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For about a week after my dog Amber passed I could swear I could feel her brushing by my leg every now and then. 

One night lying on the couch I felt her cold nose under my neck just like she would do to wake me up.

Probably just muscle memory. She was with me for 16 years. Still seemed very real at the time. Grief is a very powerful emotion. 

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4 minutes ago, F250 said:

One summer, I briefly worked at the old Bexar county jail when it was a document storage facility. I did database stuff and was stationed on the top floor. Just me in an office and nobody else on the floor. 

The first week, I worked there I kept hearing people shuffling around and questioned what they were doing because I was supposed to be the only one up there. Around the middle of the week I heard the people shuffling around again and realized I never saw them come or go. They would have had to walk past my door at some point. 

Out of curiosity,  I got up and walked to the room next door to see who was there and found an empty room. Freaked me out a little but figured it was my mind messing with me.

Two days later someone comes upstairs to ask me some questions while I am walking out of the office. We are standing in the hallway where all the old jail cells are still in place.

I am facing this other person in the hallway when some dude walks out of one of the old jail cells into one across the hall.

I immediately ask the guy I am talking to "did you just see that?" He said he did and we both walk down the hall and find both cells empty.

The only explanation I could come up with was that it was a shadow or something. 

All of this occurred before I knew the history of the building. 

 

https://ghosttourtx.com/blog/murder-and-ghosts-of-the-old-bexar-county-jail-haunting-the-holiday-inn-in-san-antonio/

 

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3 minutes ago, South Austin said:

Are you, Alice, currently menstruating?

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1 minute ago, MissingInAction said:

Theres a movie about a ghost that jerks dudes off to death.

Gay ghost porn?

 

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17 minutes ago, Kennythetiger said:

At my apartment in college I often had black things hold me down while I was sleeping. I could never sit up straight. Always figured they were some sort of demon until I read something about sleep paralysis.  It never happened anywhere else but that house though. 

Had something similar happen twice.  Not sleep paralysis for me though.  One was when I was living with my sister and one was after going to a Down concert.

Living with my sister was terrifying because I woke up in the middle of the night terrified out of my mind for no reason at all.  Just kept alternating Hail Mary’s and Our Father’s until I fell back asleep.  Later she asked me if I had noticed anything weird that night a few days later.  She asked me this totally unprompted and told me there was a shadow person lurking in her room that night.

The Down concert was concerning because some girl put a curse on me or something.  I think she was literally possessed because I had a wild ass nightmare a few night’s later that appeared to me in my dream as my gf and the eyes went black and it started to strangle me.  Said the Lord’s Prayer and everything stopped immediately.  Sat straight up in bed and woke her up, but I never told her what that was about.

Two of my cousins and their mom, my aunt, have some wild ass stories.  Mexicans always have ghost stories.  Every single one.  And, they are always motherfucking terrifying.

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1 minute ago, MissingInAction said:
 

'Handjob Cabin' is a movie about a ghost who whacks you off to death.🤷

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Handjob Cabin

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14 year old me would be down for a she-demon handy.

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Not a ghost story per se but for a semester in college I helped run the human lab rats through pharmaco overnighters. It was a good study job. Plenty of time to read while the experiments went on. 

One study was a 3 night stint. Overnighters paid extra, for both the subjects and us techs. Check in Friday about noon, check out Monday morning. They brought in these huge saline sensory deprivation tanks. I tweaked my back hauling upteen 50lb bags of epson. They'd inject them with some ketamine precipitate probably cooked up by some hippe prof to maximize total mental  insensate. They had to like a colostomy exam prep and be totally cleaned out, otherwise they'd swallow their own shit.

The first two studies were boring. Dialing in the properties I guess. Subjects reported feeling of hovering and existential bliss. They begged to come back. Sometimes they did. Chasing psychopomps or that eternal edging orgasm. Another tech would play with this sound system. Mostly droning chomatic subtones, but they settled on static. Not from a deturned TV, but the solar backscatter piped in from Ft Davis.

Our acid-shocked narconauts slingshotted right out of the known universe into interstitial dimensions beneath and behind our own, into transmaterial spheres where sentience is matter, and if they went out as enhanced but effectively empty vessels, then they seldom came back that way. Like human crab traps, we lowered them into the psychotronic abyss, and they routinely came back possessed of something else—fellow travelers out of time and space, and stranger predators and parasites of the immaterial planes. 

Once the study really got ramped up, we had too many volunteers to monitor at once. We had new protocols for the Travelers, the specific modifications to make them perfect narconauts. I just got them higher than God and watched the dials.

When the eye sees nothing, that part of the brain shuts off, but when it sees color but no shade or shape, the brain starts inventing shit. The ganzfeld effect: stare into a whiteout snowstorm and you’ll see a black mouth spilling out ultraviolet worms, all kinds of shit your brain throws up there to make sense out of the infuriating absence of meaningful sensory data.

Truth is, after a couple of crypto-psycic trips it got boring. Drain the tank, scrub it. Hand out the envelopes of cash. Mostly they returned with stories. Orbiting planets. Vagina-like orifices with seven fold symmetry. A few didn't come back. We were hardly ever sure with any of them, completely, whether they were just insane or whether they came back changed. Mentally, I mean. Ah well. Austin has a lot of homeless schiziods and hippie burnouts. What was a few more? Maybe I should tried it myself. It was fucked up, but you see that long enough and you begin to think maybe you're missing out. 

It’s like that fear of heights that isn’t really the fear of falling, but the creeping certainty that, given half a chance, for no good reason at all, you’ll throw yourself off the ledge. Anyway, that's part of the reason I like to dig holes. It's the depth. Very grounding. The wandering human mind is psychic flypaper. Some things can just be, I dunno. Too open.

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46 minutes ago, Fondren & Main said:

Living with my sister was terrifying because I woke up in the middle of the night terrified out of my mind for no reason at all.  Just kept alternating Hail Mary’s and Our Father’s until I fell back asleep.  Later she asked me if I had noticed anything weird that night a few days later.  She asked me this totally unprompted and told me there was a shadow person lurking in her room that night.

Was she your sister or step-sister and did she ever get the sensation of being trapped under a sink or in a cabinet or a clothes dryer?

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I haven't read the first page, but hopefully somebody mentioned the Anson ghost lights - little place outside of Abilene, supposedly you'd flash your lights after you parked and then you'd get the light show.  Lot of couples would go out to the area and park and just bang away or whatever, under the guise of "going out to look at the Anson lights".

I used to go around where people would park and go up to cars and ask the girls if they wanted to hear the real ghost story of the Anson ghost lights.  Guys would get so pissed off at me, because clearly, they were there to fingerbang away or get blowjobs or even get laid or whatever.

Have You Seen the Legendary Anson Ghost Lights?

The Anson Ghost Lights - True Horror Stories of Texas

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I’ve never believed in ghosts, but the one really weird thing that happened to me freaked me out.  My grandparents lived in this old, very large house in Holmby Hills (they bought it from Spencer Tracy).  It was always dimly lit inside, and seemed like it hadn’t been remodeled since the 40s.  My cousins and I were maybe 13 or 14 (so like ‘80-‘81).  We go up the stairs and at the top was a little recessed area where my grandmother (a devout catholic) had a roughly foot tall ceramic figurine of the Virgin Mary.  My cousins and I stopped and looked at it, and. It immediately started wobbling.  Just a little at first, then a bit more, and more, until it fell and I reached out and caught it.  We looked at each other and were like “what in the actual fuck?!”  We set it back and bolted back downstairs and turned on the tv and all the lights.

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