Thanks for sharing, I’d definitely like to read more.I'm a mountain biker and I have switched to ridding the trails closest to my house exclusively at night hence the name (Night Rider) And one evening I was coming off a game trail that leads to a river's edge and onto an aqueduct trail that runs almost straight west to east for four and a half miles and when I rode up the game trail onto the aqueduct there was an old man standing with his hands on his hips looking east down the trail. That startled me for a second because I have never seen a person that far down the trail at night and he did not look like the hiking type the way he was dressed. He had dark pants on that were pulled up just below his nipples and a light colored shirt tucked into them with no jacket. When I rode past him slowly about 20 feet away I glanced over to say hello and when I did I noticed that he didn't respond at all like I was not even there but what raised the hair on the back of my neck was the way he appeared. He looked lighter than the surroundings almost like a bad Photoshop image, It was fairly dark out but he seemed lighter than he should have. after his lack of response and seeing that he almost looked (Don't laugh) Translucent I switched gears and cranked away fast until I got about 200 yards away to the start of a large uphill. As I was riding up hill I looked back to see if he was chasing me LOL and I saw that he was not in sight on the aqueduct, Few I continued riding uphill till my conscience got the best of me. I started thinking that this elderly man might have wondered out of his home and forgot were he lived plus it was cold out and he was not dressed for the weather temps that night. Also there is a nursing home about 7 miles down the road and it would not be the first time someone escaped and wandered off so I turned around to look for him and ask him if he was ok or needed assistance. I quickly rode back to the junction of the game trail were I had seen him and he was not in sight and I could see a great distance down the aqueduct so I headed down the game trail to the rivers edge to make sure he didn't fall in the water and when I got to the end of the short game trail he was not in sight. Now I was feeling less creeped out and more guilty thinking to myself that That he could be in distress and that I could have helped him I got back on the Aqueduct trail and road full speed about four miles in the opposite direction trying to catch up to him until I realized that there was no way he could have covered that much distance on foot in that short amount of time so I turned around and rode back to the junction to see if I could see his footprints in the damp sandy area he was standing to see what direction he might have headed off to and when I got to the spot to look all I saw deer, coyote, and tire tracks but NO shoe prints besides mine. needles to say I was completely freaked out and I took off riding and set a new personal best record for riding that uphill section to get to my house. When I got home The creepy feeling had past and guilt set in again so I gave the nursing home a call to ask if they had any patience missing and they said no but took my phone number and info just incase so I called the local PD and told them of the old lost looking man I saw leaving out the creepy details of course and they said they had no calls yet but took my number in case any thing came up, no one ever called back. It still creeps me out thinking about the way he looked/appeared that night, almost translucent but the kicker was No footprints in the sandy mud. I am a Man of Science and a (Prove it to me) type of guy but I did grow up in a haunted house for eighteen years and I have witnessed paranormal events in that house with family and friends and I got the same hair raising feeling the second I laid eyes on that old man in the woods. I saved the best for last! the very next spring the state erected a sign with the story of the building of the aqueduct and had a picture of the crew who built that section standing in front of the pipeline before they backfilled it and standing in front and center of the crew was one man dressed differently, not like the workers but obviously the job forman and who do you think he looked exactly like? Yup! He looked and dressed exactly like the old man I saw. The way I figure it if it was a ghost I saw then it was him and he was just admiring the job that he had spent so much time on and was probably very proud of. I don't believe in (Spooky Ghosts) or demons but I do believe in physics, energy will always be energy and can only change form and that paranormal events are simply the energy of person or an event replaying itself like the events that happened in my boyhood home but those are stories for another time. If ya all don't think i'm crazy and want to hear a couple just let me know and I would be glad to share.
Same here. Thanks for sharing story, it definitely makes one wonder.Thanks for sharing, I’d definitely like to read more.
Thanks for sharing, I enjoyed that. if you’d take the time to tell the stories of the home that you lived in for 18 years I’d be happy to read them.I'm a mountain biker and I have switched to ridding the trails closest to my house exclusively at night hence the name (Night Rider) And one evening I was coming off a game trail that leads to a river's edge and onto an aqueduct trail that runs almost straight west to east for four and a half miles and when I rode up the game trail onto the aqueduct there was an old man standing with his hands on his hips looking east down the trail. That startled me for a second because I have never seen a person that far down the trail at night and he did not look like the hiking type the way he was dressed. He had dark pants on that were pulled up just below his nipples and a light colored shirt tucked into them with no jacket. When I rode past him slowly about 20 feet away I glanced over to say hello and when I did I noticed that he didn't respond at all like I was not even there but what raised the hair on the back of my neck was the way he appeared. He looked lighter than the surroundings almost like a bad Photoshop image, It was fairly dark out but he seemed lighter than he should have. after his lack of response and seeing that he almost looked (Don't laugh) Translucent I switched gears and cranked away fast until I got about 200 yards away to the start of a large uphill. As I was riding up hill I looked back to see if he was chasing me LOL and I saw that he was not in sight on the aqueduct, Few I continued riding uphill till my conscience got the best of me. I started thinking that this elderly man might have wondered out of his home and forgot were he lived plus it was cold out and he was not dressed for the weather temps that night. Also there is a nursing home about 7 miles down the road and it would not be the first time someone escaped and wandered off so I turned around to look for him and ask him if he was ok or needed assistance. I quickly rode back to the junction of the game trail were I had seen him and he was not in sight and I could see a great distance down the aqueduct so I headed down the game trail to the rivers edge to make sure he didn't fall in the water and when I got to the end of the short game trail he was not in sight. Now I was feeling less creeped out and more guilty thinking to myself that That he could be in distress and that I could have helped him I got back on the Aqueduct trail and road full speed about four miles in the opposite direction trying to catch up to him until I realized that there was no way he could have covered that much distance on foot in that short amount of time so I turned around and rode back to the junction to see if I could see his footprints in the damp sandy area he was standing to see what direction he might have headed off to and when I got to the spot to look all I saw deer, coyote, and tire tracks but NO shoe prints besides mine. needles to say I was completely freaked out and I took off riding and set a new personal best record for riding that uphill section to get to my house. When I got home The creepy feeling had past and guilt set in again so I gave the nursing home a call to ask if they had any patience missing and they said no but took my phone number and info just incase so I called the local PD and told them of the old lost looking man I saw leaving out the creepy details of course and they said they had no calls yet but took my number in case any thing came up, no one ever called back. It still creeps me out thinking about the way he looked/appeared that night, almost translucent but the kicker was No footprints in the sandy mud. I am a Man of Science and a (Prove it to me) type of guy but I did grow up in a haunted house for eighteen years and I have witnessed paranormal events in that house with family and friends and I got the same hair raising feeling the second I laid eyes on that old man in the woods. I saved the best for last! the very next spring the state erected a sign with the story of the building of the aqueduct and had a picture of the crew who built that section standing in front of the pipeline before they backfilled it and standing in front and center of the crew was one man dressed differently, not like the workers but obviously the job forman and who do you think he looked exactly like? Yup! He looked and dressed exactly like the old man I saw. The way I figure it if it was a ghost I saw then it was him and he was just admiring the job that he had spent so much time on and was probably very proud of. I don't believe in (Spooky Ghosts) or demons but I do believe in physics, energy will always be energy and can only change form and that paranormal events are simply the energy of person or an event replaying itself like the events that happened in my boyhood home but those are stories for another time. If ya all don't think i'm crazy and want to hear a couple just let me know and I would be glad to share.
Sounds great, enjoy the weather.Thanks for the nice response and I will be more than happy to share a couple of stories from my childhood home, I think you all will get a kick out of them. I want to do a nice job for you all and I don't have time tonight because it's a rare 40 degree Febrewary night here in the outskirts of Boston so i'm hitting the trails in a bit but tomorrow I will make myself a nice glass of whisky, dig back in my memories, and peck at the old keyboard. Until then, Stay Sharp and have a good night.
Got time for another ghost story? Like I had mentioned before The house I grew up in had some paranormal activity it with strange sounds and (feelings) and it all seemed to stem from the second floor bedroom of the Cape style house. When I was young about 5 or 6 I would here the hardwood stairs creaking as if someone was walking up them. My older sister with a straight face would tell me that it was the ghost that lived in here bedroom but when I told Dad he explained to me that it was an old house and that was the sounds of settling and the wood expanding and contracting due to temperature. This went on for years but it seemed to get louder and more frequent when my sister was in her teenage years. My sister got married and moved out leaving the room vacant so I would have friends sleepover and use the room and they would all tell me how they couldn't sleep and felt like someone was watching them. One friend was pissed at me one morning and asked me why I was walking around the bed last night trying to scare him, he was 18 at the time. One day I was sitting in the bedrooms dormer style window doing some reading and getting some sun on a cold winter day and I started hearing a fly buzzing around me so I look around the window for the fly but all I could see was the carcasses of a couple flys, it was January or February in New England not exactly fly season. As I went back to reading the noise got a little louder to the point that it didn't sound like a fly but a small voice speeded up and at that point I thought I actually heard words being spoken so I picked up my crap and got the hell out of that room and never used it again. That same week I had come home from school to an empty quiet house and the footsteps started again but this time it was very clear that someone was walking across my living room floor. I was in the basement so I grabbed a hockey stick and went up the stairs to take care of a potential robber but when I got to the living room it was empty but the stairs started creaking one by one like someone was going up them. By now I had an idea what was going on because when I peaked at the stairs they were empty but they still were creaking like someone was on them so I yelled at the stairs and told the ghost to get the F out and that it wasn't welcome here then I slowly started up the stairs Hockey stick at the ready and when I got to the landing the bathroom door started to swing open. That startled the crap out of me so I took a swing and put the Hockey stick threw the door and I ran back downstairs to regroup and check my shorts. That evening when dad came home from work the very first thing he notice was the hole in the door so he yelled my name in his ( Im gonna beat your ass voice) but when I explained to him what had happened he instantly went from mad to understanding and said that we will fix it together tomorrow but he never acknowledged anything about the ghost. I believe he was well aware of the ghost for years but being a ruff tuff proud Marine he was protecting us kids the only way he new how and that was to pass the events off as normal house noises but this time he couldn't and I was too old now anyway so he simply didn't speak of it and the next day we fixed the door and said nothing about it except (Don't tell your mother what happened.) A few months later my mom dad and I was watching TV (Sonny and cher) in the living room when my dog a large Alpha male Husky started whining down the hall and we figured he was having a doggie dream but it kept up then he appeared from the hall whimpering and staring up at the ceiling and following something slowly. My dad looked at me and with a smirk said (what's got into him) as the dog walked past us whimpering until he stopped at a small 2 foot by 2 foot coat closet at the base of the stairs then he stood stair at the door growling and looking over at us then back to the door. We all looked at one another until dad stood up and walked to the closet door to show the dog that it was empty but as he reached for the door knob a Loud bang come from inside the closet like a bowling ball had been dropped on the floor sending my dad backwards and the dog running back down the hall. Needless to say we all jumped up and when I got to the closet we opened it up to find Nothing inside except two raincoats, no bowling balls. It was at that point my father for the first time acknowledged the situation and said with a nervous smile (It must be the ghost again) and he calmly sat back down to watch TV. The footsteps continued on and off for years but we never spoke about it seeing that we were quite use to it but when the grandkids were old enough to sleep over my father asked me not to say anything about the ghost to the kids but they figured it out on their own eventually. Thinking about it now to me it seemed like a poltergeist because it seemed to correlate and become stronger or louder when there was teenagers in the house especially when my sister was living at home but the footsteps taking the same path over and over year after year makes me think that it was a Residual haunting. Like I said before I'm a man of science and a show me type of guy but I cant deny what I have experienced for many years while I lived in that house and when I got older and felt comfortable talking about it to other people some of them would share stories of their own. I was telling the dog and the closet story on a jobsite once and got the funny looks but later that day a guy came up to me and said I have a story for you and he explained how he was sitting down to dinner at his aunt's house when all of a sudden the cabinet doors flew open and disheshes started (flying out) not falling but flying across the kitchen and that he was a believer. I never went as far as to research the house but all i knew was that previous owner was an old man that use to repair small airplanes in the backyard but recently talking to a neighbor from the old hood I found out that the house across the street from us was thought to be haunted. From my early childhood I remember happy families moving into that house and making new friends with some of their kids but but they never stayed for too long and the house would be up for sale again so I guess I didn't have it too bad. My dad passed away some years ago and my mom lived alone for a couple of years until one of my sons rented the upstairs bedroom, the Haunted one and I was not too happy about it but he has not reported anything strange so I guess things have quieted down on 13 Beaver St, yes 13 and guess what number house I moved into in the next town over, Yup 13. Like I said I'm man of science and I'm definitely not superstitious but I know what I have experienced. I have spent the last 20 years doing a lot of work in a 175 year old textile mill and we seem to have a ghost that shows itself in the boiler room quite frequently with many witnesses so if you want to hear a couple of short haunted mill storys let me know. Have a good night and remember to keep an open mind.