Well now's the time, it's Halloween, and I'm watching The Ring. The first one happened to my grandfather, my Opa, when he was young and before he had his own farm in Bavaria. He was basically a day laborer, an apprentice to my Oma's extended family farm. This would have been like 1925? In Germany there is a drink called a Radler, which is basically beer cut with limonade. Similar to a Shandy. It's called that because it also means a bicycle rider; you don't want to fall off in the dark Bavarian night because you've had too much beer. At the end of the working day, many of the young men would stop off at the local Gasthaus and have a Radler before peddling home on their bicycles. One evening, my Opa was peddling home between towns and noticed a figure slumped over a cross by the side of the road, similar to those you see throughout Europe, that commemorate lives lost. He slowed and then stopped, and called out to the figure to rouse himself. Hey, you've had too much to drink, you'd better get up and get yourself home. There was no response, so he called out louder. You will be very sorry tomorrow, get up! Still nothing. Annoyed now, I imagine, my Opa was a very pragmatic and no nonsense kind of person, he dismounted his bicycle and approached the figure. He walked up to him, still imploring him to get up and get home, reached out to help him up and... There was nothing there. Next!
No? Bavaria is in Germany, not France. You got any spooky stories to share with the group other than your unfortunate palladium purchase? So, I'll finish Annabelle: Creation and then share a story involving my mother...
Oh whoops @tzrider I realize I mixed you up with someone else. Apologies. Similar tone in your posts. Anyway, about 60+ years ago my mother came home to visit her family after finishing her education and securing a job in Munich. She got together with her pals, as one does when they have been away for awhile. One friend, a guy, in friend zone, asked her to accompany him on a trip to the next town over on an errand. This next town over was/is the main town in the area; it is the market town and all the satellite towns pretty much have a straight road into it, lined with birch trees, fields to the left and right and nothing else. She didn't really want to go, but he pestered her, got quite insistent, and she relented. It was a tense journey. After they returned, she asked him why he was so insistent that she accompany him, and he told her that he was frightened to make the trip alone. On two previous occasions, at a particular spot on the way to the next town on that long road flanked by birch trees, a woman had materialized in the passenger seat in his car. She was laughing uproriously, wasn't menacing, but when he was naturally startled and tried to swipe her away, he put his hand right through her... My mother told her mother about this occurrence. My Oma called the priest, who recalled that a woman had passed there on the road some years ago, blessed the car, blessed the stretch of the road, and that was that...
I have a friend who owns an old funeral home that supposedly is haunted. Personally I think it is hallucinations from the cat piss smell that was so horrible. Went one night (promised to not make fun of them) while 'investigators' were there. Mention the wiji board that was there and they would flip out, none of the 'sensitives' would even touch the Mattel game. Oh and we used to have a customer that came in the parts store that claimed the After Dark bar had haints. His evidence was how they found left over items of clothing the next day. Don't believe in that nonsense, does it show
1996. Newly-graduated from nursing school. Working in the CCU (critical care unit). One of my colleagues asked me if I'd go do post-mortem care on a patient. Usually when you see a newly-expired person, they usually have a rather peaceful look on their face. This guy was probably in his 80's, white, and his face had this look of total terror on it, and was frozen that way. Don't know what he saw as his time ran out, but it obviously scared the shit out of him. I can still vividly remember that from 25 years ago.
Apologies for the threadjack. Your story made me recall this one with also German GPs. Actively participating to my wedding ceremony would indeed be a a bone chilling horror. I'd rather have my toes drilled out..... Any protocol ceremony is circumvented when ever possible(!)
I saw my grandmother shortly after she died and she had the same look on her face. It was pretty disturbing and I wondered afterward why the hospital people hadn't made her more presentable.
I have a couple of decent first-person stories but Halloween is over so they'll have to wait until next year I guess.
My father was having heart valve replacement surgery in April of 1998. I was sitting in the waiting room with my mother and trying to keep my mind occupied. I was overcome with a sense of dread that made me a little nauseous followed immediately by a warm peaceful feeling. I looked at my watch and noted the time. 2:14 pm. 30 minutes later the surgeon came out and told my mom and I that my father had passed away due to complications. Later that day my mother, who at that time was a RN, asked to see the notations in regards to the surgery. My fathers time of death was documented to have occurred at 2:14 PM I know it is not spooky but I find it very strange.
Before he died it was so bad that he had a tarp he would put on his bed so the cat's would not use it. Add in the boxes of porn stacked to the ceiling and cat scratches on the wall up high. When I first saw the scratches the boxes had been moved (some) and all I could picture is the cheasy kung fu movies with people flying around on wires but cats. There was a LOT of bizarre about the place as the ex-resident was a known perv also. Lots of stories and none of them are good. He was not a good person in any way.
