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Don’t Go In The Basement

Here’s a good rule of thumb. If someone tells you to not go in the basement, don’t go in the basement.

I had the pleasure just now of driving a guy from our local airport to his hotel, and we got to talking about ghosts. He told me of his grandparent’s old house, where he saw an old woman standing in one of the upstairs windows a handful of times.

He said his grandmother was always walking around outside the house praying. He never asked why, but it could’ve been because of the house she lived in.

He told me back in the early 1900s there was cult activity in the area,  specifically where that house was. For a short period, some cult types lived in the house and somehow got a hold of his grandfather’s sister. They kept her captive, tortured her, and used her for cult reasons. Eventually she died because of it. She was in her 30s when it happened, and his grandfather doesn’t talk about her much.

The grandparents moved back into the house and had to deal with the activity that went on there. And the basement was a place they didn’t bother going.

I thought it might be more of a dirt floor cellar, and that’s what he said it was. One of his brothers decided one time to go down there with some others. They all claimed they saw a small black mass hanging from the bottom of the steps, and it had dull red eyes. It was instantly on his brother’s back. When they all ran from the basement, the brother had claw marks and scratches all over his back. They never went back down there.

So remember kids, when someone gives you a warning like that, listen!

He told me he could spend the night alone in the woods with no problem, but he always got chills going by that house, even now, and it’s no longer standing.

Personally, I’m glad I’ve never had anything like that happen to me, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little jealous. Great story! 

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In-Laws Pt. 2

I was out with my in-laws tonight and they got to talking about their apartment building again.

They still continuously smell cooking all the time. Breakfast is a popular one, eggs, sausage, bacon. They also smell baking, like cakes and cookies. Only three of the five apartments are rented out, and they all know each other, so they’ll text or call each other and ask if they’re cooking to find out they’re not.

My MIL says her bed shakes sometimes while she’s trying to sleep. She yells that they better be rocking her to sleep if they’re going to go through all that. Then it stops. Sometimes.

She also saw a woman with brown hair in a white dress walking out of her bathroom one night, and then she faded away.

She came home once and smelled heavy cigar smoke in her living room. She had to light five incense sticks to get rid of the smell.

Here’s the one that got me. This is one of the few things that creeps me out.

My aunt in-law said about a week ago she was sitting around watching TV and she felt something sharp poking her, so she checked it out and found what appeared to be the very tip of a baby’s finger nail, as if it had been trimmed. It had red nail polish on it. The only babies that have been in that apartment have never had nail polish on, and the one that spends the most time there is a boy. And even then it hasn’t been in a long time.

That prompted the MIL to speak up again and say that her and one other tenant also hears a baby crying, all the time. Said when it happens it lasts a long time, and it’s usually at different times of night. Aunt in-law doesn’t ever hear it. But there’s nobody near them who has a baby, including in their building, yet they say it sounds like it’s coming from in the building.

No thanks. I don’t do ghost babies. That’s creepy AF.

Where’d The Time Go?

There’s this guy at my work who just recently started there, and he’s a good ol boy from down in Kentucky. I have a good time talking with him, but because of the nature of our jobs we don’t get much time to chat.

The other day he decided to make good on a promise that he would tell me about two of his possible UFO encounters. He believes he was possibly abducted both times.

The first time was when he was a child and hanging out with his grandmother, if I remember correctly. This is the one story I don’t remember as well. Basically they both saw some lights out in a field one night and they somehow lost a few hours.

The second story took place when he was in high school. His parents said he could have a party at the house with drinking, as long as everyone behaved. He got his older brother to buy him the alcohol, and they got four cases of beer. As it turned out, 60 or so people showed up and they went through four cases rather quickly. At nine o’clock that night, he and his older brother set out to get more beer.
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She’s Doing Dishes

I spent some time with my dad recently and we got to talking, as we do. At one point we started talking about a trailer he lived in back in 1994 or 1995. I completely forgot about this place because he hadn’t lived there but a couple weeks it seemed. But as soon as he brought it up I remembered exactly how it looked on the inside, even though I had only been there once.

It was a tiny trailer, almost a camper that you’d pull behind a car when going camping for the weekend. In the middle of the place was the “kitchen” while there was a bed at either end. Typical layout. Dad told me that a couple days after he moved in he was lying in bed when he looked up and clear as day saw a woman standing at the sink washing dishes. Maybe only three or four feet away from him.

He found out two weeks later that she had lived there before him, and killed herself in one of the beds.

Dad kept all of his stuff on that bed and refused to use it or let anyone else use it.

Fireworks At The Lake

I’ve posted a few times about things happening at the lake where my dad lives. Surprisingly I haven’t made a Lake category. I’ll get to fixing that as soon as I’m done with this.

I spoke to him just the other day, after he told me about the stuff going on at Reily’s Pizza. He said some more things are going on where he lives.

A quick recap. The only people who lived at that lake for decades was the owner and his wife. My dad has been going there his entire life, so he’s known the owners at least that long. There were some campers there, and the owners let a few people who were close to them live there in the campers, my dad being one. A few years ago the owner’s wife passed away, and the owner, Arlie, decided to close the lake to customers. Since he was getting older and in failing health, my dad started taking care of him, because that’s the kind of guy my dad is.

Recently, Arlie had to move into a nursing home, and probably won’t get out of it this time. So, my dad is living at the lake now by himself, in Arlie’s place. With all that has gone on there over the years, paranormally speaking, it’s no surprise that things are continuing to happen, especially now that my dad is alone.

He said the other day he heard a loud pop. Said it sounded like those little firecracker things you throw at stuff and they pop when they hit something. He looked all over, outside too, and found nothing. An hour later, it happened again. This time he looked over at the front door, where he heard the sound come from, and said he saw a tiny puff of smoke near the door.

That’s when the TV started acting up. He said it shut itself off, and when he went to get the remote, it turned back on. And then it proceeded to turn itself off and on several more times.

My dad is used to the paranormal, as he’s dealt with it most of his life. It seems ghosts and the like are attracted to him. Still, it creeps him out sometimes, especially when he’s alone.

Reily’s Pizza

Reily is a small town located between Cincinnati and Oxford. For those of you who know of Reily, it’s probably because you either live/d there, saw a kickass concert there (Ted Nugent shut the town down), or because you’ve been to Reily’s Pizza.

It’s pretty much the only business in town. Maybe another bar. Handful of houses. That’s it.

If they get 30 customers in a day, that means the entire town of Reily ate, twice.

If they get 30 customers in a day, that means the entire town of Reily ate, twice.

Reily’s Pizza has some delicious food and tasty beer. They’ve been around for a long time, and for almost just as long, they’ve also been known to be haunted.

I forgot all about them being haunted until I talked to my dad the other day, and he told me about something that happened to him while in there.

I’ve been to the place twice, once years ago and once this past summer with my dad. My dad goes all the time, and has for years. He told me about a recent incident and mentioned how he had forgotten it was haunted until that happened, then he remembered something that had happened to him back in 1988 or so.

Which do you want me to tell you first? That one? Okay.

He had stopped in with two of his buddies. They sat down at a table and got a pitcher of beer. Three big guys sat at a table over from them, and they had some pitchers, too. With everybody drinking, and everybody in a mood to fight, the group of guys started talking crap to my dad’s two buddies, because they were big guys.

His two buddies started talking crap back to them and said they wanted to fight. My dad tried talking them out of it when out of nowhere their pitcher of beer flew off of their table and landed on the other guy’s table, splashing beer all over them. They got pissed off and were ready to fight while my dad was dragging his buddies out of the bar. As he was, he kept an eye on the other guys, and suddenly their pitcher of beer flew off of their table and hit my dad and his buddies, soaking them.
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The TMS House

A long-time friend of mine, whom I’ll call TMS, recently told me about the house where she and her husband live and how they’ve had some ghostly activity there. Back when we were in high school, when I first met her, I knew the house she lived in then was haunted (and still is, her mother still lives there), and I might get to some stories of that house as well, one day.

The conversation started when I told her about my alcohol wipe disappearing. She told me how her husband was sitting on their couch one day messing with his cell phone. When he got up he went to grab the phone and it was gone. She said they searched all over the living room, literally took the couch apart, but turned up nothing. He went without his phone until a week later when TMS noticed the phone on top of the refrigerator. It was still on and had a 46% charge left.

She told me that they hear what sounds like females having a conversation, all the time. They don’t have any neighbors that would cause that, so this one is still a mystery.

The back door doesn’t like to stay closed either. I know how that is.

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