I’ve got a couple true ghost stories, but this one is good because there was a witness.
It was about 10 PM, in the fall of 1992 and I was in a fraternity at the University of Arizona. One tradition we have is called “Walk Out” and it is when all the pledges walk out on their house duties and go somewhere as a group. However there is one rule that if the active members catch a pledge on the way to their predetermined location, the entire class has to come back to the house and negotiate a return of their pledge brother. No pledge class had ever gotten away Scott free, until now. We knew they had gone to Rocky Point, Mexico and I knew the way to the border.
“Hey!” I exclaimed. “The border closes at midnight and opens at 8 AM. It’s possible one of them didn’t make it across the border. It’s about a 4 hour drive. Who’s got a car?” One guy volunteered to drive and another to ride along.
Now, when I say “we were in the middle of nowhere” we really were, halfway between Tucson, and Lukesville, Arizona. I was reclined in the passenger seat, just resting when I decided to sit up for some reason. Since I grew up in Tucson, I had heard the legend of La Llarona many times. Supposedly this woman went crazy and drowned her children in a river. I think she drowned as well and the legend is her ghost appears near river banks and bridges and she is crying, wailing, searching for her children. La Llarona is the “Wailing Woman”. Famous piece of Southern Arizona and Northern Mexico folklore.
Now my friend, who was driving, is Swedish and had never heard the story. So, I sat up, and walking away from us, besides the road was this woman dressed in a flowing white robe. As we zoomed past she made no movement, as if she was unaware of our presence. From the passenger seat, as we drove past, I looked and her face seemed all black. I could not see her face.
Our conversation went something like this.
Me: Dude, you gotta turn around.
Friend: What?
Me: We have to see if she’s crying.
Friend: What the fuck was that?
Me: Dude, you are not going to believe this, I think we just saw a ghost.
Friend: No, actually I do believe that.
I could not convince him to turn around, and badump, bump, we drove over a bridge, over a river. I told him the story, but couldn’t remember the name. The guy in the backseat was asleep and missed the whole thing. An hour or so later a cop pulled us over because, why are you out here at 3 AM? “We have to pick up a stranded friend.” and we are 100% sober. We tell her the story.
Cop: Oh, La Llarona.
Me: Yeah, La Llarona.
Cop: Yeah, it wouldn’t be the first time we had a sighting out here. Everything checks out. You boys drive safe.
By the way, there was a pledge in a Jeep that had ran out of gas, and we captured him and returned him to the house, and kept the tradition alive.
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Gotta love John Houseman.
Ok, this one is a little less visual but, in some ways just as creepy. I was living in New York City, and the courtayrd to my building was supposedly haunted. I was riding my bike a lot back then, about 25 years old, and I think I was looking pretty good. Why is it always female ghosts with me? At least they are adults. Child ghosts are the creepiest.
So, I am coming home from a bike ride, and I had this really nice Gary Fisher mountain bike, that you just can’t put on the street in New York, so I walk through the courtyard, hike my bike up onto my shoulder, open the front door, and start up the stairs. The door, as usual closes behind me and then, screeech, I heard the mail slot open. “That’s odd.” I thought. “I didn’t notice the mailman behind me.” and I turn to look, and the slot is just open, as if someone from outside is holding it open, peering up at me, but I can see right through to the ground. Now, at this moment, I was not freaked out. “Huh, spring must have broke.” I thought and I continued up the stairs. This was like 23 years ago, that spring is fine to this day. It wasn’t a gust of wind, there are two mail slots on that door, only one opened. It never has happened again. I can’t explain it. “A ghost wanted to check out my ass.” is literally the best explanation I can come up with.
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Thanks!
Great story - the true ones are the best!
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haha @cryptoninja1, a perv ghost! Awesome :) The first story is pretty creepy too; I totally believe in ghosts and have had a couple of encounters myself. I'm with you though...child ghosts are the worst!
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The capturing of the pledge: So, our plan was, if they made it across the border, we just drive back, be back at like 8 AM. We got tomthe border but didn’t cross, kinda drove around that area. Back then you didn’t need a passport tomgo across, but like, Imsaid, if they made it,,they made it. No signs, we start on the way back, and there it was, a Jeep we knewmthat actually belonged to one of the actives, which the pledges had captured. Out of gas.
Friend: Hey, that’s Eric’s Jeep!
Me: (lunges forward from my reclined position again)
And I see the active, and he just shakes his head. He’s on an all expenses paid trip to Mexico, either way. Sitting in his back seat, is this kinda chubby, Jewish kid from Pittsburgh. I’m barefoot, but I get out and runntowards the Jeep and he see’s me and runs off into the desert.
Me: C’mon! Where you gonna go? Stop running.
And he was like, yeah, that is just silly. I have zero desert terrain experience. Gave up very quickly. Nothing the active could do, just wait there at his Jeep until the guys showed up with gas and he could break the bad news. We drove the kid back to Tucson, and his pledge class had to, as a UNIT, mind you, all of them, drive all the way back, 4 hours, get the guy we captured, then drive 4 more hours, back to Mexico, to complete walk out. It is maybe, the very best story I have about my days in a fraternity. It took effort, and a little luck, but we pulled it off. We didn’t quit, and the tradition lived on ... until we got kicked off campus for violating double secret probation.
Well.. have you ever seen her again after that nighr @cryptoninja1? I think that the ghosts or spirits still around you till these day right?
I have never seen her again. And, from what I have read, I am lucky I never saw her face.
why? don't you think it would be fun to listen to her story directly? it wasn't la larona but a devil who resembling her, because the bad energy remains there forever
Some people, like myself, see things others do not. Others might say I am crazy, I see things that are real, just most people don’t notice. I’m not crazy, I’m just hyper-observant. When I said the USA was going to war with Iraq, after 9/11 ... I fully fucking understood that Iraq had nothing to do with 9/11.
Right? You follow? And I did predict the Iraq war. Iraq 2, after 9/11 and it happened. I entered a stock trading competition in 2001, I bought Haliburton, and that’s it. Just hodled. Crushed everyone. It’s not really that hard, to see through the lies that the GOP feeds it’s base in America... and ya know, at what point is it war? Right, members, be them rogue individuals, whatever, encouraged by the rhetoric are ready for this “race war”.
Ok. Let’s rock. I am 100 percent serious, all of the nationalists and Nazis and gay bashers and evil motherfuckers ...let’s go. If it comes down to things like, I don’t own a gun ... well that can change. White motherfuckers with my last name have been here almost 400 years and we fought in the civil war already, for the union. We fought the Nazis un WW2. Both my grandfathers were WW2 vets. Hey America, we may not be perfect ... but we kill the shit outta Nazis.
Idon’t own a gun, but I will sign up to kill some Nazi’s right now. It’s in my blood.
I'm following and I know you're an Indigo though.. I don't know.. somehow I just can read people situation just by looking at their face or read their story. so.. it's okay @cryptoninja1.. I don't mind to talk with people who others considered as crazy anyway.. LOL.
you know.. as a muslim we're told to believe in devil's or satan or any other 4th dimension or more.. so don't worry that I might misunderstood you (just to let you know that english is not my native language) so.. you see something beyond but not really long from the first time you got the vision?
first.. I'd like to have fun with you.. this is halloween night.. do you think that many spirits and ghosts really around only on october 31st like people said? can you see them or talk to them directly?
Nice stories for Halloween.
But I must admit I didn't fully understand the first one. Specifically, what do you mean by pledge? I know the word but I'm not getting what it refers to, in this context.
"Finding a Pledge"; "A Pledge on a Jeep" ?
Huh? I'm confused...
I've found you because @stever82 featured you in his entry for the Pay It Forward Contest
A pledge is a person trying to join a Frat house. Most of the time it is a Freshman in college might be someone a bit older also.
Ah, no wonder I didn't get it. That has nothing to do with the meaning I know of the word. Now I understand the story completely.
Thanks for the clarification, @stever82.
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