it doesn't matter if they've really happened or not.
i'm trying to find the scariest one so i can scare my friends.
thanks!
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Read my Enteries on Spirit Possession which I began writing here last September 2005.
it outlines my more than 20 years of dealing with the Spirit of three of my Relatives and Dr. P. who entered my body in July 1986 the First Anniversary of his death and I'm still trying to get them to come out of my body but so far no such luck.
All of this is the absolute truth although few believe it.
it outlines my more than 20 years of dealing with the Spirit of three of my Relatives and Dr. P. who entered my body in July 1986 the First Anniversary of his death and I'm still trying to get them to come out of my body but so far no such luck.
All of this is the absolute truth although few believe it.
Qarrah:
Have you ever checked out about.com paranormal? On the site, you will see a section called "True Scary Tales". Each month, dating back to 1997, you see lots and lots of stories about wierd events, harrowing experiences, etc. It is BY FAR the best compilation of scary stories found on the net.
Have you ever checked out about.com paranormal? On the site, you will see a section called "True Scary Tales". Each month, dating back to 1997, you see lots and lots of stories about wierd events, harrowing experiences, etc. It is BY FAR the best compilation of scary stories found on the net.
Oh..I didn't even think of about.com
I googled scary stories but most of them were lame. Thanks, science!
I googled scary stories but most of them were lame. Thanks, science!
Yes, the paranormal section on About.com is quite interesting...you can find anything which might be of interest to you...everything from elf sightings to psychic teleportation, it's the site I visit the most.
Otherwise, the stories about Ankou or the Angelystor is also quite creepy...
Huh, never heard of that..? Got a link to post?
I don't really get scared by reading something because my brain just see's it as words...but maybe I was freaked out by some ghosts stories I read (real ones) and the best horror novel I read I was Stephen King's It.
Yeah, Stephen King writes excellent horror novels...
Not to sound childish or anything, but any campfire tales book or stories to tell around the campfire-type books are good for scary stories. These tend to be really creepy because of the setting in which they are to be read!
A link to the stories of Ankou or Angelystor ?? I'm afraid it's going to be a cut & paste job, both from wikipedia:
Ankou is a personification of death mainly in Breton mythology.
It is said that he is the one who collects the souls of the dead and aids them on their journey to the next world, in his old rickety cart. The cart is pulled along either by two horses, one is old and thin, while the other is youthful and strong, or four black horses of unspecified age.
According to legend he is tall, and wears a wide-brimmed hat and long coat. Some tales have it that he has two companions, who are skeletons in some versions, following behind his cart and tossing into it souls.
There are many tales involving Ankou. According to some he was the first child of Adam and Eve.
One says that there were three drunk friends walking home one night, when they came across an old man on a rickety cart. Two of the men started shouting at Ankou, and then throwing stones, when they broke the axle on his cart they ran off.
The third friend felt bad, and so wanting to help Ankou, first found a branch to replace the broken axle, and then gave Ankou his shoe-laces to tie it to the cart with. The next morning, the two friends who were throwing stones at Ankou were dead, while the one who stayed to help only had his hair turned white. He would never speak in detail about how it happened.
Angelystor:
Angelystor (the Recording Angel [of Death]) is a Welsh mythical supernatural being. According to folklore every Halloween and July 31st it appears to the medieval church of Llangernyw, midway between Abergele and Llanrwst, in Conwy county, Wales, where it announces in Welsh the names of the people of the parish who are going to die soon. The churchyard has an old yew tree which is about 3,000 years old and two old stones which indicate that the place was an important religious site in the Pagan era.
This next story is just one of the legends regarding Angelystor: The village tailor known by the name of Shôn ap Robert once, during a long evening at the pub in Halloween, laughingly derided the existence of Angelystor. His drinking comrades encouraged him to go to the church and prove it was not real and he accepted the challenge. When he got to the church he heard the voice of Angelystor which was reading the names. The first name he heard was Shôn ap Robert. "Hold, hold!" he cried, "I'm not ready yet!". Later that year he died.
In the summer of 1969, two 14-year-old Wirral girls named Anna and Nancy went to stay with Anna's grandmother, an old Welsh woman named Hilda Jones, who lived in a thatched cottage in a picturesque part of Wales, situated about 5 miles south of Abergele, on the outskirts of Llangernyw, Conwy. Anna loved her grandmother, but had warned her friend Nancy that her Gran was a very strict person. She also told Nancy that her Gran knew hundreds of ghost stories, and that she told tales around the fire in the cottage late at night. Nancy found Anna's Grandmother exactly as she had imagined her. The woman dressed in dark, old-fashioned clothes, and she was a very serious person who rarely smiled.
The girls spent the first day on their two-week holiday roaming the countryside, exploring old wells, chasing colourful butterflies and soaking up the sun. One Sunday afternoon, Anna and Nancy came across an old Gothic-looking church. In the churchyard, there stood a gigantic Yew Tree. From behind this tree stepped a young man of about fourteen or fifteen years of age. He seemed very shy, and the girls thought he was quite handsome. He had a pencil behind his ear and under his arm, he carried a large A3-sized sketchbook. Anna and Nancy giggled and then said hello to the boy, and he self-consciously nodded back to them. After a while he introduced himself as Rhys Davies, and he showed the girls his pencil sketches of the Yew Tree and the old church. Anna asked Rhys if he would sketch her and Nancy, and he blushed and said, 'What for?'
He eventually agreed to sketch the girls and told them to keep still as they sat under the tree. Rhys remarked that the tree was 3,000 years old, which the girls found hard to believe, but Rhys was telling the truth, the Yew of Llangernyw does date back to the Bronze Age. However, that was nothing. Rhys then told the girls about the church - which was built in medieval times - and the thing that haunted it. He said, 'My father says this churchyard is a very ancient place. Pagans used to come here to make sacrifices to something evil,' And Rhys pointed to two large standing stones in the churchyard. He told how they were supposed to be part of a gateway to a magical, mysterious locale. The girls giggled, and Nancy said her friend fancied Rhys, and Anna went red and said she didn't. Then Rhys told the girls to stop moving and messing about. He then told them about the thing that appeared in the church - the sinister entity that the local villagers named Angelystor - the Recording Angel of Death. This was a tall lanky-looking figure with a pale, skeletal face. It wore a long black silken robe, and appeared in front of the church altar twice a year. Around the end of July and on Halloween. It called out the name of all the people who were going to die in the parish. Priests had seen the terrifying apparition, and many other members of the congregation. Every name the Angel of Death mentioned died within the space of a month. Rhys said his auntie had seen the tall vision in black one night on October 31st, three years before. She had been a cleaner at the church. When the apparition appeared, it said, 'Those I will now name shall soon be dead…'
Rhy's Aunt realised what the thing was and she put her fingers in her ears, then ran to the church door. As she unbolted the door she heard the angel of death's annunciation echoing down the aisle. One of the names was Veronica Davies - the name of her sister - Rhys Davies' mother. Weeks later, Veronica Davies - who had apparently been in perfect health - died of a massive brain haemorrhage in her bed.
This story scared the girls from Wirral, especially because they were so near to the haunted church. Rhys handed them the sketch he'd drawn of them, and they smiled. It was very good. But then the Welsh boy sketched the Angel of Death, based on what he'd heard from his Auntie. The girls shuddered. Anna mentioned Rhy's tale to her grandmother, and the old woman went pale and seemed lost in thought. She then warned the girls not to go anywhere near that church. But the girls ignored the warning, and they would meet Rhys there. One day he convinced them to meet him at the church late at night on July 31st -when the Angel of Death was said to put in an appearance. On that night, the locals kept away from the church, and even the old priest was said to go on leave. Anna and Nancy thought it would be a romantic adventure to meet Rhys at night, and they managed to sneak out the cottage after Anna's grandmother had gone to bed. What happened that night was to give the girls fits. They met Rhys at around eleven o'clock that Thursday night, on July 31st, 1969. A waning moon shone low in the sky, and Rhys and Anna and Nancy were nervously giggling as they approached the church - when they suddenly heard a strange sound. It sounded like large stone blocks sliding against each other. Then they saw a long black shape, about twelve feet high, come from between the two standing stones. It floated silently across the churchyard and went straight through the wall of the ancient medieval church. Nancy clung to Anna, trembling, and Rhys stood there with his mouth open, unable to speak. Anna started to cry, she was so scared. Then the three teenagers heard a deep unearthly voice echoing inside the church. Only Rhys could understand the voice, because it was speaking in Welsh. It was saying, 'Those I will now name shall soon be dead…'
And the very first name was Rhys Hywell Davies - that was Rhys's first name. The boy stumbled away from the churchyard with the girls screaming behind him, and all the way down the lane outside, he kept saying, 'It said my name, it said my name.' The girls were hysterical.
Up the lane came a woman in black - it was Anna's grandmother. She was livid, and she reprimanded the girls for sneaking out the cottage, and she told Rhys to go home. She'd be having words with his father in the morning. The next day, Anna and Nancy went home to Wirrall. Anna later received a letter from her grandmother, a fortnight later. She said that young Rhys Davies had been killed in a terrible road accident in Wrexham.
©Tom Slemen 2002. From Haunted Wirral
Although i think there is already a post about angelystor
Ankou is a personification of death mainly in Breton mythology.
It is said that he is the one who collects the souls of the dead and aids them on their journey to the next world, in his old rickety cart. The cart is pulled along either by two horses, one is old and thin, while the other is youthful and strong, or four black horses of unspecified age.
According to legend he is tall, and wears a wide-brimmed hat and long coat. Some tales have it that he has two companions, who are skeletons in some versions, following behind his cart and tossing into it souls.
There are many tales involving Ankou. According to some he was the first child of Adam and Eve.
One says that there were three drunk friends walking home one night, when they came across an old man on a rickety cart. Two of the men started shouting at Ankou, and then throwing stones, when they broke the axle on his cart they ran off.
The third friend felt bad, and so wanting to help Ankou, first found a branch to replace the broken axle, and then gave Ankou his shoe-laces to tie it to the cart with. The next morning, the two friends who were throwing stones at Ankou were dead, while the one who stayed to help only had his hair turned white. He would never speak in detail about how it happened.
Angelystor:
Angelystor (the Recording Angel [of Death]) is a Welsh mythical supernatural being. According to folklore every Halloween and July 31st it appears to the medieval church of Llangernyw, midway between Abergele and Llanrwst, in Conwy county, Wales, where it announces in Welsh the names of the people of the parish who are going to die soon. The churchyard has an old yew tree which is about 3,000 years old and two old stones which indicate that the place was an important religious site in the Pagan era.
This next story is just one of the legends regarding Angelystor: The village tailor known by the name of Shôn ap Robert once, during a long evening at the pub in Halloween, laughingly derided the existence of Angelystor. His drinking comrades encouraged him to go to the church and prove it was not real and he accepted the challenge. When he got to the church he heard the voice of Angelystor which was reading the names. The first name he heard was Shôn ap Robert. "Hold, hold!" he cried, "I'm not ready yet!". Later that year he died.
In the summer of 1969, two 14-year-old Wirral girls named Anna and Nancy went to stay with Anna's grandmother, an old Welsh woman named Hilda Jones, who lived in a thatched cottage in a picturesque part of Wales, situated about 5 miles south of Abergele, on the outskirts of Llangernyw, Conwy. Anna loved her grandmother, but had warned her friend Nancy that her Gran was a very strict person. She also told Nancy that her Gran knew hundreds of ghost stories, and that she told tales around the fire in the cottage late at night. Nancy found Anna's Grandmother exactly as she had imagined her. The woman dressed in dark, old-fashioned clothes, and she was a very serious person who rarely smiled.
The girls spent the first day on their two-week holiday roaming the countryside, exploring old wells, chasing colourful butterflies and soaking up the sun. One Sunday afternoon, Anna and Nancy came across an old Gothic-looking church. In the churchyard, there stood a gigantic Yew Tree. From behind this tree stepped a young man of about fourteen or fifteen years of age. He seemed very shy, and the girls thought he was quite handsome. He had a pencil behind his ear and under his arm, he carried a large A3-sized sketchbook. Anna and Nancy giggled and then said hello to the boy, and he self-consciously nodded back to them. After a while he introduced himself as Rhys Davies, and he showed the girls his pencil sketches of the Yew Tree and the old church. Anna asked Rhys if he would sketch her and Nancy, and he blushed and said, 'What for?'
He eventually agreed to sketch the girls and told them to keep still as they sat under the tree. Rhys remarked that the tree was 3,000 years old, which the girls found hard to believe, but Rhys was telling the truth, the Yew of Llangernyw does date back to the Bronze Age. However, that was nothing. Rhys then told the girls about the church - which was built in medieval times - and the thing that haunted it. He said, 'My father says this churchyard is a very ancient place. Pagans used to come here to make sacrifices to something evil,' And Rhys pointed to two large standing stones in the churchyard. He told how they were supposed to be part of a gateway to a magical, mysterious locale. The girls giggled, and Nancy said her friend fancied Rhys, and Anna went red and said she didn't. Then Rhys told the girls to stop moving and messing about. He then told them about the thing that appeared in the church - the sinister entity that the local villagers named Angelystor - the Recording Angel of Death. This was a tall lanky-looking figure with a pale, skeletal face. It wore a long black silken robe, and appeared in front of the church altar twice a year. Around the end of July and on Halloween. It called out the name of all the people who were going to die in the parish. Priests had seen the terrifying apparition, and many other members of the congregation. Every name the Angel of Death mentioned died within the space of a month. Rhys said his auntie had seen the tall vision in black one night on October 31st, three years before. She had been a cleaner at the church. When the apparition appeared, it said, 'Those I will now name shall soon be dead…'
Rhy's Aunt realised what the thing was and she put her fingers in her ears, then ran to the church door. As she unbolted the door she heard the angel of death's annunciation echoing down the aisle. One of the names was Veronica Davies - the name of her sister - Rhys Davies' mother. Weeks later, Veronica Davies - who had apparently been in perfect health - died of a massive brain haemorrhage in her bed.
This story scared the girls from Wirral, especially because they were so near to the haunted church. Rhys handed them the sketch he'd drawn of them, and they smiled. It was very good. But then the Welsh boy sketched the Angel of Death, based on what he'd heard from his Auntie. The girls shuddered. Anna mentioned Rhy's tale to her grandmother, and the old woman went pale and seemed lost in thought. She then warned the girls not to go anywhere near that church. But the girls ignored the warning, and they would meet Rhys there. One day he convinced them to meet him at the church late at night on July 31st -when the Angel of Death was said to put in an appearance. On that night, the locals kept away from the church, and even the old priest was said to go on leave. Anna and Nancy thought it would be a romantic adventure to meet Rhys at night, and they managed to sneak out the cottage after Anna's grandmother had gone to bed. What happened that night was to give the girls fits. They met Rhys at around eleven o'clock that Thursday night, on July 31st, 1969. A waning moon shone low in the sky, and Rhys and Anna and Nancy were nervously giggling as they approached the church - when they suddenly heard a strange sound. It sounded like large stone blocks sliding against each other. Then they saw a long black shape, about twelve feet high, come from between the two standing stones. It floated silently across the churchyard and went straight through the wall of the ancient medieval church. Nancy clung to Anna, trembling, and Rhys stood there with his mouth open, unable to speak. Anna started to cry, she was so scared. Then the three teenagers heard a deep unearthly voice echoing inside the church. Only Rhys could understand the voice, because it was speaking in Welsh. It was saying, 'Those I will now name shall soon be dead…'
And the very first name was Rhys Hywell Davies - that was Rhys's first name. The boy stumbled away from the churchyard with the girls screaming behind him, and all the way down the lane outside, he kept saying, 'It said my name, it said my name.' The girls were hysterical.
Up the lane came a woman in black - it was Anna's grandmother. She was livid, and she reprimanded the girls for sneaking out the cottage, and she told Rhys to go home. She'd be having words with his father in the morning. The next day, Anna and Nancy went home to Wirrall. Anna later received a letter from her grandmother, a fortnight later. She said that young Rhys Davies had been killed in a terrible road accident in Wrexham.
©Tom Slemen 2002. From Haunted Wirral
Although i think there is already a post about angelystor
QUOTE(Qarrah @ Apr 15 2006, 04:03 PM) [snapback]1148896[/snapback]
it doesn't matter if they've really happened or not.
i'm trying to find the scariest one so i can scare my friends.
thanks!
Hi,if you want scary...go see my web site....the Evps and the Vidoes like this one..lol
Scary Apparition.. OMG run!!
Girl Ghost Video
yes...I would say its a hoax....IF .....the first few seconds, I hear a scream...it was none of the men.....I tell you in the in Old Superstitions tells of an " Entity" they called a Banshee.
also look at it when... it's sitting by the stone... in the first few seconds....
the Banshee... just knells and shakes it's head.
I keep going on it, trying to make out a face but I don't see one!
My "auntie" (mommas friend), knew of someone who tried to smuggle packages of acid accross the boarder.
He had them strapped all around his stomach in these lightweight and unrecognizable bags. And, once he was almost about to cross, the US/CAN guards started random car searches.
He sat outisde his car awainting the dog sniffing and searching, sweating! As he sweated for hours as the dogs thought they found something. The acid began to leek from the bag into his skin. Infact, a great deal of acid absorbed in his skin.
He is now in a Mental Hospital with severe mental illness. He belives that he is an ORANGE! No joke. He sits and screams if anyone approaches him, yelling "Don't Peel me! Please don't peel me!"
He had them strapped all around his stomach in these lightweight and unrecognizable bags. And, once he was almost about to cross, the US/CAN guards started random car searches.
He sat outisde his car awainting the dog sniffing and searching, sweating! As he sweated for hours as the dogs thought they found something. The acid began to leek from the bag into his skin. Infact, a great deal of acid absorbed in his skin.
He is now in a Mental Hospital with severe mental illness. He belives that he is an ORANGE! No joke. He sits and screams if anyone approaches him, yelling "Don't Peel me! Please don't peel me!"
And the moral of the story is....watch out for freaks who think they're oranges.
QUOTE(Kaknelson @ Apr 17 2006, 08:30 AM) [snapback]1150935[/snapback]
He is now in a Mental Hospital with severe mental illness. He belives that he is an ORANGE! No joke. He sits and screams if anyone approaches him, yelling "Don't Peel me! Please don't peel me!"
LOL.
Man, that totally amused me.
How that can be seen as a scary story, I will never know.
QUOTE(bubs_satansreject @ Apr 23 2006, 04:05 AM) [snapback]1160030[/snapback]
LOL.
Man, that totally amused me.
How that can be seen as a scary story, I will never know.
LOL. ye gurl.
I laugh, however it isn't too funny. It is scary to think about
, this dude lost all his friends, and his old life to boot.
QUOTE(Kaknelson @ Apr 23 2006, 12:08 PM) [snapback]1160031[/snapback]
LOL. ye gurl.
I laugh, however it isn't too funny. It is scary to think about
, this dude lost all his friends, and his old life to boot.Awww. It is a sad story.
At least the guy doesn't realise what he has lost since he thinks he is an orange.... but sad for his family and friends.Well, as long as we don't tape acid around our stomach, we should be ok.
QUOTE(bubs_satansreject @ Apr 23 2006, 04:12 AM) [snapback]1160034[/snapback]
Awww. It is a sad story.
At least the guy doesn't realise what he has lost since he thinks he is an orange.... but sad for his family and friends.Well, as long as we don't tape acid around our stomach, we should be ok.
Very True.I just have a tendancy to always try to put myself in someone elses shoes.
Could you imagine being in the ORANGE's shoes... poor man, must be Hell on Earth.
QUOTE(Kaknelson @ Apr 23 2006, 12:18 PM) [snapback]1160042[/snapback]
Very True.I just have a tendancy to always try to put myself in someone elses shoes.
Could you imagine being in the ORANGE's shoes... poor man, must be Hell on Earth.
Awww, It's always thoughtful to put yourself in someone esle's shoes.
Well, other then worrying about being peeled... It shouldn't be too bad.... I wonder if he worries about rotting lol
QUOTE(Kaknelson @ Apr 23 2006, 04:18 AM) [snapback]1160042[/snapback]
Could you imagine being in the ORANGE's shoes... poor man, must be Hell on Earth.
Thanks for sharing this one, Kak. This is one of those "Now I can die because I've heard it all" stories.
I think Bubs touched on an important point: there are scary stories, then there are stories of those who are scared.
I'm sure I'd be able to tolerate his fears of rotting or being peeled. But I'd certainly give him privacy if he decided to zest.
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