting deer on the putting greens out near Rt. 7. Definetly one of the best times of my life.
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> Civil war site at Lansdowne Wrote:
> --------------------------------------------------
> -----
> > Mikey Myers Wrote:
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> > -----
> > > Civil war site at Lansdowne Wrote:
> > >
> >
> --------------------------------------------------
>
> >
> > > -----
> > > > The grounds and hotel at Lansdowne Resort
> are
> > > > definetly haunted. Have experienced it
> > > personally
> > > > working there in the 90's and fellow
> > coworkers
> > > > have had similar encounters.
> > >
> > > What sorts of things? I used to work at the
> > golf
> > > course there but never saw anything.
> >
> > No shit? I was there from '93 to '95. We did
> our
> > firefighter training in the golf maintenance
> > building. Filled that thing with artificial
> smoke
> > and had to go in and find and rescue dummies.
> Glow
> > in the dark golf on the driving range. Going up
> on
> > the roof of the main resort to watch the
> airplanes
> > take off and land at Dulles. Good times. But
> the
> > ghost stories...one day the PBX operator kept
> > getting phone calls from one of the rooms on
> the
> > third floor. Called us to see if we were
> fucking
> > with her because there was nobody checked into
> > that room. We went up to the room and the
> bathroom
> > light was on and the closet door was open.
> Checked
> > the room, nobody there. Turned off the light
> and
> > closed the closet door. A couple of hours later
> we
> > get a call from the front desk saying someone
> was
> > calling from the room again. We went back up.
> Same
> > thing...light on door open. We took phone off
> the
> > hook, turned off light, closed door. Couple of
> > hours later it happens all over again. We
> unplug
> > the phone from the wall and put it in a drawer.
> > Yep, it happend again. Same room was found to
> be
> > infested with lady bugs when a guest checked
> into
> > it. Literally hundereds of lady bugs. Many
> > instances of seeing figures in guest room
> hallways
> > and on the golf course when we would patrol the
> > cart paths at night. When I worked there there
> was
> > nothing else out there. It was just the resort
> and
> > the Xerox Training Center. I doozy of a story
> > about a figure one of the other Security guys
> saw
> > one night. I will write it up another time as
> it
> > is a long story. He refused to go back up onto
> the
> > guest floors after that!
>
>
> Wut? 93-95 is when I worked there too, I shit you
> not. Back when there was only one course. I was a
> golf cart attendant (cart dawgs, heh heh).
>
> So you worked security then huh? I probably would
> have seen you around then, small world.....
> BTW, we used to divide up all the leftover beer
> after the tournaments and drive them out to our
> cars after dark in the golf carts. I doubt you
> would have cared though, lol.
>
> Anyway, the only creepy times were when it was a
> slow day (rain or cold) and being out in the cart
> barn alone and hearing random noises in there.
> Never really thought anything of it though.
>
> Lansdowne sure has changed since those days.
Yep, I was one of the three security dudes. Troy was the tall good looking one who dated the manager of the Riverside, the older black dude who did not give a fuck about anything, and me. Rob Ward was the evening manager who was pretty much our boss. Do you remember Cheryl V. who was the front desk manager? I dated her for a while. Troy and I used to take that red Chevy S10 pickup that we used for the security vehilce off roading at night down by the ballfields by the river. We would bring that thing back covered in mud! That was a badass truck. Fucking poachers killing and gutting deer on the putting greens out near Rt. 7. Definetly one of the best times of my life.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Old Brogue
()
Date: June 21, 2020 09:51AM
The Old Brogue in Great Falls is haunted. The place has several spirits of licentious character. Sometimes those spirits possess the patrons, whereupon they do the most outlandish things.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Butters0324
()
Date: October 18, 2020 10:13PM
Several years ago our school took a field trip to Sully Plantation. Although this was not the first time we visited the beautiful site, this was the first time something unexplainable happened. As we were touring the bedrooms of the main house, our group of about 10 or so students and chaperones were listening to the docent’s history on the rooms. It was standing room only, so a chaperone and I were standing in the doorway between 2 of the adjoining bedrooms. While we were standing there the parent and I, at exactly the same time, felt like a student was trying to get around us to rejoin our group. We both moved out of the way to let the person get through, but there was absolutely no one there. We both just looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Later I asked her about it and she agreed that she felt like someone was trying to push through to hear the tour.
I’ve asked the Sully staff if they’ve ever had unusual experiences there, but no one has ever said they have.
Although I’ve never seen a ghost myself, I wouldn’t call myself an unbeliever. That day however, we definitely felt something in that room.
Has anyone else ever experienced anything strange at the plantation, particularly in the bedrooms or schoolrooms? Thank you for your information!
I’ve asked the Sully staff if they’ve ever had unusual experiences there, but no one has ever said they have.
Although I’ve never seen a ghost myself, I wouldn’t call myself an unbeliever. That day however, we definitely felt something in that room.
Has anyone else ever experienced anything strange at the plantation, particularly in the bedrooms or schoolrooms? Thank you for your information!
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
reston millennial
()
Date: December 19, 2022 10:02AM
My family used to live in Deepwood back in the late 90s/early 00s, one time my grandma mentioned that after I had left for school she said she saw a woman in a white dress standing in our living room, they didn't say anything to each other but after they locked eyes she disappeared
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Derek Thompson
()
Date: March 02, 2023 03:48PM
I grew up in Manassas and spent a great deal on (and in) Bull Run creek. There was this one place just on the edge of Sudley where it was confusing and sad to be, I can't explain it any other way. There was a walking trail and I'd ride my bike along it, but there was the crushing feeling of being watched and not welcome. It was strange.My sister had the exact same feeling and knew exactly where I was talking about. A few years ago a came across a map from the first civil war battle that showed our neighborhood in Westgate had been the scene of terrible fighting and had changed hands several times. Anyone who had similar feelings please respond. Thanks.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
Posted by:
Haunted in a strange way
()
Date: March 13, 2023 04:38PM
On December 1, 1974 a TWA 727 crashed on Mount Weather, Virginia, and I spent a day at the crash site. A few years ago I connected with a guy and he & I emailed back & forth, and here's part of that. A few years ago I went back to the site and found a few pieces that I took home, only to have a near fatal heart attack two months later. Last year I collected everything and took it back to the site and deposited it, and said a prayer.
I grew up in Manassas, and was 9 1/2 years old at the time. My father's best friend Larry, who had some vaporous "official" connections, somehow knew that the wiring harness couplers held male and female pins made of solid 24kt gold. I believe the wires themselves are made from oxygen-free copper but the harnesses are designed to be easily replaced and the pins were made from gold so that they won't corrode. Larry had gotten some official clearance for he and my dad to specifically salvage these connectors and when my dad told me about it I begged him to let me go. He called Larry and on Friday we got the word that I could go along, provided I would actually do some of the work. Larry was this guy who looked and sounded like a total redneck, but he spoke 5 languages and knew all kinds of stuff about everything. He showed us what the connectors looked like, and how you cut the wires on either side, so that the male and female parts stay together. We could extract the gold pins later in the comfort of our nice warm homes.
The next day we set off early with shovels, pick axes, bolt cutters, tin snips, and many pairs of wire cutters. The day was cold, gray, but dry. When we got close to the site there was a roadblock manned by a few military types. Larry had the paperwork required and it turned out we were expected, but it was clear that the officer in charge didn't approve of me being there. He issued a stern warning that although the bodies had been removed, there were a lot of smaller pieces and that it wasn't a good place to bring a child. He then explained that we were only to take parts of the aircraft, that all personal effects were to be left where they were found. He gave me a hard look as he said this; I nodded soberly, like I had done this before.
At the site itself we were all alone. We parked on the west side of the road where we could clearly see the trees sheared off, then, across the road to the rocks where the nose impacted. You could make out the exact spot where the point of impact was, and that remains very vivid. As the men unloaded the tools I walked passed the rocks and got my first view of the site. I was elated as only a male child can be at the sight of such a horrific thing. It was a lot bigger than I had expected. I remember the tail section, and an engine close by, crumpled metal sections of the fuselage. The most vivid thing was the shoes, all the shoes, and I recall thinking that people sure pack a lot of shoes in their luggage when they fly. Larry told me, with a weird half grin, that your shoes come off in a crash. I thought, "really?" like that's just not possible, but after finding several lace-up shoes that were still tied I figured he was right. No body packs laced up shoes in their luggage.
The next impression that stays with me to this day was the peculiar smell of fresh dirt, vegetation, jet fuel, and what I would later learn was oxidized iron from all the blood. The smell was everywhere, and it got into our clothing and hair. As we worked and began filling up hefty bags, there was quite a bit of gore. I can't describe it any other way except it was very gory. There were skull fragments, some with hair, some scoured so perfectly white it was amazing. A lot of bone fragments. I think we'd been there about an hour when my dad got up and walked off into the undamaged woods and started sobbing. It was a shock for me, because I'd never seen him cry before and he always seemed like such a tough guy. Larry had seen combat, and gave me a look that said, "it's okay, let him be." Dad cried for about five minutes and then came back and gave me a hug, something I didn't understand for many years. It seemed like a bulldozer had gone back and forth over the site, the way some sections were buried in mud. I found a lot of plexiglas, almost all of it the standard 5/16th" (?) thickness, but also two pieces of 2" thick cockpit plexiglas, which I thought was so cool. It's funny but I didn't feel much emotionally at the time for the victims. It was all very clinical, and we had a job to do, but I was the least affected by the carnage. There was some pallor humor, understandably, along the lines that they should really consider making airplanes out of tennis shoe material because those seemed to be the only thing undamaged. I found a man's watch, a Bulova I think, that although it was missing it's crystal and both hands, it still ran when I wound it up. I thought about my dad's own watch, on his wrist, and how much I loved him. We joked about "it really, really, really takes a licking and keeps on ticking," then I returned it to the spot where we found it.
After about three hours my hands were too tired from the wire-cutters to continue. The men let me go exploring on my own and I found some very strange things, like a high top boot that still contained the foot, the two bones gleaming white, so clean amid all the greasy, bloody mud. There was a seatbelt buckle that had been ripped in half; it seemed like a personal thing, I put it back after wondering what kind of force it takes to do that. Man, that still boggles my mind when I think about it. Except for the shoes, I didn't find anything that wasn't broken or torn. That's the most horrific realization: that everything was ripped apart probably in the space of a few seconds. It seemed impossible that something so horrific and complete could take place that fast. Like all those shoes coming off. Weird. The only things I kept were six pieces of plexiglas, which my mother threw away once, not knowing what they were.
One weird thing about the site was the silence, specifically the lack of flies that one would expect. There were no flies, birds, or anything living except for the three of us. It was like being in a cave, the feeling that we had. There was almost an active vacuum of sound, that part was unsettling to me at the time. We filled up three big Hefty bags, hundreds of connectors, and headed home in silence. I was tired but in a slight state of shock. For the next week we sat in front of the tv with needle-nose pliers pulling the little pins out and cutting the copper wire off. Years later my father told me we'd made a little more than $2000 on the gold, which I figured was more than ten ounces. It's a strange connection, 'cause that gold went somewhere. (Where is it now?)
While I can't say I have a fear of flying, I do have a distinct fear of crashing. This comes up every once in a while if we have a particularly rough landing, like this year when we flew into Portland, Oregon during a nasty storm with zero visibility. A lot of emotions come right back, and every muscle tightens as the plane jumps around. Once we land and the reverse thrusters slow the plane I quickly relax but the sense of "This is it!" comes back loud and clear. Sometimes out of the blue I think about the victims, their loved ones, and now I'm grateful that Adam Shaw wrote the book. I feel like I've been waiting my whole life to learn about these people.
There's a few things about the crash that bother me still, and I do believe in ghosts now, though it's not a personal thing, not a direct connection.
I grew up in Manassas, and was 9 1/2 years old at the time. My father's best friend Larry, who had some vaporous "official" connections, somehow knew that the wiring harness couplers held male and female pins made of solid 24kt gold. I believe the wires themselves are made from oxygen-free copper but the harnesses are designed to be easily replaced and the pins were made from gold so that they won't corrode. Larry had gotten some official clearance for he and my dad to specifically salvage these connectors and when my dad told me about it I begged him to let me go. He called Larry and on Friday we got the word that I could go along, provided I would actually do some of the work. Larry was this guy who looked and sounded like a total redneck, but he spoke 5 languages and knew all kinds of stuff about everything. He showed us what the connectors looked like, and how you cut the wires on either side, so that the male and female parts stay together. We could extract the gold pins later in the comfort of our nice warm homes.
The next day we set off early with shovels, pick axes, bolt cutters, tin snips, and many pairs of wire cutters. The day was cold, gray, but dry. When we got close to the site there was a roadblock manned by a few military types. Larry had the paperwork required and it turned out we were expected, but it was clear that the officer in charge didn't approve of me being there. He issued a stern warning that although the bodies had been removed, there were a lot of smaller pieces and that it wasn't a good place to bring a child. He then explained that we were only to take parts of the aircraft, that all personal effects were to be left where they were found. He gave me a hard look as he said this; I nodded soberly, like I had done this before.
At the site itself we were all alone. We parked on the west side of the road where we could clearly see the trees sheared off, then, across the road to the rocks where the nose impacted. You could make out the exact spot where the point of impact was, and that remains very vivid. As the men unloaded the tools I walked passed the rocks and got my first view of the site. I was elated as only a male child can be at the sight of such a horrific thing. It was a lot bigger than I had expected. I remember the tail section, and an engine close by, crumpled metal sections of the fuselage. The most vivid thing was the shoes, all the shoes, and I recall thinking that people sure pack a lot of shoes in their luggage when they fly. Larry told me, with a weird half grin, that your shoes come off in a crash. I thought, "really?" like that's just not possible, but after finding several lace-up shoes that were still tied I figured he was right. No body packs laced up shoes in their luggage.
The next impression that stays with me to this day was the peculiar smell of fresh dirt, vegetation, jet fuel, and what I would later learn was oxidized iron from all the blood. The smell was everywhere, and it got into our clothing and hair. As we worked and began filling up hefty bags, there was quite a bit of gore. I can't describe it any other way except it was very gory. There were skull fragments, some with hair, some scoured so perfectly white it was amazing. A lot of bone fragments. I think we'd been there about an hour when my dad got up and walked off into the undamaged woods and started sobbing. It was a shock for me, because I'd never seen him cry before and he always seemed like such a tough guy. Larry had seen combat, and gave me a look that said, "it's okay, let him be." Dad cried for about five minutes and then came back and gave me a hug, something I didn't understand for many years. It seemed like a bulldozer had gone back and forth over the site, the way some sections were buried in mud. I found a lot of plexiglas, almost all of it the standard 5/16th" (?) thickness, but also two pieces of 2" thick cockpit plexiglas, which I thought was so cool. It's funny but I didn't feel much emotionally at the time for the victims. It was all very clinical, and we had a job to do, but I was the least affected by the carnage. There was some pallor humor, understandably, along the lines that they should really consider making airplanes out of tennis shoe material because those seemed to be the only thing undamaged. I found a man's watch, a Bulova I think, that although it was missing it's crystal and both hands, it still ran when I wound it up. I thought about my dad's own watch, on his wrist, and how much I loved him. We joked about "it really, really, really takes a licking and keeps on ticking," then I returned it to the spot where we found it.
After about three hours my hands were too tired from the wire-cutters to continue. The men let me go exploring on my own and I found some very strange things, like a high top boot that still contained the foot, the two bones gleaming white, so clean amid all the greasy, bloody mud. There was a seatbelt buckle that had been ripped in half; it seemed like a personal thing, I put it back after wondering what kind of force it takes to do that. Man, that still boggles my mind when I think about it. Except for the shoes, I didn't find anything that wasn't broken or torn. That's the most horrific realization: that everything was ripped apart probably in the space of a few seconds. It seemed impossible that something so horrific and complete could take place that fast. Like all those shoes coming off. Weird. The only things I kept were six pieces of plexiglas, which my mother threw away once, not knowing what they were.
One weird thing about the site was the silence, specifically the lack of flies that one would expect. There were no flies, birds, or anything living except for the three of us. It was like being in a cave, the feeling that we had. There was almost an active vacuum of sound, that part was unsettling to me at the time. We filled up three big Hefty bags, hundreds of connectors, and headed home in silence. I was tired but in a slight state of shock. For the next week we sat in front of the tv with needle-nose pliers pulling the little pins out and cutting the copper wire off. Years later my father told me we'd made a little more than $2000 on the gold, which I figured was more than ten ounces. It's a strange connection, 'cause that gold went somewhere. (Where is it now?)
While I can't say I have a fear of flying, I do have a distinct fear of crashing. This comes up every once in a while if we have a particularly rough landing, like this year when we flew into Portland, Oregon during a nasty storm with zero visibility. A lot of emotions come right back, and every muscle tightens as the plane jumps around. Once we land and the reverse thrusters slow the plane I quickly relax but the sense of "This is it!" comes back loud and clear. Sometimes out of the blue I think about the victims, their loved ones, and now I'm grateful that Adam Shaw wrote the book. I feel like I've been waiting my whole life to learn about these people.
There's a few things about the crash that bother me still, and I do believe in ghosts now, though it's not a personal thing, not a direct connection.
Re: Ghosts/hauntings in around Fairfax County
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Date: March 13, 2023 04:38PM
On December 1, 1974 a TWA 727 crashed on Mount Weather, Virginia, and I spent a day at the crash site. A few years ago I connected with a guy and he & I emailed back & forth, and here's part of that. A few years ago I went back to the site and found a few pieces that I took home, only to have a near fatal heart attack two months later. Last year I collected everything and took it back to the site and deposited it, and said a prayer.
I grew up in Manassas, and was 9 1/2 years old at the time. My father's best friend Larry, who had some vaporous "official" connections, somehow knew that the wiring harness couplers held male and female pins made of solid 24kt gold. I believe the wires themselves are made from oxygen-free copper but the harnesses are designed to be easily replaced and the pins were made from gold so that they won't corrode. Larry had gotten some official clearance for he and my dad to specifically salvage these connectors and when my dad told me about it I begged him to let me go. He called Larry and on Friday we got the word that I could go along, provided I would actually do some of the work. Larry was this guy who looked and sounded like a total redneck, but he spoke 5 languages and knew all kinds of stuff about everything. He showed us what the connectors looked like, and how you cut the wires on either side, so that the male and female parts stay together. We could extract the gold pins later in the comfort of our nice warm homes.
The next day we set off early with shovels, pick axes, bolt cutters, tin snips, and many pairs of wire cutters. The day was cold, gray, but dry. When we got close to the site there was a roadblock manned by a few military types. Larry had the paperwork required and it turned out we were expected, but it was clear that the officer in charge didn't approve of me being there. He issued a stern warning that although the bodies had been removed, there were a lot of smaller pieces and that it wasn't a good place to bring a child. He then explained that we were only to take parts of the aircraft, that all personal effects were to be left where they were found. He gave me a hard look as he said this; I nodded soberly, like I had done this before.
At the site itself we were all alone. We parked on the west side of the road where we could clearly see the trees sheared off, then, across the road to the rocks where the nose impacted. You could make out the exact spot where the point of impact was, and that remains very vivid. As the men unloaded the tools I walked passed the rocks and got my first view of the site. I was elated as only a male child can be at the sight of such a horrific thing. It was a lot bigger than I had expected. I remember the tail section, and an engine close by, crumpled metal sections of the fuselage. The most vivid thing was the shoes, all the shoes, and I recall thinking that people sure pack a lot of shoes in their luggage when they fly. Larry told me, with a weird half grin, that your shoes come off in a crash. I thought, "really?" like that's just not possible, but after finding several lace-up shoes that were still tied I figured he was right. No body packs laced up shoes in their luggage.
The next impression that stays with me to this day was the peculiar smell of fresh dirt, vegetation, jet fuel, and what I would later learn was oxidized iron from all the blood. The smell was everywhere, and it got into our clothing and hair. As we worked and began filling up hefty bags, there was quite a bit of gore. I can't describe it any other way except it was very gory. There were skull fragments, some with hair, some scoured so perfectly white it was amazing. A lot of bone fragments. I think we'd been there about an hour when my dad got up and walked off into the undamaged woods and started sobbing. It was a shock for me, because I'd never seen him cry before and he always seemed like such a tough guy. Larry had seen combat, and gave me a look that said, "it's okay, let him be." Dad cried for about five minutes and then came back and gave me a hug, something I didn't understand for many years. It seemed like a bulldozer had gone back and forth over the site, the way some sections were buried in mud. I found a lot of plexiglas, almost all of it the standard 5/16th" (?) thickness, but also two pieces of 2" thick cockpit plexiglas, which I thought was so cool. It's funny but I didn't feel much emotionally at the time for the victims. It was all very clinical, and we had a job to do, but I was the least affected by the carnage. There was some pallor humor, understandably, along the lines that they should really consider making airplanes out of tennis shoe material because those seemed to be the only thing undamaged. I found a man's watch, a Bulova I think, that although it was missing it's crystal and both hands, it still ran when I wound it up. I thought about my dad's own watch, on his wrist, and how much I loved him. We joked about "it really, really, really takes a licking and keeps on ticking," then I returned it to the spot where we found it.
After about three hours my hands were too tired from the wire-cutters to continue. The men let me go exploring on my own and I found some very strange things, like a high top boot that still contained the foot, the two bones gleaming white, so clean amid all the greasy, bloody mud. There was a seatbelt buckle that had been ripped in half; it seemed like a personal thing, I put it back after wondering what kind of force it takes to do that. Man, that still boggles my mind when I think about it. Except for the shoes, I didn't find anything that wasn't broken or torn. That's the most horrific realization: that everything was ripped apart probably in the space of a few seconds. It seemed impossible that something so horrific and complete could take place that fast. Like all those shoes coming off. Weird. The only things I kept were six pieces of plexiglas, which my mother threw away once, not knowing what they were.
One weird thing about the site was the silence, specifically the lack of flies that one would expect. There were no flies, birds, or anything living except for the three of us. It was like being in a cave, the feeling that we had. There was almost an active vacuum of sound, that part was unsettling to me at the time. We filled up three big Hefty bags, hundreds of connectors, and headed home in silence. I was tired but in a slight state of shock. For the next week we sat in front of the tv with needle-nose pliers pulling the little pins out and cutting the copper wire off. Years later my father told me we'd made a little more than $2000 on the gold, which I figured was more than ten ounces. It's a strange connection, 'cause that gold went somewhere. (Where is it now?)
While I can't say I have a fear of flying, I do have a distinct fear of crashing. This comes up every once in a while if we have a particularly rough landing, like this year when we flew into Portland, Oregon during a nasty storm with zero visibility. A lot of emotions come right back, and every muscle tightens as the plane jumps around. Once we land and the reverse thrusters slow the plane I quickly relax but the sense of "This is it!" comes back loud and clear. Sometimes out of the blue I think about the victims, their loved ones, and now I'm grateful that Adam Shaw wrote the book. I feel like I've been waiting my whole life to learn about these people.
There's a few things about the crash that bother me still, and I do believe in ghosts now, though it's not a personal thing, not a direct connection.
I grew up in Manassas, and was 9 1/2 years old at the time. My father's best friend Larry, who had some vaporous "official" connections, somehow knew that the wiring harness couplers held male and female pins made of solid 24kt gold. I believe the wires themselves are made from oxygen-free copper but the harnesses are designed to be easily replaced and the pins were made from gold so that they won't corrode. Larry had gotten some official clearance for he and my dad to specifically salvage these connectors and when my dad told me about it I begged him to let me go. He called Larry and on Friday we got the word that I could go along, provided I would actually do some of the work. Larry was this guy who looked and sounded like a total redneck, but he spoke 5 languages and knew all kinds of stuff about everything. He showed us what the connectors looked like, and how you cut the wires on either side, so that the male and female parts stay together. We could extract the gold pins later in the comfort of our nice warm homes.
The next day we set off early with shovels, pick axes, bolt cutters, tin snips, and many pairs of wire cutters. The day was cold, gray, but dry. When we got close to the site there was a roadblock manned by a few military types. Larry had the paperwork required and it turned out we were expected, but it was clear that the officer in charge didn't approve of me being there. He issued a stern warning that although the bodies had been removed, there were a lot of smaller pieces and that it wasn't a good place to bring a child. He then explained that we were only to take parts of the aircraft, that all personal effects were to be left where they were found. He gave me a hard look as he said this; I nodded soberly, like I had done this before.
At the site itself we were all alone. We parked on the west side of the road where we could clearly see the trees sheared off, then, across the road to the rocks where the nose impacted. You could make out the exact spot where the point of impact was, and that remains very vivid. As the men unloaded the tools I walked passed the rocks and got my first view of the site. I was elated as only a male child can be at the sight of such a horrific thing. It was a lot bigger than I had expected. I remember the tail section, and an engine close by, crumpled metal sections of the fuselage. The most vivid thing was the shoes, all the shoes, and I recall thinking that people sure pack a lot of shoes in their luggage when they fly. Larry told me, with a weird half grin, that your shoes come off in a crash. I thought, "really?" like that's just not possible, but after finding several lace-up shoes that were still tied I figured he was right. No body packs laced up shoes in their luggage.
The next impression that stays with me to this day was the peculiar smell of fresh dirt, vegetation, jet fuel, and what I would later learn was oxidized iron from all the blood. The smell was everywhere, and it got into our clothing and hair. As we worked and began filling up hefty bags, there was quite a bit of gore. I can't describe it any other way except it was very gory. There were skull fragments, some with hair, some scoured so perfectly white it was amazing. A lot of bone fragments. I think we'd been there about an hour when my dad got up and walked off into the undamaged woods and started sobbing. It was a shock for me, because I'd never seen him cry before and he always seemed like such a tough guy. Larry had seen combat, and gave me a look that said, "it's okay, let him be." Dad cried for about five minutes and then came back and gave me a hug, something I didn't understand for many years. It seemed like a bulldozer had gone back and forth over the site, the way some sections were buried in mud. I found a lot of plexiglas, almost all of it the standard 5/16th" (?) thickness, but also two pieces of 2" thick cockpit plexiglas, which I thought was so cool. It's funny but I didn't feel much emotionally at the time for the victims. It was all very clinical, and we had a job to do, but I was the least affected by the carnage. There was some pallor humor, understandably, along the lines that they should really consider making airplanes out of tennis shoe material because those seemed to be the only thing undamaged. I found a man's watch, a Bulova I think, that although it was missing it's crystal and both hands, it still ran when I wound it up. I thought about my dad's own watch, on his wrist, and how much I loved him. We joked about "it really, really, really takes a licking and keeps on ticking," then I returned it to the spot where we found it.
After about three hours my hands were too tired from the wire-cutters to continue. The men let me go exploring on my own and I found some very strange things, like a high top boot that still contained the foot, the two bones gleaming white, so clean amid all the greasy, bloody mud. There was a seatbelt buckle that had been ripped in half; it seemed like a personal thing, I put it back after wondering what kind of force it takes to do that. Man, that still boggles my mind when I think about it. Except for the shoes, I didn't find anything that wasn't broken or torn. That's the most horrific realization: that everything was ripped apart probably in the space of a few seconds. It seemed impossible that something so horrific and complete could take place that fast. Like all those shoes coming off. Weird. The only things I kept were six pieces of plexiglas, which my mother threw away once, not knowing what they were.
One weird thing about the site was the silence, specifically the lack of flies that one would expect. There were no flies, birds, or anything living except for the three of us. It was like being in a cave, the feeling that we had. There was almost an active vacuum of sound, that part was unsettling to me at the time. We filled up three big Hefty bags, hundreds of connectors, and headed home in silence. I was tired but in a slight state of shock. For the next week we sat in front of the tv with needle-nose pliers pulling the little pins out and cutting the copper wire off. Years later my father told me we'd made a little more than $2000 on the gold, which I figured was more than ten ounces. It's a strange connection, 'cause that gold went somewhere. (Where is it now?)
While I can't say I have a fear of flying, I do have a distinct fear of crashing. This comes up every once in a while if we have a particularly rough landing, like this year when we flew into Portland, Oregon during a nasty storm with zero visibility. A lot of emotions come right back, and every muscle tightens as the plane jumps around. Once we land and the reverse thrusters slow the plane I quickly relax but the sense of "This is it!" comes back loud and clear. Sometimes out of the blue I think about the victims, their loved ones, and now I'm grateful that Adam Shaw wrote the book. I feel like I've been waiting my whole life to learn about these people.
There's a few things about the crash that bother me still, and I do believe in ghosts now, though it's not a personal thing, not a direct connection.