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Great topic came up in the TP and we decided it needed to be resurrected here from the place that will remain nameless. The weird shit you've seen or experienced or haunted house you've been to or live in.

I will start it off. My Mrs. and I along with my mom and uncle, live in the house my grandparents bought in 1964, it was built in 1871 as the carriage house for the main estate that was later subdivided sometime in the 1950s. It is the only part of the estate still standing as the main house which had just undergone a massive renovation and restoration burned to the ground in 2010. The house has a presence in it that guests encounter but not my family members that grew up in the house, for some reason it leaves us alone. The one back bedroom has the most encounters with it, people claim that they feel someone sitting on the end of the bed just watching them.

There is also a ghost cat that is also seen by only outsiders to the family. Multiple people have seen the cat walking down the hallway. My mom dreamed a few years back that she caught the cat and walked it down to the river and drowned it and there hasn't been a sighting of it since then. Weird shit indeed.

What you got?
 
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The creepiest shit I’ve seen happened in Arkansas, north of the Mill Creek riding area. We apparently went beyond the bounds of it, and my wife and I came across a very run down house with some cracked out women hanging around and some way shadier men glaring at us. I’m 100% sure it was some backwoods brothel. We bailed.

There you go. Totally real. And way more interesting than the OP’s story. :flipoff2:
 
They musta cut loose a good batch of Acid or you're growing and eating Mushrooms in that shit hole.
 
The creepiest shit I’ve seen happened in Arkansas, north of the Mill Creek riding area. We apparently went beyond the bounds of it, and my wife and I came across a very run down house with some cracked out women hanging around and some way shadier men glaring at us. I’m 100% sure it was some backwoods brothel. We bailed.

There you go. Totally real. And way more interesting than the OP’s story. :flipoff2:

Or women being sex trafficked against their will. Good thing you didnt report it.
 
Not really spooky, but more odd/cool finds while hunting public land in AR.

Found a nice climbing stand hung on a tree. It had to have been there for a while when I stumbled on it. It was left like someone climbed down one day, and plan to come back but never did. They could have easily forgot where it was and never found it. It was a solid 3/4 mile into the woods from the nearest canal.

Also found a old school homemade lock on stand. By old school, I mean it was a seat that look to be nailed to a tree. Have a picture of it floating around somewhere.
 
Not really spooky, but more odd/cool finds while hunting public land in AR.

Found a nice climbing stand hung on a tree. It had to have been there for a while when I stumbled on it. It was left like someone climbed down one day, and plan to come back but never did. They could have easily forgot where it was and never found it. It was a solid 3/4 mile into the woods from the nearest canal.

Also found a old school homemade lock on stand. By old school, I mean it was a seat that look to be nailed to a tree. Have a picture of it floating around somewhere.

When we would find stands on our land that didn’t belong, we would climb the tree with them then climb out and down. They either stayed or someone worked hard to get them down and they usually didn’t show back up.
 
I was out camping with my oldest daughter in a fairly remote area with some friends a few years ago. A while after everyone had gone to bed, I woke to hear something/someone in camp. I listened for a while, then whoever it was walked past my tent heading out of camp (human figure shadow on tent wall). I waited for them to return thinking they went to pee or something, they never did that I know of. I mentioned it the next morning to our friends, no one knew whaI was talking about

I never felt the need to be armed when camping before, that night changed my mind



* My daughter has been reading some crazy stuff posted from supposedly SAR folks finding crazy shit out in the middle of nowhere

Staircases in the middle of the Forrest?
 
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Come out on the desert, and at times you will hear voices. The voices are fucking bone chilling! I know it is a wind thingy; but fucking freaky. :smokin:
 
so I think I have talked about living at P-9 Fort McIntosh on this site.. when it was a fort, the top generals etc would stay at that house.. lots of famous military men have stayed there, some for the weekend some for a long time.. Robert E Lee would do meetings in the house etc, but he refused to sleep in that house.. he wanted to sleep in a tent like his men.. Roosevelt was there, before the whole "rough riders" thing.. Patton was there more than once, and he wrote famously about it being 115 or so degrees in the shade.. and super miserable..

now the president of the college, which is located on the old fort grounds, lives in that house.. its huge.. it was 4 floors but during the renovation periods they only air conditioned the middle 2 floors.. so since my dad was president of the college, I lived there twice..

I used to make terrible jokes about the ghosts.. until the first time I spent the night there, by myself.. ya'll wouldnt believe how bad it got.. so now I am very respectful all the time.. anywhere on the planet

It was on the news 3 different Halloweens when my dad was pres, cuz word got around, and many times preachers have come over to bless the house etc.. and I welcomed them.. I told 2 different preachers on different occasions.. yeah, you can do my room 1st..
 
An old story I wrote on a different site.

My wife and I were living in a 120 something year old house (601 e. Monte vista vacaville California) that had been converted into apartments.

I was in the kitchen doing dishes and my wife came in behind me. The only light in the kitchen was behind me and her shadow was cast on the wall in front of the sink. The shadow moved about as she did something by the dining table. I talked to her for a few minutes before she left without saying a word. It was odd so I went into the living room with a wtf? She was on the couch and hadn't been in the kitchen.

Side note: there was a hinge on the door that squeaked. When I went to oil it there was a punched 666 on the inside face.

The house was built by a lawyer that took a horse to Suisun city to ride the ferry into San Francisco. He was robbed and murdered en route sometime around 1905. His wife was distraught and hanged herself in the top floor parlor, our apartment, a few days later. Their eldest daughter was found dead in the same room three days after moving in.

The house sat vacant until 1916 when a pastor purchased it and did needed repairs. Nobody knows exactly why but he borded up the entire upper floor and sealed it with lath and plaster. He lived alone in that house until 1932 when the local police found his decaying body due to a horrendous smell. His body was found inside the sealed upper floor ,our apartment, but there was no identifiable access to it. They tore out the ceiling to recover the body.

The house again sat vacant due to rumors of being haunted. It wasn't until 1936 that a widowed father of two teenage boys bought the house at a fraction of it's worth. His spouse had died in labor with their third child.

During the remodel he opened up the old stairway to the top floor. While doing so he located a passage behind a closet that evidently the pastor had constructed to access the upper floor. That passage was lined with newspaper clippings of missing persons.

Nobody had the guts to check the basement.

















That's my story and I'm sticking to it.....the voiceless shadow and 666 hinge that is.
 
* My daughter has been reading some crazy stuff posted from supposedly SAR folks finding crazy shit out in the middle of nowhere

Staircases in the middle of the Forrest?

My wife was listening to some type of podcast where they were discussing this. Pretty interesting and supposedly not too uncommon...

I'm 87% sure it is all a hoax, but eerie none the less.
 
* My daughter has been reading some crazy stuff posted from supposedly SAR folks finding crazy shit out in the middle of nowhere

Staircases in the middle of the Forrest?


i the woods behind where i grew up. (5-10 acre parcels, 3/4 of the lots had homes, so not terribly big area but heavily wooded) there was an old timey store front, just one wall. behind that about 30ft a stair case to no where that said please knock at the top. in the middle of the land a large mailbox with instruciton to leave money to buy the land. weird as shit.

my parents told us a looney inherited the place and he was allowed to live there in some shacks by the road for a couple weeks a year. i think the sheriff notified them when he was there. i remember if the sheriff wasn't there for me lighting off fireworks my dog would put our dog on leash and the property line bordering. we also had 2 windows shot by a bb gun one night.

weird shit i hadn't even thought about until i read your post, wish i knew more. i kinda wonder if its still there, my parents are gone but my brother doesn't live far from there. might have to check it out again one day.
 
Went up to Napa for the weekend with a ex gf, we stayed at her friends ranch, which I hated. The place was about to fall over, gross, and full of dust and cobwebs. With 5 people living there full time, and no one cared about the kitchen wall that had a 4 inch gap above the sink where the weeds would grow into the house. The room we always stayed in used to be a breezeway, and gramma slept in the converted garage that you had to walk thru the room we were in to access it. They had a big porch with one tiny light on it, big circle driveway in front of the house, with about 500 yards of dirt driveway to the frontage road. Creepy old run down ranch house that had not been maintained in years.

We were all hanging out on the porch that night and everyone had gone in to go to sleep already. I was finishing my beer and took a walk about 50 yards up the driveway to take a piss and head in for the night. The porch light turns off, then back on again. I turn around and look at it and figure the wiring in the house is just wigging out. Then that light goes straight into morse code. I zipped up and turned around and watched it for about 3 minutes, kinda frozen. The same pattern repeated itself several times. I started walking up to the house to see who is messing with me. I had a full view of the only switch that runs that light through the window next to the door. No one was there, as I got about 25 ft from the porch, the light went solid. I went in the house, and everyone was dead asleep, smacked the wall a few times to see if the wiring was loose and played with the switch, didn't so much as give me a flicker. I told the gf that next time we come up here to do anything, we are staying in a hotel or someone else's house, I dont care if she's your best damn friend.
 
I told woods I'd do this and never got around to it, so here goes.

Local to us is the Notch Road. Actually goes through three notches in the foothills of the White Mountains. About 10 miles long with one house and a lot of dark woods. It's a snowmobile trail in the winter, and a semi maintained dirt road in the summer. You could drive a car down if if there hasn't been any washouts, but preferably it's someone else's car. Or Scotto's 5.0 GT half drunk and sideways, but he knew the road extremely well. And that's another story anywho.

One time just out of high school or so we were out cruising the road and came around a corner to see an early 50s Chevy sedan parked off the road. Not just pulled off the road, since it's only a car wide in most spots, but like stuffed up an embankment between some trees parked. Huh. Around the next corner we see the guy driving it. He's in the woods 5 or 6 feet off the road. He's about the size of his car standing on end, got a huge bread and unkempt hair, he's wearing those old timey olive green work clothes, and he's got a giant fucking axe slung over his shoulder. Just looking at us. Needless to say we didn't stop to chat.

Well we asked around and it turns out he's The Hermit. Came back from Vietnam and just wanted to live in the woods I guess. Next time through we saw the split rail fence he was building. Had a nice little cabin on a pond I saw years later out snowmobiling. Probably a nice enough guy, but holy hell not a good first impression. :laughing:
 
I told woods I'd do this and never got around to it, so here goes.

Local to us is the Notch Road. Actually goes through three notches in the foothills of the White Mountains. About 10 miles long with one house and a lot of dark woods. It's a snowmobile trail in the winter, and a semi maintained dirt road in the summer. You could drive a car down if if there hasn't been any washouts, but preferably it's someone else's car. Or Scotto's 5.0 GT half drunk and sideways, but he knew the road extremely well. And that's another story anywho.

One time just out of high school or so we were out cruising the road and came around a corner to see an early 50s Chevy sedan parked off the road. Not just pulled off the road, since it's only a car wide in most spots, but like stuffed up an embankment between some trees parked. Huh. Around the next corner we see the guy driving it. He's in the woods 5 or 6 feet off the road. He's about the size of his car standing on end, got a huge bread and unkempt hair, he's wearing those old timey olive green work clothes, and he's got a giant fucking axe slung over his shoulder. Just looking at us. Needless to say we didn't stop to chat.

Well we asked around and it turns out he's The Hermit. Came back from Vietnam and just wanted to live in the woods I guess. Next time through we saw the split rail fence he was building. Had a nice little cabin on a pond I saw years later out snowmobiling. Probably a nice enough guy, but holy hell not a good first impression. :laughing:

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Guy at the end of the road chased me off with a rake once while I was on my 250.

My buddy followed his GPS and took his dually Duramax towing a 30' beavertail down there. Took him three hours. :laughing:
 
Believe it.

I have friends right by the end of pavement on the Sandwich end. He says the look on an RVers face when they realize they half to backtrack a half an hour- after finding a place to turn around- is not a happy face. :homer:
 
I saw a hippie taking a deuce on the side of the sled trail next to her subaru, does that count?
 
There is a bridge outside of my hometown that is said to be haunted. We were always told someone had a accident off of the bridge back in the 20s or 30s. People would see a weird blue floating light in the woods where the car was said to be. One night in high school a buddy, two girls, and I were sitting on the bridge doing what high school kids in the early 2000s did. My buddy and one of the girls had walked a ways off, and after a few minutes came running back yelling to get in the truck. They said they had seen the light and it was catching up to them. Other girl and I hadn't seen anything. I was driving and hopped in. The girl who i had been sitting on the tailgate with was sitting in the back side passenger seat. None of the doors had been locked. I got in to the driver side, and she got in to the passenger side back seat. The passenger side front door and driver side back door where the other two had been sitting were somehow locked, and didn't want to open for a few secs. Can't really explain that one.
 
Years ago after an off road run along the Usal / Lost Coast Trail, we wound up in Ft Bragg along the Pacific coast.

My wife and a friend of ours decided to spent the night and rented a room at a motel situated on the harbor. It was old, rustic but a place to sleep.

The whole time, I felt "odd" but couldn't put my finger on it. The evening and night were uneventful, but strange at the same time.

The next morning; I'm taking a hot shower, when the water pressure drops and I get nothing but cold water out of the shower head. I look out the shower curtain, and both hot & cold faucets at the sink are turned on full blast. I figured either my wife or our friend was messing with me. I shut the faucets off, finished my shower; and confronted my wife and friend on the "funny" they had pulled on me.

They both look at each other with a WTF look on their faces, and tell me no one went into the bathroom while I was showering. According them, they were both packing while my encounter took place. They couldn't explain why the sink faucets were turned on. That freaked me out. At that point I finished getting dressed and went out and sat in the car until we left. I would NOT go back into that room. No fawking way....nope.

Later after we got home, I did a search on the place and found out there had been a pretty grisly murder in that room back in the 60's...... :eek:
 
Not really spooky, but more odd/cool finds while hunting public land in AR.

Found a nice climbing stand hung on a tree. It had to have been there for a while when I stumbled on it. It was left like someone climbed down one day, and plan to come back but never did. They could have easily forgot where it was and never found it. It was a solid 3/4 mile into the woods from the nearest canal.

Also found a old school homemade lock on stand. By old school, I mean it was a seat that look to be nailed to a tree. Have a picture of it floating around somewhere.

Potato photo of the stand from my old phone. It was probably 20' in the air.

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Back in the 60's my father bought some property in the southern-tier of New York to build a deer hunting cabin. The cabin (which is still there) is south west from the village of Canaseraga on Gas Springs road...right at the intersection of Coats and Gas Springs. Just north of the cabin was Slader Creek road where my great uncle had a cabin right where Slader creek went under the road. Both cabins butted up to Slader Creek Forest and Klipnocky Forest.

I would imagine it would be hard for someone from another state to envision the area. When most people hear New York, they think of New York City...this area is the polar opposite. To this day it is heavily wooded, sparsely populated and spotted with farms. You could very easily get lost in the deep woods of the area, walk for miles and never see a soul.

As a little boy I would spend time swimming in Slader Creek in a little swimming hole Uncle Billy had, or I would explore the deep forest surrounding my father's cabin. As my grandfather, my dad and great uncles drank beer and played cards in the cabin, I remember watching Hee Haw on a small black and white TV next to our massive pot-belly stove that was used to heat the place.

Old Red had a cabin next to my dads, (neighbors that close are a rarity in the Southern-tier) and past his cabin in the woods, there once existed a small cluster of buildings durimg the mid 1800's. By the 1970's just the foundations of the buildings were left, and trees grew through those foundations, giving testament to how old they really were.

One warm, humid summer day, I walked past Reds house into the woods to explore the ruins. As a 1st or 2nd grader at the time, the world and the woods were full of wonderment and adventure. The smell of the foliage filled the air, the silence of the woods was only broken by the buzzing of insects...swatting mosquitos was a constant.

I remember walking through a old foundation and then over a large pile of rotting wood boards, the remains of an old structure, and I came upon a kind of dry creek bed that had formed a shallow valley.....when suddenly, I saw movement in the creekbed. Even at that young age, I was trained to stop and stand still instantly....in the hopes it would be a deer and keep from spooking it...

It was not a deer.

In the gully of this dried stream bed was a girl....well more of a woman, maybe in her 20's. Her back was to me amd she was picking blackberrys off a bush. Her hair was a long ratted mess, she wore a very loose, and very dirty long sleeve shirt. I remember she had leaves in her hair, and looked like she had been rolling on the forest floor....I looked on stunned in silence, not knowing what to do as she stuffed her mouth with berries...

Suddenly, she stopped as if she sensed something, and quickly whipped her head around and stared right at me with big grey eyes set in a face covered in dirt....her glare lasted for only a scant second, but that second was pure terror for me and it seemed to last an eternity. Suddenly, as quick as a doe, she vaulted over a log, past the bush and quickly disappeared into the thick woods.

I ran back to the cabin.

The next day, I rode with my father into Canaseraga in our wagoneer. There used to be an old-timey hardware store there back them...although it was the 70's, walking into the store was like being back in the 20's. It also had a pot belly stove and the place just had that smell of "old" Many of the village's old timers would hang out in the store, talk and tell tales. It wad almost as if you were in an episode of "Andy Griffith" or "Petty Coat Junction"

As my father talked to the shop keeper....I listened in to the old men drinking beers and smoking cigarettes at a table. One of them was speaking about a fire that burned down an old farmhouse out in the woods years before....the couple that lived there had been driving into Burns, and left their daughters on the farm. The exact same time the farm went up in flames, the parents of the girl crashed their car on Bishopville road. Most people in the village had thought the daughters died in the fire....but the man speaking said he saw one of the girls off Klipnocky road while he was deer hunting.....nearly 10 years after the fire...she was living wild in the woods, dressed in rags and covered in dirt, eating an uncooked rabbit...

It occurred to me then that I had actually seen one of the Hairy Woman of Klipnocky... its is a story that is told ONLY in that area....and my experience makes it clear to me that it is not just a tall tale.....but true.
 
That must have been a really old young girl in the 70s. My grandads cousin had a cabin near Hornel back in the 70s - 80s and he told us the story about the hairy girls lost in the woods to keep us from running off. He said he first heard it when he was a young man. Which would have been in the 30s.
 
I was out wheeling with my brother on one of the trail systems by the cabin. Not super remote but no one lives in the area and the trails don't see much traffic in the summer. Came across an older black econoline van back where it couldn't have got to unless someone bashed their way in to dump it, which isn't unheard of in the area. I had a pickup with a busted mirror that I though matched the van and figured I'd confirm and if it was still there in a month I'd snag it. So I hop out and walk towards it. The first thing I notice was the flies covering the back window, then the smell hit me. It was in the 70s and this thing had tinted windows, it was fucking nasty. I got up to it, peeked in, and saw a pair of feet. Noped right on out of there and got to an area with cell reception to call the cops. We met them out at the nearest road with a name that they could find and led them back on ATV's, gave statements and went on our merry way. We never did hear what happened but there was nothing in the news so I assume he/she went out there and offed themselves.

Then, as the icing on the cake, my brother stopped at subway on the way home and found a dude slumped over in his car in the parking lot. He'd had a heart attack or OD'd or something and was dead.
 
I travel through Native American reservation land home of the skinwalker stories all the time. I absolutely DO NOT believe in anything supernatural, ghosts, monsters, shape shifters etc. I've been in the middle of nowhere Arizona literally 100+ miles from any town in any direction and found ancient indian women walking down the road. Hard to guess their actual ages but I'm talking 80 ish year old women in traditional native dress walking down the road. Everyone I know that travels those stretches of roads have seen similar and have their own freaked out stories. It's eery AF and they aren't hitch hiking. I stopped to check on one once and she wouldn't acknowledge me, didn't answer, didn't even make eye contact with me, just kept walking. No water, no back pack or bag in the hot desert with no resources for hours even if you're driving, let alone walking.
 
I saw a non broken down range rover on the trail while out wheeling once, that was pretty crazy!! I had to do a few double takes on that one!
 
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