Strange Paranormal Activities

There’s this theatre in the park that is known to be haunted.

The stories are quite outrageous from wild zoo-type animals to a satanic cult frequenting the area. Most people discount this by saying “Nothing has been substantiated.” Of course they’re going to say that, they have made a substantial investment in the property with their outrageous homeowners association fees.

I get really strange vibrations from this area, even when I’m driving by a block or two away. Now, there I am right in the middle of the property getting ready to step onto the stage. They were putting on a melodrama and needed a honky-tonk piano player. I wanted to ask what happened to their regular piano player, but knew I wouldn’t receive a straight answer. I also wondered where was everyone. The place looked disserted and I wasn’t sure I had the time right.

What I found strange was all the sound equipment cluttering up the stage.

“Just start playing,” I heard over a loud speaker. “We want to get a sound check.”

I started playing Tiger Rag by Jelly Roll Morton. The speakers behind me started vibrating and bouncing a bit on the stage. I stopped playing and looked around.

“Why did you stop?” demanded the voice over the speaker.

“The vibration of –”

“You’re being paid to play, not talk.” I began playing Chopin’s  Nocturn. I started out slowly then put the off beat into the tune to give it a ragtime feel.

“Stop tapping your foot,” the disembodied voice bellowed through the speaker above me.

I didn’t think I was tapping my foot. I felt something behind me. I looked back and all the sound equipment was stacked up. The cords were wound around the legs of the piano bench.

I stood up, walked off the stage and continued walking out of the park and to my car. My cell phone rang as I leaned against my car to calm down

“Why did you leave?”

I answered the question with a question of my own, “Have you looked at the stage?”

“Well, no . . .”

“Where are you?” I asked.

He said he was in a remote location, but could hear what was going on. He had a camera that didn’t have a very wide field of vision except the area where I sat before the piano keyboard and the open panel of the upright piano. Behind me and the floor were out of the camera’s view.

Needless to say I wasn’t pleased by this arrangement and I let him know that either someone was there or the rumors that the stage was haunted were true. This seemed to be typical poltergeist behavior.  No way was I returning to that stage.

It was obvious that the spirits didn’t want me or anyone else on that stage playing the piano.

I never heard what happened to make the piano player quit or if this particular melodrama was performed there or at another venue. I didn’t even know why the sound man wasn’t at the park. My friend, Barbara, set this gig up for me — not that I wanted it or needed it. I needed to contact her once I calmed down to get all the particulars of this situation.

On my way home, I had this strange craving for a hamburger and fries.  The place I liked was on the other side of town — not that it’s that large of a town, but I didn’t know if I wanted to go that far. There were some old houses I needed to pass by and there was always something strange going on in that part of town — with the spirits and the traffic.

I also had an uncomfortable feeling there was something, not someone, but something in the back seat of the car. I didn’t dare turn around. There was no refection in the rearview mirror.

I decided to call Barbara and have her meet me or just barge in on her at home. Fortunately, she was home and invited me to visit.

That was a relief. I wanted to get out of the car as soon as possible.

Barbara had a smudge stick ready when I arrived. We went through my whole car, including the trunk and even smudged me. I was sure I picked up something at the theatre.

My craving for fast food was gone. The uncomfortable feeling of being watched was also gone. I was no longer upset with Barbara for the fiasco at the park.

“How did it go at the rehearsal?” she asked innocently.

I explained that no one was there except someone giving orders through a loud speaker and poltergeists playing games.

“Alicia said there was a full dress rehearsal and they needed a piano player.”

“Well, during the hour lag time between your call and my arrival at the park, plans were changed.”

I could now feel irritation towards Alicia, but Barbara was ahead of me. She had her on the phone demanding an explanation.

Alicia claimed to not have called Barbara. They had a piano player and their rehearsals were in the evening.

Was this a prank?

I remembered a group of paranormal researchers who asked me a month earlier to help them investigate the park and the theatre in particular. I flatly refused. Could they be behind this?

I was on the phone, “Hi Bob, how’s your research going at the theatre?”

Bob hedged, but eventually came clean. “Stuff always happens around you,” was his lame excuse.

“How did you stack up the sound equipment and wrap the cords and cables around the piano bench?”

“I didn’t do that, I was in the van and Pete was locked in the bathroom, backstage.”

They used me to fish out the poltergeists they believed to be causing all the trouble at the theatre. Pete was to record things from backstage, but he followed the sound of footsteps into the bathroom and got locked in. They got nothing for their efforts.

I never did see the entity that was in my car. I was just glad it was gone. I imagine it’s back at the park hiding in the shrubbery scaring people who are dumb enough to be walking around there.

Yes, I do encounter strange people from time to time. And, I do attract some paranormal experiences I’m not especially eager to have, but such is life …

I hope you enjoyed this little paranormal experience I encountered … and enjoyed how the poltergeists did have the last laugh.

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Urban Legend Come To Life

During this Halloween week, I thought a real ghost story would be in order.

On this fall evening, I had a few friends over. We were sitting around the fire pit near my patio.

As is usually the case, we started talking about urban legends. I’ve always thought some truth originated from them, but the location is usually never pin pointed and some have been proven false, but retold nevertheless.

Someone mentioned the urban legend “The Babysitter.”  I always get a creepy feeling about that story, but I didn’t expect my friend Barbara’s reaction.

“That really happened to me,” Barbara said quietly.

We waited. I was torn between wanting to know and not wanting to hear a story that would keep me up until the break of dawn. Especially an urban legend I already found disturbing. I didn’t need to put a real person’s face on it.

“It’s not exactly like the urban legend, but the similarity cannot be mistaken,” she began. “I was at my aunt and uncle’s house staying with my younger cousins. My parents were having an anniversary party for them. My brothers had dates and that left me to stay with the cousins.”

She quickly added, “No one was killed.” And, the only similarity to the urban legend is the babysitting part … but I’m sure there are numerous variations.

I just knew it had to do with telephone calls or creepy sounds upstairs or in the basement. I had to shut off my wandering imagination.

Barbara’s story took place in the mid 1960’s.

“We were all downstairs. Aunt Harriet had dinner prepared for us. June and I just had to put it on plates. Brady and Mark were watching an old western on television. They wanted to continue watching their program and set up TV trays for all of us to eat together in the living room. During the commercial, the boys got a cold bottle of soda for each of us and made a big production of popping off the caps. They carried in their plates and the sodas just as the program began. June and I followed with silverware, napkins and our own plates.”

“I remember just getting settled when the telephone rang.”

No one was there, but the phone line seemed to crackle.

Barbara returned to the living room and began eating when the telephone rang again. She got up to answer it. This time there was laughing on the line. She decided it was a prank call and said, “Tell me the joke and I’ll laugh along with you.” She heard a distinct click indicating the call was disconnected.

“During the commercial break, we refilled our plates in the kitchen, grabbed another roll or two and the boys opened up another bottle of soda for each of us.”

They were having a pleasant evening together, it was like they were having their own “party” in front of the television.

After dinner and after the television program, the boys searched for something else to watch while June and Barbara washed the dishes. The boys later put the soda bottles in the garage and took out the trash.

They rushed in white as ghosts. “Upstairs, we saw someone in Mom’s sewing room.”

June didn’t believe them at first. She knew her brothers were probably up to something. Barbara immediately believed them. She went outside and the sewing room window was dark.

The boys insisted the light was on and there was someone in the room, walking by the window.

“Let’s all go out for ice cream,” Barbara suggested.

They all got into her car, parked out front. June noticed the light on in the front bedroom window.

“That’s my room!” she said. “I didn’t have my light on.”

They watched the window. Nothing crossed in front of it, but the next window lit up. They were sure someone was in the house.

Barbara carefully drove to the store. She found a telephone booth and all four of them crammed inside as Barbara called her house. Her father answered. She told him what was happening and she and her cousins were at the grocery store. He told her to come home with her cousins.

She had to pass the house on her way home and saw her uncle’s car parked across the street. She parked behind him. He was relieved they were safe and said he was waiting for the police.

A couple of police cars pulled up and parked a couple of houses away on the same side of the street as her aunt and uncle’s house. Her uncle got out of the car to join them.

The police went inside. When they stepped on the porch, the porch light went out. Two other officers went around back.

Barbara remembered leaving the kitchen light on when they left. It was now out.

The police went inside and through every room in the house. What they found was disturbing.

Uncle Roy told Barbara to go home with her cousins.

“Daddy’s going into the house,” Brady said.

“What’s in the house,” Mark wanted to know.

That’s what everyone wanted to know. They waited for Uncle Roy.

He returned with the police. Neither Uncle Roy, nor the police gave much information, but they asked plenty of questions from what they did that evening to what they had for dinner. Barbara explained about the telephone calls. The boys spoke about the light being on in the sewing room.

Aunt Harriet remembered checking the bedrooms before she and Roy left for the evening after Barbara arrived. Nothing was out of place she insisted.

Barbara could attest to the fact that no one went upstairs. The bathroom downstairs was used. All the children were in agreement. Either the boys were together or June and Barbara were together when they were all in the living room.

They didn’t hear anything upstairs.

Years later Barbara found out what the police found and why her aunt and uncle moved out of the house.

No windows were found open. All the outside doors were locked, but something strange had entered the house or been in the house when Harriet and Roy left the children in the care of Barbara.

It was strange no one heard anything, but the television was on and they were watching a western with galloping hoofs and gun fire.

Upstairs was a complete mess. Toys were thrown around the room, beds were set upended against the wall, some toys were broken and all the heads of June’s dolls were gone — not in the trash or anywhere in the house. Clothes were ripped, not slashed with a knife while still on their hangers. Drawers were dumped out and the contents ripped up.

This was impossible for Barbara and her cousins to have done during the two to three hours they were alone in the house.

It was concluded that it had to be poltergeists.

Harriet and Roy didn’t return to live in the house with their children. They hired someone to clean the house and remove all the furniture to the dump. They stayed with Barbara’s family for a couple of weeks before moving into an apartment while they were selling the house.

Whatever was in the house may not have wanted to harm Barbara and her cousins, but since Harriet and Roy were away, it made it very clear that it didn’t want them in the house.

Barbara has never forgotten that night and still gets chills remembering the laughter she heard over the telephone.

Did you find that real ghost story creepy?

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Are Some Houses Not For The Living?

I don’t like to admit it, but I believe this is sometimes true.

Rachel wasn’t feeling well one evening and got up to make some toast after everyone else went to bed and were sleeping soundly.

She was in the kitchen waiting for the toast to pop up out of the toaster. She heard something scratching under the table that was only a little ways away from where she was standing. Was it a mouse, she wondered. She stepped away from the counter and looked under the table. She saw nothing, but still heard the scratching. She got down on her hands and knees to get a good look under the pedestal.

When her toast popped up, it scared her half to death and she hit her head on the underside of the table.

As she was preparing her toast, she heard talking in the living room. She was sure no one was up, but called out.

The voices began mocking her.

“I’m in the kitchen.”

“I’m making toast.”

“My tummy hurts.”

Then there was laughter that seemed cruel.

“I bumped my head — hard too, it hurts.”

“The toaster scared me.”

“Oh what a baby.”

There were a few rude comments Rachel didn’t share, but she was so upset that she woke her family and they left to spend the night in a motel.

She did call in a paranormal team of investigators.

In the light of day she felt foolish, but she didn’t want to be mocked by entities in her house. She didn’t feel safe there.

The investigators stayed in the house for three days and three nights documenting everything. The experiences they had were similar to Rachel’s but escalated as the days progressed.

They ended up having to call paramedics due to the injuries they received.

When Rachel received a report from the investigators they told her that whatever was in the house had physically attacked them. They did need medical attention for the scratches and being tossed around like rag dolls. Several had broken bones.

They were mocked and their cameras and other equipment were smashed, the broken pieces were used as weapons. The kitchen knives were thrown around. Doors opened and closed. They were levitated and dropped.

When the realtor came to the house when Rachael told her she wanted to sell, she said that it looked like a wild party had taken place. She did get a cleaning crew and Rachel hired movers to pack their belongings. She never wanted to step foot in the house again.

The house had been vacant for three years.

Rachael decided to turn off the electricity. She thought whatever was in the house was feeding off it. If she received an offer, she’d turn it back on for the inspection.

Rachael did get an offer. All seemed quiet in the house. There were inspections the prospective buyers arranged. Everything was in good working order. The roof was sound.

Escrow closed and the new buyers had some remodeling done before moving in.

The workers complained that their tools were moved and they heard talking and music playing. They were feeling uncomfortable being in the house. Doors would open and close. One worker was working alone and was nailed to the wall by his own nail gun. He was stuck there until the next morning when the other men came to finish up their jobs.

The new buyers thought the workers were making up stories to get more money for the job they were doing.

Rachael didn’t hear any more about the house. The realtor retired and when she met with fellow realtors, she didn’t want to hear about that house.

As far as I know the house is vacant once again and has been for maybe ten years.

It had been rented out for Halloween parties, but that stopped when the band that was hired lost several members due to electrocution and another was hung on the chandelier with the electrical cables. It was a frightening experience that the homeowner didn’t want to repeat.

Other paranormal investigators wanted to check it out, but they were refused access to the house.

This was Rachael’s dream house. She lost her husband in a car accident and was raising her four children with the help of her parents. Then the incident in the kitchen happened. She had lived in the house for five years before anything happened. She wondered if her children had called in something or if it was the age of her children becoming teenagers.

They moved into another place across town and had no trouble at all.

The new owners are stuck with this house that is not fit for the living.

I wish I had more information and something definite to report about why there was suddenly paranormal activity in the house — poltergeists?

Whatever it is, I believe this makes a great Real Ghost Story.

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Please leave me a comment below if you have any ideas as to why the sudden paranormal activity.