Ghost Stories - Real Experiences - Page 3

On June 23 2004 19:01 hifi wrote:
you guys are sure good story tellers, i have some to share but will probably type it up later. one thing is, any of you ever felt stuck on your bed after wake up? i mean you're conscious but just can't move your arms or legs, anything. i went thru that quite a lot, one time i woke up and stuck while i slept sideward, and felt someone tapping my butt. i couldn't move any part of my body but was able to move my eyes, i slept sideward so couldn't see anything back of me, thought it might be my sister playing around. after awhile i finally able to move again but only to find no one in the room nor in the house.

On June 23 2004 22:48 taeWook wrote:
anyone here watch ju-on? scariest movie ive ever seen.

japanese horror movies are the worst. they fuck with your mind, and you cant think or sleep afterwards. just picture a woman with long, stingy black hair, sunken eyes with blood slowly dripping down her chin. then all of a sudden,

she screams.

On June 23 2004 06:42 ANewBeginning wrote:
Mine's not really a ghost story but anyways

I was lying in bed trying to go to sleep when suddenly this really cold and wet hand touches my leg and pulls on it. Since it's like pitch black in my room and I can't see shit I freak out and is absolutley sure that it's a zombie trying to kill me (too much RE before bed is never good :p). So i think "fucking heellll" and throw my blankets and rush out of the room heart pounding heavier then ever. As i pass the lightswitch I turn the light on but I don't look back, instead i keep running until get ahold of a measuring stick that I intend to kill the zombie or whatever with and turn around to face it. I'm cold sweating now and I later heard that I made such a big ruckus my parents woke up and wondered what made the noise. All I can think about though is the thing in my room and how i'm gonna go down fighting atleast.

All this takes approx 2 seconds and when I kinda come to my senses I realize that a zombie trying to kill me in my bed seems unlikely for some reason. I'm scared to death anyway though and kinda edge closer to my room and check it from outside before i dare enter and then check below my bed, before I go to bed again, for the first time in like 10 years. After awhile though the rational part of the brain kicks in and i kinda puzzle out what happened. I apparently tossed when i slept and kicked the foot out of the blankets and therefore my fucking brain made up some shit about a zombie gripping it in my dream and when I woke up I still remembered it, really hope that NEVER happens again.

My dad laughed at me the morning after too sucks.