Wierd/Scary Stories from your shop?!?!?

[run2jeepn]

I work in a Prison that was built in the 1930's. I work Nights as well. This place was built for Medically housed inmates. Now this means everything from broken bones, Dialysis treatments, limb removal, Terrorist to the insane. The Insane part is what we are known for really. We are the dumping grounds. If no one else can handle them. They hide them here.

One night working. I looked down the hallway into the lock section. I saw a guy walk across the hallway pick a book off the rack and go back. But the deal was that inmate died 2yrs ago. Plus all those doors were dead bolted. Till this day every night I work that unit. I see something move across that same spot. When I look to see what it was. Nothings there.

I've seen other things, but no one would ever believe me and I don't want to look like the one who is really insane...

Anyone ever see a Guy stick 26 gulf pencils in his gut?
Nose dive off a top bunk into a sink and crack there head wide open?
How about jumping off the second floor head first. Then get up and do it again?
Or jumping off 3 flights of stairs hand cuffed?

Every time I have thought I have seen it all.... I get reminded. I haven't

If you want a weird or odd feeling while you work. Walk down a hallway with 200+ Murders, Rapist, Child molesters, etc... Watching your every move, Listening to everything you say... With only a Radio on your belt...

 

[hende]

I work in a Prison that was built in the 1930's. I work Nights as well. This place was built for Medically housed inmates. Now this means everything from broken bones, Dialysis treatments, limb removal, Terrorist to the insane. The Insane part is what we are known for really. We are the dumping grounds. If no one else can handle them. They hide them here.

One night working. I looked down the hallway into the lock section. I saw a guy walk across the hallway pick a book off the rack and go back. But the deal was that inmate died 2yrs ago. Plus all those doors were dead bolted. Till this day every night I work that unit. I see something move across that same spot. When I look to see what it was. Nothings there.

I've seen other things, but no one would ever believe me and I don't want to look like the one who is really insane...

Anyone ever see a Guy stick 26 gulf pencils in his gut?
Nose dive off a top bunk into a sink and crack there head wide open?
How about jumping off the second floor head first. Then get up and do it again?
Or jumping off 3 flights of stairs hand cuffed?

Every time I have thought I have seen it all.... I get reminded. I haven't

If you want a weird or odd feeling while you work. Walk down a hallway with 200+ Murders, Rapist, Child molesters, etc... Watching your every move, Listening to everything you say... With only a Radio on your belt...

no gun ? night stick or even a tazer pepper spray no thanks lol

 

[jon1197]

ok guys and gals! just read all of this i dont think im going to sleep for a while ya'll gave me the fawking chills extra bad! and i love ghost stories and watching the on t.v. ghost advantures is the shit!

 

[Colby]

I work in a Prison that was built in the 1930's.

Thats awesome. I cant beleive they dont give you a gun or any kind of whuppin stick. Im actually watching ghost hunters now. You should pop a camera or something in the hallway and let it run all night like they do where that thing walks accross and grabs a book. Wish i lived in a haunted house!! (watch me say that and then end up crapping myself when i see something crazy in my hallway lol) :mrgreen:

 

[jcboof]

Wish i lived in a haunted house!! (watch me say that and then end up crapping myself when i see something crazy in my hallway lol) :mrgreen:

LOL!! I was really into that scary shit like that. Haunted houses at halloween and shit was fun! Now after my Coffee shop incident. i'm all like FAWK THAT!!

Never EVER been that scared in my life!!

 

[turkinworm]

Readin these brings alot of stories to mind. I'll share some and try to make'm short.

One of my best friends, who I lived with at the time, works in heating and air. He got sent to a house that someone had just bought and wanted some ducts rerouted. The place didn't have a basement, just some narrow crawl spaces. As he crawled most of the way to the back, he got to a section of the dirt that had sunkin down about 6 inches. He said it was about 2-3 ft wide, 6ft or so long, and covered in lime! I asked if he called the cops, but he said he didn't want to look like a fruit incase it was all just a coincidence. Keep in mind he is NOT a bull$#!ter.


Another story is from about 10 years ago. My grandpa had just gottin back from town, and was on a mission to find a flashlight. He walked by my grandmother who was sitting in her chair like usual. As he passed by and entered the door to the basement, he asked where the flashlight was, to which she did not reply. As he was diggin in basement for the light, he yelled again, to which she did not reply. He went upstairs to find my grandma had passed away in her chair. Though we all knew she had a weak heart, it was a quite shock. Hit us pretty hard.
A few days after the funeral, my grandpa was sitting alone at their table, probably eatin some of his cheap ass hot dogs or ring bologna or......BACON. He was feeling as any of us would have in his situation, when from some shelves a couple of feet away fell the flashlight. It slammed to the floor with a loud thud in a silent house, rolled, and landed against his foot! My grandma, God Bless her soul, knew where that damned flashlight was!


Side story about my grandpa and bacon. A fews years ago he had a heart attack. When I went to see him in the hospital, he whispered to me. "Maybe I shouldn't have ate that whole pound of bacon this morning, but I didn't have anybody to share it with!" he giggled.

 

[adale4130]

I work for an auction company and we go on site to sell estates a few times a year. One particular estate i had the fun job of spending the night, the night before the action because we had everything setup outside. I had to stay there and make sure nobody came to try to steal anything or whatever..

This was an old estate with an old furnace in the back yard used for making canon balls back during the civil war i believe. Everything was going fine.. I was just hanging out, alone, in a huge old house all alone.

That night I woke suddenly, I couldn't move a muscle.. I opened my eyes, everything was kinda blurry and swirling around and I had an overwhelming feeling of someone pushing me into the couch i was sleeping on. The went on for probably 30 seconds or so, before i could move again, but it felt like much longer. Needless to say, I didn't sleep anymore that night. I was sure I was visited by some kind of spirit.

This has since happened to my at my own home.. So I thought i got possessed by some crazy ghost while i was there. I did some research and I think I suffered something called "sleep paralysis". There is a more technical name, but I can't think of it at the moment. It's basically where your mind wakes up, but your body does not. You can see, but you can't move. It still didn't explain the feeling of being pushed into the couch. Very strange. I also have the ability to lucid dream. My mind is fully lucid while dreaming and i can do whatever i want in my dreams. But when this happens.. i dont feel like i got a good nights sleep.

 

[BJoe]

Hey Turkin, was you buddy house ever traced to John Wayne Gacy by chance:shock:

The story about your granparents kinda reminds me of what happened with the grand parents of another cousin's ex husband.
This cousin, one of my Aunts (her mother), her ex husband and his "girlfriend" (the reason they're now ex's:evil: ), and another cousin's wife all work for the same appliance factory. A few years back my cousin was eating lunch at work when her ex and his girlfriend suddenly showed up infront of her wanting to talk to her about something important. Well, my cousin with pretty tight with his grand parents and grampa had died a few years before this, but grandma always said she wanted to live to be 100 years old and had been spending the last few years of her life in a nursing home. A couple days before her ex paid my cousin this visit was his grandmother's 100th birthday and they had a small party for her at the nursing home. Shortly after they sang happy birthday to her she asked ot go back to her room because her late husband was waiting for her. The nurse said ok and took her back to her room, she went to bed and had passed away before the sun came up:shock:

 

[AlmstEvil665]

This isn't one of those scary ghost type stories but amusing none the less.

So one summer night around 3 in the am I am out in the garage working on the race quad. I had the roll up garage door up. Our house a a brick rancher that had a two car garage on the end. The previous owners had the dryer catch fire so they turned one bay into a living room. There is a door next to the garage door and a flood light mounted between the two doors below the peak of the roof. Anytime I am working in the garage i have said light on. The only like in the garage is a single light bulb in the center of the garage roof. For extra light I use a halogen work light and stand from Sears.

So I am in the garage working on the carb or something like that. Well our garage is such a cluster @%$# that there is no room on the work bench to work on anything. So I am sitting on my creeper seat facing outside towards the garage door. The halogen work light is behind me so I am casting a shadow outside. To my right is my quad and to my left is my bike. I am sitting in the middle with about a 4 foot space between the bike and quad. I am hunched over with the carb sitting on an oil drain pan cleaning it up with my head down. I had to radio on but not to loud. I was working pretty steady not rerally thinking about what's outside,head down just cleaning away. For some reason I had this strange feeling and started to look up. This all felt like slow motion btw. I am slowly looking up and as I am looking up as a raccoon is waddling around the back of the quad with its head down like it knew exactly where it was going. I had sort of a delayed reaction but it was like the raccoon and I looked up slowly at the exact same time, we made eye contact and at the same time we both jumped...me up off of the creeper seat and the raccoon about a foot off the floor. We both screamed at the same time still making eye contact and we were both about a foot off the floor. He was litterally 4 feet in front of me. Well he turned and ran and he never came back. I thought my heart was going to fly out of my chest. After the initial scare I laughed my ass off. The look of that raccoons face was priceless and I know the look on my face was equally priceless.

I find it strange how he just wondered around the corner into the garage like that. The garage door is never left open so it is not like he had ever been in there before. The quad was sitting with the back about 2 foot from the garage door and all the way against the right side wall if you are looking out from the inside. He walked around the quad head down throwing caution to the wind. I was sitting at the front tires of the quad and he came aorund the back tire about 8 inches away from the back tire. Its almost like he had a GPS and it said turn left here and he didn't look both ways. I really wish that would have been on video. Just the way the raccoon came around the corner wadling casually without a care in the world was so funny until I realized it wasn't the stray 3 legged cat. They both walked about the same. Only thing I can figure is about a week or two before that we had always kept two trash cans out back beside the garage that something was starting to get into. Never had a problem in years with the cans outback up untill 2 weeks before my run in. After that we put the cans in the garage at night which were sitting right behind me. It was almost like he knew exatcly where they were and as he came around the corner he was looking up at the like the Holy Grail but instead saw me. If he had smelled that trash he had to have smelled me as well but its like he was so focused on the trash I didn't matter till he was almost in my lap.

 

[JIA's Dad]

(The setup)
My parents owned a country store for 20 years. The store was located on a country two lane road, along side a down hill curve that entered a concrete bridge which crossed Elkhorn Creek. I was 13 at the time, it was a common occurrence for cars to come down the road and miss the curve and either miss the bridge and go over the hill into the creek or just hit the bridge.

(The story)
One night as we were sleeping a man knocks on the door to tell us a car had hit the bridge. My dad had just had a heart attack so while he was calling the sheriff I went out to try to help. (The man who alerted us drove off as he was driving a van full of horses.) The car was on fire, the driver was speared on the steering wheel shaft, a second person's head was pinned between the right door lower panel and the roadway. I could see no one else.
I ran to our nearest neighbor to wake him for more help. Then returned to the car, the fire was now into the front seat area. I tried pulling on the guy laying under the car, I pulled til his shoes came off and keep pulling on his feet. There was nothing I could do.
When my neighbor arrived, he grabbed me away from the car and took his coat to wrap around me covering my head with it. Unknowingly I was so close to the fire, when he got there my CPO jacket was smoking and the hair on my head was singed. He dragged me away.
While we waited for the fire department to arrive I watched the meat cook of that man. The meat melted off his arms like melting plastic, with each drip making that whistling sound as it fell.
After the fire was out, a third person's remains was found in the back floorboard. Later we found out it was a young woman. We never saw her because of the smoke and flames. The fire got so hot the rear metal bumper melted off the car.
Smoke lingered in the tops of the big Sycamore trees along the creek at the bridge for hours afterwards. Even on calm nights the tops of those trees still seem as if the wind is blowing, constantly moving with out any wind.

This is a true story that I wish I could forget:-(

 

[BJoe]

Sounds like a couple of the stories Dad has told be about people he's seen getting killed on RailRoad tracks:shock: