Snypiuer Posted June 13, 2003 Report Posted June 13, 2003 Unsure if this is right place to post. Or if any one has brought it up (didn't find it any where else!). If it needs to be moved, G'hed! Anyways, this isn't a made up story and if any one has one of their own (1st hand please. No, "My cousin's uncle's neighbor's dog's former owner....." stories). First off, you need to know that I don't get scared. I can be surprised, startled and such, but i don't get scared. Case in point: An individual on drugs comes through my window. I awake, turn on the light, pull a knife and calmly tell him that he came in the window, he can go out the window. Even gave him a cigaret to calm HIM enough to leave. I went back to sleep. I believe that this odd trait comes from having a mother that believed that scarring her little children was hilarious (I love my mother, I love my mother). Yep, nothing funnier then tapping on your kids window at 2am just to scare them! (I love my mother, I love my mother). This lady took me at 6years old to see the Exorcist (I love my mother, I love my mother). As you might imagine, I was unable to sleep that night. So, my mother sat with me in the living room with the tv on. As we sat watching the test pattern (Because that was all that was on - and if THAT doesn't tell you how old I am! Oh well.) I turned to my mother - Whom I love with ALL my heart - and ask' " Mommy, can that really happen?" Now, at this point, any REASONABLY sane mother (Why a reasonably sane mother would take their 6year old child to see the Exorcist? I'm still working on that!) would hug her child and say, "No. It's just a movie!" NOT MY MOTHER! (I love my mother, I love my mother). My mother puts on the evilest grin she can and slowly turns to HER 6year old child and says, in the deepest, evilest voice she can, "YESSSSS!!!!!!" At this point, all I can think is, "Well that sure does explain a LOT!" (I love my mother, I love my mother). There's more, but I digress. I only wish to point out that I do not get scared (which is vital to my story) and that I love my mother. Here goes. I was living in El Paso, Tx. about 8 or 9 years ago. It was a Friday night, around 3 or 4 am. I had just worked a double shift at the factory I worked at and was tired. I decided not to take the freeway home and make my way down city streets. I was on a part of Alameda street that, at this time of night - especially on a Friday night - should have been packed with people. There are several 24hour cafes and it is right by the border to Juarez, Mexico. People would go to Juarez and party and on the way home, would stop and get menudo or something else for breakfast before going home. There were always people on the street at this time on a Friday night. Except this particular Friday night. As soon as I turned the corner onto this stretch of Alameda, I knew something was wrong. It was surreal, like an episode of the Twilight Zone. The streets were completely empty. As I slowly drove down the street, I looked in the cafes. They were empty. Just the waitresses and cooks sitting at the counters, looking at eachother. At this part of Alameda, it is a 4 lane street. 2 lanes headed one way, a concrete median and 2 lanes headed the other direction. I drive in the lane next to the median, with a lane between me and the sidewalk. I wonder why no one is out when I notice a young lady walking in the same direction I am driving. She is wearing a short white, lacy dress with heels. As I approach her, she is to my right, I am still in the lane next to the median with a lane between me and the sidewalk that she is walking on (In the same direction, so I'm looking at her back). As I get closer to her, I get the urge to look at her. She's alone and walking down a street that should be packed -I'm curious. As I come perfectly perpendicular to her, I'm looking and her head just SNAP'S to the left and locks eyes with me, as if she KNEW where my eye's were BEFORE she looked. Her head is looking straight at me (Like her head is on sideways, looking over her left shoulder) as she continues to walk. I IMMEDIATELY look straight ahead. Because I'm terrified! Her eyes bulged out of her head, with her eyelids pulled taught around them. Her nose was flattened against her face and her teeth and gums jutted out past her lips that were stretched over them. All her teeth were long, crooked and pointed. As I looked foreward, I felt it. I KNEW that if I were to turn around or look in my rearview mirror, I would see her. She was in my back seat. I reached up without looking and turned my mirror, so I COULDN'T see behind me. I was so scarred, I wanted to cry. I felt on the back of my next, something so close, that if it were to move, not even 1/2 a hair's width closer, it would touch me. I could FEEL her behind me. The feeling of terror did not weaken the entire ride home. I was on the verge of tears ALL the way. I got home. Got out of my car. Closed the door without looking and the feeling that she was RIGHT behind me was still there! Something told me I couldn't run. I had to walk. The feeling stayed with me all the way to my apartment, where I opened the door just enough to squeeze through and shut the door. The instant I shut the door, the feeling vanished. I felt drained from the fear, but I was no longer so afraid that I wanted to cry. To this day, I wont drive down that street at night when I go to El Paso to visit! Hoped you enjoyed!
Peredhil Posted June 13, 2003 Report Posted June 13, 2003 Heh. Cabaret is for the sort of philosophical chat you find in any college dorm's common room. This would be an Assembly Room post - single (or multiple by arrangement) author story. The Banquet Room is for Poetry. The Library is for anything that's appeared first somewhere else - be sure to give credit to the source to the best of your ability! etc etc etc. It's so great having you back! Peredhil Politely bows and zips away
Snypiuer Posted June 13, 2003 Author Report Posted June 13, 2003 Thanks, Peredhil! Actually attempting to move it now. Since, basically, I'm an idiot - I have been unable to!!! I know it's probably right in my face and disgustingly simple. Will work on it, unless some one else is able to! Nice to see you guys again, been spending most of the time reading - getting inspiration from some of the best writers I've ever had the pleasure to read (why I even pretend to be able to have my stuff in here, I'll never know!)
Yui-chan Posted June 13, 2003 Report Posted June 13, 2003 As Snypiuer fumbles about, turning knobs and pressing buttons in the vain hopes of finding the right combination to move the thread, a shadow behind him stirs. That feeling of presence at the back of his neck slithers down his spine, and the normally-fearless being goes stock-still. Was it happening again? After a few heartbeats of thought, he decides that it's not quite the same sensation. The menace from that late-night episode is lacking, and so he gathers the edges of his frayed courage in and starts to turn. Before he can, though, he is distracted by the insistant beeping on the instruments in front of him. The feeling fades away as he looks down to see the display flashing large letters to inform him that the thread has been moved. "Huh. I must've found the right button, after all." As she wanders away through the corridors of darkness that link all places, Yui-chan just grins amusedly. At least she didn't test his mettle by popping out and screaming "Boo!"
Nobody of Consequence Posted June 14, 2003 Report Posted June 14, 2003 I love my mother, too The intro you wrote reminds me a lot of the style of writing favoured by the likes of Jay McInerny and David Foster Wallace. Enjoyed, muchly
Snypiuer Posted June 14, 2003 Author Report Posted June 14, 2003 Yui-Chan! A million thanks! Glad some of you enjoyed and liked my intro. Every one realizes this is a true story, right? Actually happened to me. In REAL life. And, my mother really DID do that. She also made me check for little green men that lived in our attic (a 6year old kid will believe ANYTHING). She also made me check all the rooms, closets and under the beds while everyone else stayed in the car when ever we returned home late. This was, of course, just so that she could sneak in the back door and jump out at me. YEP!! Snypiuer loves his mother. Well, as I said in the beginning, I would love to hear any one elses "true" ghost stories, or any other "unusual" occurances that they have PERSONALLY had. I love my mother, I love my mother, I love my mother......
Tamaranis Posted June 14, 2003 Report Posted June 14, 2003 Erm... Once my family got this new T.V. My little sister discovered before I did that it could be programmed to switch to a given channel at a given time. Kinda spooked my when the thing just switched itself on in order to do that one day... The closest thing I've got to a ghost story is this: I have an inglorious job working at Subway. Now myself and other nightshift people have often discussed strange sounds that are produced by the building at night, and half-jokingly suggested it's haunted. I assumed however, and really still do, that there is a non-paranormal explanation for these noises. Smoking is allowed in the restaurant, so we've got these shoddy ashtrays made of a brittle plastic. Because people like to spit or spill things in ashtrays and THEN smoke, one cannot simply dump the ash out, or even just give a quick rinse, they need to be washed on a regular basis. I usually don't feel like wasting my time hand drying the ashtrays after I wash them, because when you're on the close shift you generally don't have time for that. So I just set them out to air dry. Now I'm setting these to dry on a shelf beside the sink, and what I refer to as the "prep area" is a good six or seven feet away. Also of interest is the poorly hand-crafted clay mug, a mother's day present, I think, left in the restaurant by an elementary school student. The kind of thing you make in art class around grade five or six. This, I placed on a shelf rather far from the prep area for safe keeping, incase its maker should come back looking for it. Now while I'm up front, sweeping the customer area, and I hear a crash from the back of the store. When I go to investigate I find between two and four ashtrays of our brittle ashtrays, I couldn't tell at a glance and didn't really look into it, as well as the clay mug, lying shattered in a pile in the center of the prep area. The clay mug, had it survived a fall from the shelf, was constructed such that it could not have rolled to anywhere, especially not around corners and such. The ashtrays, which have never, EVER survived even the shortest fall, could conceivably have rolled to the prep area if they survived by some miracle, but there was nothing to break them once they got there. I might have been bothered by the fact that it had been impossible for these items to fall and break and end up where they were if I'd stopped to think about it, but close shift is such a hassle that I just scooped up the debris, tossed it in the garbage, and went about my job. Just a simple case of objects moving about without a human hand to guide them. Standard poltergiest thing, nothing to compare with Snypiuer's story... Not that I'd really want anything to compare with that to happen to me
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