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Old 11-06-2016, 07:55 PM   #931
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Bangingears, it's good to have you reporting back, good reads!

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Banginggears stories put me in mind of a odd night I had while a student at Kutztown University. Fall of 2004 I was dating a girl who lived on main street just off campus. The house ALWAYS had a creepy feeling. a few time the girls that lived there called me to come over because they were 150% positive there was somebody in the house. You could climb a fire escape up to the top floor and they would let me me in and I would sweep down through the house to clear it for them, even posting a roommate outside to make sure nobody came out as I work my way down. Now on to the creepiest night I have ever had.
The gf and I were the only two people in the house. We were on the 3rd floor where they all had computers and tv/dvd. She muted the tv and said somebody is down stairs. Typically manly BF I grabbed the Louisville Slugger and swept the 2nd floor room by room. Then the down to the front foyer and double checked the deadbolt, back up and down to the back door also dead bolted. Nothing.
Movie over went back down to second floor and bed. I HAD NO ALCOHOL this night and have never touched drugs. There was a hall way on the other side of the wall he bed was on that went from the 2nd floor landing back to the kitchen. Went to sleep around 11. At midnight she wakes me up "somebody just stomped down the hallway to the kitchen!?!?!" Get dressed, 2nd sweep of the house, nothing. Bed again. 12:45-1ish "WAKE UP!! Somebody just walked from the kitchen to the landing (opposite direction of previous steps) get dressed third sweep...nothing. 1:30 I WAKE up to a knocking on the wall followed by steps down the hall way. Get dressed, 2 full sweeps of that house. All the times I went through the house my gf stood on the second floor landing, nothing could move in that house without being seen from that spot. She was shaken up. Comfort her and back to bed. 3:00 am. I was unable to sleep after the double sweep and wide awake, she was asleep. Heard footsteps into the kitchen and then back, twice. Wake her up and as I am whispering what I heard, steps into the kitchen and back again. We get dressed and walk back to my on campus apartment. This was all on a Friday night. She didn't stay at her place again till Monday night when her housemates were back.
To this day I still get goose bumps. If anybody here went to Kutztown, PM me and let me know if you had experiences like this in the old buildings in that town.
BangingGears, thank you for sharing your experinces. Lets me know I wasn't bat crap crazy that night.

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Old 04-28-2017, 12:46 PM   #933
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This event happened on April 23, 2017 as we were passing through Afton Canyon. A group of us were almost at the end of our run of the Mojave Road which had begun near Laughlin NV and would end almost to Barstow CA. One of the sights we wanted to see along the way is the buried boxcars in Afton Canyon. Back in 1939 there was a train derailment and rather than removing the derailed boxcars, the decision was to leave them and bury them in the sand.

We were looking for these buried boxcars as we passed through the canyon but could not find them. I had previously traveled the Mojave Road back in 2012 and had printed our photos of that trip on 8 ˝” x 11” paper with eight photos per sheet and had a stack of just under a dozen sheets of paper. Knowing that sand shifts and plants come and go, I had photographed the boxcar with landmarks in the background. My intent was to now use the landmarks of this picture to again locate the boxcar(s). Since we could not find the buried boxcars I dug out our photos of our previous trip. I radioed the others in our group that I would walk up and down the wash using my previous photo as a guide and if I did not find the boxcars we would move on.

I had all the sheets of photographs in my hand as I opened my door. My wife also opened her door at the same time and what had been a mild breeze in the canyon was suddenly a strong wind. A gust entered the driver side door and as it passed through our Rubicon, scattered my stack of pictures all over the cab. We were able to close the doors in time to have only one sheet of paper find it’s way to freedom. The wind was now carrying the single sheet of paper rapidly up the wash as my wife and I quickly collected the remaining scattered papers from inside the Jeep. One quick thinking girl in our group began to chase after the windblown paper but realized that she was not able to keep up with it so she jumped into her Jeep and raced up the wash to retrieve the paper. By now the paper had blown against, and had become attached to, a Juniper bush. Everyone in our group rushed up the wash and had just caught up to her as she was making her way to the bush. As she removed the paper from the bush and reached out to hand it to me, I noticed that this single piece of paper (the ONLY sheet of paper that had been separated by the gust of wind from the other papers) and had been blown by the wind up the wash, was the ONLY sheet that contained a photograph of the buried boxcar. I also discovered that at the base of the bush where the paper had stopped was a corner of one of the buried boxcars that we had been looking for.

This single piece of paper had been separated from the others by a momentary gust of wind; it was the only one that blew out the door to be carried by the wind to lead us directly to the buried boxcar.

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This event happened on April 23, 2017 as we were passing through Afton Canyon. A group of us were almost at the end of our run of the Mojave Road which had begun near Laughlin NV and would end almost to Barstow CA. One of the sights we wanted to see along the way is the buried boxcars in Afton Canyon. Back in 1939 there was a train derailment and rather than removing the derailed boxcars, the decision was to leave them and bury them in the sand.

We were looking for these buried boxcars as we passed through the canyon but could not find them. I had previously traveled the Mojave Road back in 2012 and had printed our photos of that trip on 8 ˝” x 11” paper with eight photos per sheet and had a stack of just under a dozen sheets of paper. Knowing that sand shifts and plants come and go, I had photographed the boxcar with landmarks in the background. My intent was to now use the landmarks of this picture to again locate the boxcar(s). Since we could not find the buried boxcars I dug out our photos of our previous trip. I radioed the others in our group that I would walk up and down the wash using my previous photo as a guide and if I did not find the boxcars we would move on.

I had all the sheets of photographs in my hand as I opened my door. My wife also opened her door at the same time and what had been a mild breeze in the canyon was suddenly a strong wind. A gust entered the driver side door and as it passed through our Rubicon, scattered my stack of pictures all over the cab. We were able to close the doors in time to have only one sheet of paper find it’s way to freedom. The wind was now carrying the single sheet of paper rapidly up the wash as my wife and I quickly collected the remaining scattered papers from inside the Jeep. One quick thinking girl in our group began to chase after the windblown paper but realized that she was not able to keep up with it so she jumped into her Jeep and raced up the wash to retrieve the paper. By now the paper had blown against, and had become attached to, a Juniper bush. Everyone in our group rushed up the wash and had just caught up to her as she was making her way to the bush. As she removed the paper from the bush and reached out to hand it to me, I noticed that this single piece of paper (the ONLY sheet of paper that had been separated by the gust of wind from the other papers) and had been blown by the wind up the wash, was the ONLY sheet that contained a photograph of the buried boxcar. I also discovered that at the base of the bush where the paper had stopped was a corner of one of the buried boxcars that we had been looking for.

This single piece of paper had been separated from the others by a momentary gust of wind; it was the only one that blew out the door to be carried by the wind to led us directly to the buried boxcar.

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Been there numerous times. I thought you were going to write about the man in black.
On two occasions a group of us had been at Afton after riding over from Razor Rd. On both of these occasions my buddy and I had seen a figure dressed in black wearing a cowboy hat, standing on a small rise. The first time we paid no attention thinking it was a hiker. He was too far off to see any details. But when we saw him the second time months later, dressed the same in the same spot, it was rather eerie. Come to find out that In the area where we had seen him are the graves of three bad guys from I think the 1860s. You can't get to them I'm told but they're well known.


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Haven't read the complete thread yet, but one day my GF (Now wife of 23 years) and I were out riding trails, had my oldest child with us, a friend, his wife and their oldest following along in their truck. Had to take a leak,(strangely, I've found a lot of odd things because I had to take a leak) so signaled and pulled off, then walked into the woods a bit to relieve myself and stumbled over a tombstone. Said 'Hey look at this!' and everyone walked over to see. After walking around and (never taking the leak I so desperately needed!) we found 14 head stones, and one that really freaked my friend and his wife out was one that had his 1st name, his wife's 1st name, their last name and the name of their oldest son on it (the one riding along) as having died in an accident EXACTLY to the day 100 years before we found those tombstones. Odd thing was that while the birth dates weren't perfect matches, they were close enough that they would all be the same age.
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Old 04-30-2017, 07:55 PM   #937
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Along the same lines, there is a pet cemetery of sorts near Anderson Dry Lake in Johnson Valley. One of the dogs tombstones has my friends daughters first name which is not that common. Skyla. He stumbled on it accidentally and it freaked him out.


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Haven't read the complete thread yet, but one day my GF (Now wife of 23 years) and I were out riding trails, had my oldest child with us, a friend, his wife and their oldest following along in their truck. Had to take a leak,(strangely, I've found a lot of odd things because I had to take a leak) so signaled and pulled off, then walked into the woods a bit to relieve myself and stumbled over a tombstone. Said 'Hey look at this!' and everyone walked over to see. After walking around and (never taking the leak I so desperately needed!) we found 14 head stones, and one that really freaked my friend and his wife out was one that had his 1st name, his wife's 1st name, their last name and the name of their oldest son on it (the one riding along) as having died in an accident EXACTLY to the day 100 years before we found those tombstones. Odd thing was that while the birth dates weren't perfect matches, they were close enough that they would all be the same age.
That is extremely creepy. I hope it is nothing more than a strange coincidence.
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Well, I guess this isn't really trail related, but it was more or less in the middle of the countryside with a one lane dirt track road.

Last year around the start of spring, my wife and I were looking for a property to buy and renovate since we had decided to sell the place we were living as it was a bit too small. Nice place, built in about 1740, but had it totally restored.

After looking and looking we got a call from a woman my wife knew who said that while she didnt know all the details, there was a large old property for sale in the area we were looking at in our price range. She had heard it 3rd hand, so know much about it. Anyhow, we got the details from for the real estate guy and we out to have a look.
The place was exactly what we were looking for. It was very old even by the standard of our area of Germany. The original building was from the 1400's. It was a half timbered tutor style house. (fachwerkhaus as we call it.)
Anyhow, it was clear it needed a lot of the beams replaced and more or less a total gut job. We could see however that there seemed to have been several aborted attempts as a renovation.
Ran out of money? Who knows, we thought.
The guy gave us the key and said to go on in and have a look and he needed to double check something at the other end of the property. Okay...strange, but whatever.
We look around, but we have more or less decided to buy it.
We ask the guy if we can have our builder come and have a look as well..Sure, no problem he says.
I told him I had a couple of questions about a couple of areas inside the house and if we could be have a look together. The guy starts acting really strange and makes some excuses that he really needs to urgently leave.
Ok... At this point, we were wondering if something structural is wrong with the house and he wants to hide it.
No worries, out builder is good and should find it.
So, the next weekend we head over.
We check out the attic and it seems more or less ok. Standard fair. Huge, thick beams spanning the house. Creaking wooden floor. Looks like it may actually be an oak floor. Slight musty smell, but not so bad we think the roof has been leaking a lot.
Suddenly, I became convinced there was a bee on me and getting a bit freaked out since I am extremely allergic. My wife laughs and said she was convinced she had a spider on her. She is not allergic, but "deathly" afraid.
Our worker doesn't make any comments at all. Not even the condition of the house.
Now, the house has two basements. One original to the old house and another one at the other end of the house which was build as the house was extended in the 1800's. Until this point, I had not seen either. Though, I have been in loads of old basements.
My wife and I go to the "new" basement and our builder says he will check the old one since that is where he suspects an issue with the foundation.
As basements go, it seems normal for this period. Damp, stone walls. You can smell the age of the place emanating from the lime mortar and dirt floor.
Well, right away I do not like being in that basement, but I do not want to look like a sissy. I casually mention that it is kind of creepy. My wife shows me her arm and it is covered in gooseflesh.
Without a word, we turn around and go back up. I should point out, we didnt even make it all the way down the stairs. We walk back to the main entrance area of the house.
About that time, our builder comes more or less running down the hall, right past us and out the door. WTF?
We go after him. He is back at our car and totally white faced. We keep asking, J, what is it, what's wrong?? He wont say. He only keeps saying, he sorry, but he cannot work on this house for us and he will not come back here. Then saying things in Polish, which we do not understand.
At that point, we decide there is no way we are going to buy this place.
The real-estate guy was this whole time waiting in his car. I went to up to his car and knocked on the window. I tell him, sorry, but we think we are going to pass. He just nods his head. I hand him the keys and he asks if I locked it. Sorry no, I didnt.
He wont take the keys from me. He asks, sorry, but can you please go lock it? Ahh.. Got it. This dude is also not will to set foot near the house. I lock it up. Lucky it was day, so no lights or anything to turn off. Still, I felt the menace. We had not felt it when we first got there, but now it was tangible. It is hard to describe it, but you just have the feeling that you "know" for sure that something is there and wants to harm you.
I locked the door and went back to the car. It's funny, but even at the cars, you just have the feeling you are being watched.

Anyhow... We did some digging on that place after that. It turned out that the house changes hands many times over the years. We cannot get the exact details, but from what we can tell, no less than 4 owners have committed "suicide" in the house. The last 3 while doing some kind of renovation work. All of the suicides took place in the old basement. I am sure glad we didnt go in there.
Our builder, who as done two other placed for us still won't tell us what he saw. He will only say that he was never so scared in his life and he still sometimes wakes up at night remembering.

The place is still for sale too. We have seen it go off the market with sales pending only to go back on the market a month later. Funny thing, they do not even lower the price. The recent listing was a mockup of the house renovated for a much higher price. I think I will skip that one.
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This is a great thread! I have a story to add:
The Anza Borrego Desert is California’s largest state park at over 600,000 acres. It’s also one of the few parks that allows camping along any of the 500 miles of remote dirt roads. You can truly get away from everyone out there. The solitude you can experience in the desert wilderness is awesome, but can also be kind of creepy. There are plenty of stories about explorers, prospectors, etc., who got lost searching for gold and other treasures, never to be heard from again. You can read all about the Lost Ship of the Desert, or various ghost sightings, including the Phantom Stage of Carrizo, and the Ghost Lights of Borrego on DesertUSA.
My friends and I have driven our Jeeps to Anza Borrego each spring for over 20 years. One evening a number of years ago, we bounced along in our YJs several miles down a dry wash as it snaked in and out of the badlands, until we found a secluded spot to set up camp. We enjoyed a great dinner and then settled around the campfire with some cold beers. One of the guys in our group wandered off to “water a shrub”. When he was out of earshot, the rest of us decided it would be funny to place a plastic snake by his chair and hide so we could startle him when he returned and discovered the snake (we were dumb college kids at the time – easily entertained). We all waited quietly in our hiding spots not far from camp for our friend to return - the music was playing on our little boom box, and the campfire was dancing about in a slight breeze. Finally we see a silhouette approaching the campfire from the same direction our friend had gone. As the figure got closer to the fire, it was clear that this was NOT our friend walking towards our camp. It was a tall, gaunt, older man wearing dark torn up, loose-fitting clothes and dark boots. Because it was so dark out, you couldn’t quite see his face. He was looking straight ahead, and walked right next to our fire, between our Jeeps, and then past our tents and out of sight. He didn’t say anything, didn’t pause or look around – just kept his deliberate pace and vanished into the darkness. No flashlight. Nothing. Mind you, we were out in the middle of nowhere!
Our friend returned and jumped when he saw the snake. We were like, “Forget the snake, did you see that guy walk through our camp?!?” He said no – and after the plastic snake joke, he didn’t believe our story. Of course there were no footprints where the man had walked, and none of us were willing to venture past the tents to look. Needless to say, our friend was the only one who got any sleep that night. We’ve camped in that desert many times since then, and (knock on wood) we’ve never seen anything like that again, but we won’t camp anywhere near that specific area anymore.
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go watch Hills Have Eyes and The Descent... then go to the mud caves.

That can be spooky crawling in the depths of the earth.
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Not on a trail but on a back road. Was about 20 years ago. My dad and I were on our way back from camping. There was a severe thunderstorm happening and on our way down the mountain, we both see this old van cross the road in front of us, one of those camper type vans. My dad slams on the brakes and when we come to a stop, its all woods. Not a road, path, or anything can be found. There weren't any lights, no sign of a crash. Nothing. It just vanished. My dad and I still bring that day up. So bizarre.
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Not scary, just odd;

It has been my practice to wheel into a campsite a couple of days early (quieter and you get to see some wildlife) to make sure we get the best campsites.
For may years we have camped in the "Gulches" near Divide Colorado. It has some decent wheeling and was once a very popular area (before the Hayman fire and some road closures).
Historically there were a lot of gold claims along the rivers and if you look you can still find some indications of gold mining.

One time, after wheeling through Hackett gulch to the confluence of the South Platte and Tarryall Creek, I was enjoying some shade an a cool drink, In the middle of the day, after setting up camp.
...I could hear the sound of someone digging (it doesn't take much experience to know the sound of a #2 sand shovel in sand and gravel)...
Wondering who was around, because normally the valley is deserted that early in the day on a weekday, I got up and wandered around the area between the 2 rivers some times hearing the digging some times not; no one there.
I fired up the Jeep and crossed the Tarryall to see if someone is was up or downstream on the other side...I was alone.

We have camped all over that valley, over the years, at all times of the year, and I have never heard the digging sound again.
I have wondered, though, if some miner is still working his placer claim in the afterlife...

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Does finding a naked guy lost in the mountains qualify as weird or creepy?

It was a sunny, albeit not too warm Sunday morning in August. We had come up to the mountain town of Idylwild to relax and celebrate my 40th birthday. Our Jeep, a green 1998 Wrangler was naked, (stripped of top and doors) and we were enjoying the sun and the view. With my wife at my side, I pulled onto highway xx and headed north. We were heading out to find an Off Highway Vehicle. At least that’s how the road was marked on the map we got from the ranger station.

Although Idylwild is in the mountains, it is just above the California high desert and Palm Springs is only xx miles away. The days can get hot and the nights can get cold so you should always be prepared with warm clothing and plenty of water. I always carry a change of clothes, jeans, t-shirt, socks and tennis shoes, in my saddlebags when I go off-road. Of course we have the obligatory cell phone, but service in the mountains is iffy at best. Although I don’t have everything I want, I have enough supplies and equipment to feel safe to off-road this close to civilization.
Somewhere between 3 and 5 miles into the trail we finally found a something interesting. There in the middle of the trail, facing up the hill toward us was a small blue car. Its wheel looked to be stuck in one of the larger ruts and there wasn’t anyone behind the wheel. As we got closer we could see that the left front tire had come right off the rim, probably because whoever was driving had hit that rut a little too fast. We stopped the Jeep and looked around for signs of life thinking there could be somebody looking for help nearby. Finding no signs we decided to continue on this “trail” looking for more adventures.
A bit further on the trail we find a small trail that leads to the left towards the some trees and what might be a stream bed. Curious, we turn and drive towards the trees. There are remnants of a campfire that is now covered with beer cans. The aluminum cans shine brightly in the early sun telling us there was some action here last night. We have found the local kids party zone. There’s enough room in the clearing beneath the trees to swing the Jeep around in a complete circle and head back to the main trail.

Resuming our trek on this modest trail, we gaze about at the scrub brush looking for signs of life or anything interesting. There are a variety of hardy plants along the trail. The landscape slowly changes as we descend toward the desert floor below. The turns and descents are modest and easy to navigate. Most don’t require the clearance or traction of an off road vehicle.

We’re only back on the trail for a couple of minutes when we start to hear a voice in the distance. It’s hard to be sure what we’re hearing, or where it’s coming from, over the noise of the Jeep. Jeanne and I look at each other with a “Did you hear that?” expression on our faces. We’re a bit curious and start to look around more intently to find the source of the sounds. The further we drive on the trail, the clearer the voice becomes. Someone is crying for help! We can’t see much off to the either side of the road because of the sloped terrain so we continue slowly down the trail.

As we round a corner and come into a straight stretch of the road, we finally see the source of the cries for help. It’s a young man, in his late teens or early twenties. He laying completely naked in the road, covered with cuts and scrapes and dirt. He’s holding an empty water bottle in one hand. I stopped the Jeep immediately. He cries out again for help. “Please sir, help.” “I’m lost and thirsty.” And he starts to cry and starts to stand up. I tell him to sit down and stay right where he is.

So there we are… We’re at least 3 miles from the highway, confronted by a naked young man looking desperately in need of help. Maybe I am a bit cautious, but I wasn’t about to run up and extend a hand to this guy. I am not the biggest, strongest man I know and I have my wife’s safety to consider. He’s still sitting in the road about 30 feet ahead of us and begging for water and a ride out. I always carry a change of clothes so I ask Jeanne to get my spare blue jeans out of the saddle bag on her side. We drive a little closer, stop, and I toss my spare jeans over the windshield to the naked youth.

Now we’re a little bit closer. The scrapes and dirt on his chest, arms and face are more evident. He’s crying in gratitude and telling us that he’s been lost out here for 3 days with no for or water. We drive up next to him and hand him the new water bottle we had just purchases and tell him to drink slowly. Our nervousness is wearing off. The young man is obviously harmless in his current state. I asked Jeanne to get him an apple to eat. I’m worried that he’s drinking too much, too quick. I know we have to give him a ride out, but I don’t want him to throw up along the way.

He calmed down a bit after eating the apple. He was still obviously weak, but starting to make a bit more sense. He told us that some friends must have left him out here 3 days ago. He was annoyingly polite – always calling me ‘sir’. He told us he saw some guys fly by on ‘Quads’, but they didn’t stop to help. He told us where he lived, but that nobody was home. The family was out camping and didn’t have a phone with them. We’d sat there long enough. Jeanne hopped out and pulled the seat up and I told him to get in the back of the Jeep. Again we could see how weak he was as he struggled to climb up into the Jeep and into the backseat.

With our passenger belted into the backseat, I backed up and turned the Jeep around and started back up the trail. On the way our new friend reveals a little more about his last memories of the evening with some friends. Apparently he was out drinking that night. He doesn’t remember after that… I don’t like giving advice to strangers, or friends for that matter, but I suggest to our passenger that he pick some new friends and learn to drink in moderation. As we round a bend and come upon the car stuck in the rut, a look of recognition comes across the face of our young friend. When I ask him if he recognizes the car, he replies ‘That’s my car’. It was like seeing a guy get kicked when he’s already down. His expression was one of disbelief and confusion. He seemed to be asking ‘How could this happen to me?’

The rest of the ride passed quietly as we drove along the sandy trail back to the highway. Once back on the highway, I knew where the nearest fire station was and headed straight for it. When we arrived at the station the doors were all closed and there didn’t look to be anybody around. We walked around to the side door and rang the bell. The door was answered by a large fireman who was not overly friendly. I told the fireman I found this poor lad lost in the desert. The fireman is unmoved. He doesn’t open the screen door, or utter a word. As if he’s still waiting for a reason for us to have interrupted his supper. When I mention he’s been lost for 3 days and is dehydrated and hungry, the screen door finally swings open. I bid a simple ‘thanks’ to the fireman and ‘good luck’ to the young man and head back to my wife and my Jeep.
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My wife and I used to go with friends all the time to weird, creepy, supposedly haunted places and I have a handful of stories.
This one story comes to mind:
There were 5 of us, we drove out to some supposedly haunted cemetery that was in a small town late at night.
So as we're walking around we actual did start hearing strange noises that creeped us out, I can't remember now what type of noises they were.
So we're all pretty creeped out so we naturally start huddling in closer to each other haha
One of us realized we were standing on a mound of FRESH dirt so we all instantly scatter as obviously someone was JUST buried there and we look down at the tombstone and literally all it read was "VOORHEES"
That was definitely one of our many creepy adventures
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A few years back my wife and I bought an old acreage. The night we moved in, the daughter of the lady we bought it from stopped by, and was crying, as she wanted to see the house one last time. As she left, she told us: “ If there are any ghosts in the house, don’t worry. They are friendly.”

A week later, the water main pipe broke behind the shut off valve at the wall and flooded the basement, taking out the furnace, our washer/dryer, and much of the other items we stored down there for unpacking later. It was odd where it broke.

The house had a snake problem, and we all got good at killing them. It also would get covered in flies regularly. Even the ground outside would buzz with flies.

I always felt a tinge of fear walking around that house late at night, in the dark.

We thought nothing of all of these things, but a few months later, my wife woke me up screaming like she was being attacked. She told me that a she woke up and a black figure, shaped like man was bent over and looking directly into her face. I figured it was a bad dream and we went back to sleep.

This happened a couple times as the weeks went on.

My son came out of his room one morning and said his clothes had been changed during the night, but he never woke up to do it. His PJ’s were folded neatly on the end of his bed, something he would never have done.

All 3 of my sons reported seeing the black figure upstairs, which they referred to as the Dude. I suspect they all talked to each other and didn’t want to be left out of the story, but my oldest son definitely experienced him.

I’m a religious man and never believed this stuff, but I asked another friend who is nearly as good as Jesus himself and he told me the barn he had on his home farm was haunted when he was a kid, and he too experienced some things in that barn. The old farmer I worked for told me that the spirit was just trying to decide if it liked us or not, and once it decided all would be fine.

The spirit left us alone after about a year. It took us an additional year to sell the place.

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Not in Jeeps, and not really a trail, but pretty creepy. I'm glad we didn't camp here at night and wake up to this.


I could never find this place again if I tried, but it's in northern-central Nevada, south of Hwy 50 a ways.
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My daughter and I where on Drummond Island. We were on a trail right next to the lake, then it turned back into the woods. Then, about 20' off the trail, was an old cabin. The first thing we thought of was the movie, Wrong Turn. It was kind of creepy.
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I know these aren't exactly Jeep related stories but I will share them none the less. The first is around 1990 – 1991 while I was still in High School and the second around 1995 so it has been awhile.

I was riding my dirt bike one day with some friends and as we were blasting through these trails I see this guy walking down the path in front of me. We were in a wooded area and not near anything. Miles from any roads. The closest thing was a couple cranberry bogs a few miles away so this was really odd. He was walking away from me as I was coming up to him so I could only see him from the back. Blue jeans, red long sleeve shirt with the arms pulled up to his elbows, work boots, black baseball cap and black gloves. I was going to stop and ask the guy if he needed some help. He could have broken down on the trail or something I thought but as I got closer I noticed the gloves and thought to myself that this was odd being that it was summer and probably 90 degrees out. I stopped way short of him and yelled out to see if he needed any help. When he turned around he had a black or blue ski mask on and he started immediately running full speed in my direction! HOLY S#!T! Me and my friends made a quick escape the other way. We rode out to the nearest street and up to a person’s house where we called the cops. About 5 or 6 cops and firemen (small town) searched the area and woods but never found anyone. I still to this day, wake up in the morning and one of those thoughts that keeps me from being able to fall back to sleep is the visions of that guy just turning and running towards us! Even though he didn't catch me in reality It was really hard to shake the thought of what would of happened if he did?


The second story.. I swear this is true!

I used to hang out with my cousin Dave all the time when I was just out of school. He was a fabricator and mechanic and had a huge late 80s Taco on 44s, an 80s Jeep CJ-7 that he put a V8, a lift and fiberglass body on and a 66 Chevelle that could pick the front end up. There was always something mechanical going on in his garage and it was always a lot of fun hanging around with him. He was looking to buy a new house. Something that may not be in the best shape but wanted a few acres of land he could fix up and put a large garage on. He asked me one day if I could hang with the kids for a couple hours so him and his wife could go look at a couple houses. When he got back he told me about this house that scared the crap out of him. It was an old 1800s farmhouse in Hanson, MA on a side street that cut between two busy routes. I had driven by the house hundreds of times in my life but never really paid any attention to it. His description he gave me of the house peaked my curiosity. I was going!
Me and my girlfriend hopped in my Jeep and we took a ride to the house. He was right.. it was creepy. It was an old white 2 story farmhouse. Paint peeling, some windows boarded up, creaky old stairs and farmer porch you thought you might fall through. When you entered the house you entered through an old kitchen. It had god awful old peeling wallpaper, a stone floor and a huge stone fireplace with a bread oven built in. It had an old cast iron wood fired oven like you see in old pictures, gas lamps hanging on the wall and of course my favorite feature of all... A huge red pentagram painted on the floor with all sorts of burned out candles and old glass jars filled with different things placed at the points. This, along with the red painted symbols all over the walls, forced CREEPY into overdrive! The jars were the old spring latch type canning jars and each one contained different things in them. I didn't touch any of them but remember the contents. One had feathers in it, one had dirt, another water and I think one had chicken bones or something similar inside. But my favorite was the 5th jar... It was full of hairless Barbie heads! That was odd, very odd!
What was even more unusual to me is that nothing in the house was broken. It was old and dirty but not vandalized? I thought that was a really unusual. The windows were intact, the furniture that was still there wasn't broken, nothing seemed physically out of place. What else was odd, is the second we stepped out of the kitchen through the narrow doorway into the living room all signs of the devil worshiping was gone. Nothing anywhere! No red paint... No candles... Nothing! At this point I would have left but to be honest I was doing my best to not appear as scared as I actually was. I was young and didn't want my girlfriend to think I was a chicken. Today I would have ran as soon as I saw the kitchen floor. I remember her saying to me that she felt like people were watching her the second we pulled in the driveway and she didn't feel any better now about things. I kind of laughed at her and pushed on but I should have taken the opportunity she gave me to split. I didn't...
The only way out of the living room was a staircase going up to the second floor. I want to mention this right now. It was like 2:30 in the afternoon on a very sunny day so it wasn't exactly dark in the house or my bravery at this point would have been back in the Jeep waiting for my body to catch up. As I walked up, each step groaned with a thousand stories of its past life. At the top of the stairs was a long narrow hallway with bed rooms off to the left and right. At the end of the hallway was another doorway that I suspect went to the attic but I never opened it. As I walked down the hallway I opened each door and stepped into the room to just look around. There was some water damage and more old furniture. Same peeling wallpaper and paint chips on the wood floors but nothing else. The closets were small and completely bare except one old pair of 80s Air Jordans. I remember them like I seen them yesterday as the house looked to have been empty way too long to have something that recent in it. My girlfriend opened the doorway across the hall. After seeing the window painted black so no light would shine through she decided it was time to go and started heading for the stairs. This is when it happened...
She had just cleared the doorway and turned right to head for the stairs when all of a sudden something hit the floor under my feet so hard that it hurt.... and it did it twice about 5 seconds apart! The only way I can describe the pain is if you were chopping wood and missed the ax head and hit the handle. The painful vibration that goes through your hands is what my feet felt like at that moment. The floor shook... and it was so loud.
I ran out of the room and raced for the stairs but the thought hit me that someone must be in the living room under us so we both stopped. I was scared.. full on horror movie, holy crap, we are going to die scared! My girlfriend was crying and I didn't blame her. I started yelling down the stairs that we were we were sorry for trespassing but just checking out the house for a friend who was interested. Nothing came back in return... I yelled again... Nothing. No footsteps, no voices, no more banging.. So I started to head down. Those groans the stairs made echoed through the house. I didn't want anyone to know where we were and this was certainly giving me up. I kept waiting for someone to walk into view but no one did. I whispered to my girlfriend to stay behind me and be ready to run as soon as we hit the living room but as we reached the bottom step I could see there was no one there. I remember slowly walking to the kitchen and looking at the old wooden floors for footprints in the dust that didn't belong to us and I didn't see any. Just ours...? We made it through the narrow doorway back into the kitchen. At this point seeing no one was between us and our escape we just ran out of the house. We jumped in my Jeep and just sat there one minute idling waiting for anything to make sense of what just happened... but nothing?
We drove back to my cousins house and told him what happened. I'm not sure he believed me but did say as soon as they saw the pentagram in the kitchen they got the heck out of there. He knew he wasn't interested and didn't care to see the rest.
For the longest time I wouldn't even drive down that street anymore. It scared the crap out of me but the story didn't end there. I was at my doctors office one day probably 12 years later. I heard a couple talking about a creepy house that someone they new purchased. I couldn't help but tell them a little about my experience and as it turned out we were telling stories about the same house! They asked if they could get my number and pass it along to their friend and I was happy to do so. About a month passes and I almost completely forgot about meeting the couple at the doctor office when I get a message on my voicemail. The guys name was Jeff and his wife was Emily and they were interested in hearing my story. I called them back and we spoke for about an hour on the phone. At one point his wife broke down and cried while I was telling my story. She was just so relieved that someone actually believed them and she didn't feel so alone. They had purchased the house a couple years before. It had already been updated by a builder and in a short period of time had been bought and sold twice before them. Unfortunately, they have been experiencing all sorts of things in the house since they moved in. Things they couldn't explain.
They told me they tracked down and reached out to a previous owner about the events taking place. Unfortunately, the previously owner refused to talk about it. He just told them they were crazy and hung up on them. I remember Emily telling me that they just didn't trust him when they spoke to him. He seemed so unwilling to talk about their experiences and very rushed to get off the phone when they told him who they were. Emily definitely felt like he was hiding something and I could see why.
I have talked to them a couple more times since then. Once about a month later and again 2 or 3 years after that. I found out in the first conversation that they did a little research of their own on the previous owners hoping to find out anything. It's a good thing they did. This is going to date the story a bit... After locating and searching the previous owners My Space page they were shocked to discover that the owner kind of blogged about experiencing all the same sort of crazy things that they were experiencing. They had detailed a bunch of events that happened to them such as, seeing a person standing outside the house in the field behind it wearing 1800s clothing, loud bangs on the floor, dishes and glasses that were broken while put away in the kitchen cabinets and yelling in the middle of the night when no one else was in the house. Their blog seemed to show them transition from, I'll catch those punks doing this all the way to the full acceptance of paranormal activity. Unfortunately for Jeff and Emily this was not the owner they purchased the property from so they had no recourse they could take. They knew they wanted out but didn't know how they were ever going to do it. Financially they realized they were stuck.
My last conversation with Jeff and Emily rounds up my story. Jeff and Emily ended up moving out of the home into Emily's mothers house a couple years later when Emily became pregnant. She refused to try to raise a child in that house. The house eventually sold again to someone who didn't believe in ghosts though recently I've seen real estate signs in front of it again. I often wanted to stop and speak to the new owners and see if unexplained events are still happening there but how do you approach someone like that without coming off as crazy..? I do still wonder all these years later...
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Well, I guess this isn't really trail related, but it was more or less in the middle of the countryside with a one lane dirt track road.

Last year around the start of spring, my wife and I were looking for a property to buy and renovate since we had decided to sell the place we were living as it was a bit too small. Nice place, built in about 1740, but had it totally restored.

After looking and looking we got a call from a woman my wife knew who said that while she didnt know all the details, there was a large old property for sale in the area we were looking at in our price range. She had heard it 3rd hand, so know much about it. Anyhow, we got the details from for the real estate guy and we out to have a look.
The place was exactly what we were looking for. It was very old even by the standard of our area of Germany. The original building was from the 1400's. It was a half timbered tutor style house. (fachwerkhaus as we call it.)
Anyhow, it was clear it needed a lot of the beams replaced and more or less a total gut job. We could see however that there seemed to have been several aborted attempts as a renovation.
Ran out of money? Who knows, we thought.
The guy gave us the key and said to go on in and have a look and he needed to double check something at the other end of the property. Okay...strange, but whatever.
We look around, but we have more or less decided to buy it.
We ask the guy if we can have our builder come and have a look as well..Sure, no problem he says.
I told him I had a couple of questions about a couple of areas inside the house and if we could be have a look together. The guy starts acting really strange and makes some excuses that he really needs to urgently leave.
Ok... At this point, we were wondering if something structural is wrong with the house and he wants to hide it.
No worries, out builder is good and should find it.
So, the next weekend we head over.
We check out the attic and it seems more or less ok. Standard fair. Huge, thick beams spanning the house. Creaking wooden floor. Looks like it may actually be an oak floor. Slight musty smell, but not so bad we think the roof has been leaking a lot.
Suddenly, I became convinced there was a bee on me and getting a bit freaked out since I am extremely allergic. My wife laughs and said she was convinced she had a spider on her. She is not allergic, but "deathly" afraid. [IMG class=inlineimg]https://www.wranglerforum.com/../images/smilies/wink.gif[/IMG]
Our worker doesn't make any comments at all. Not even the condition of the house.
Now, the house has two basements. One original to the old house and another one at the other end of the house which was build as the house was extended in the 1800's. Until this point, I had not seen either. Though, I have been in loads of old basements.
My wife and I go to the "new" basement and our builder says he will check the old one since that is where he suspects an issue with the foundation.
As basements go, it seems normal for this period. Damp, stone walls. You can smell the age of the place emanating from the lime mortar and dirt floor.
Well, right away I do not like being in that basement, but I do not want to look like a sissy. I casually mention that it is kind of creepy. My wife shows me her arm and it is covered in gooseflesh.
Without a word, we turn around and go back up. I should point out, we didnt even make it all the way down the stairs. We walk back to the main entrance area of the house.
About that time, our builder comes more or less running down the hall, right past us and out the door. WTF?
We go after him. He is back at our car and totally white faced. We keep asking, J, what is it, what's wrong?? He wont say. He only keeps saying, he sorry, but he cannot work on this house for us and he will not come back here. Then saying things in Polish, which we do not understand.
At that point, we decide there is no way we are going to buy this place.
The real-estate guy was this whole time waiting in his car. I went to up to his car and knocked on the window. I tell him, sorry, but we think we are going to pass. He just nods his head. I hand him the keys and he asks if I locked it. Sorry no, I didnt.
He wont take the keys from me. He asks, sorry, but can you please go lock it? Ahh.. Got it. This dude is also not will to set foot near the house. I lock it up. Lucky it was day, so no lights or anything to turn off. Still, I felt the menace. We had not felt it when we first got there, but now it was tangible. It is hard to describe it, but you just have the feeling that you "know" for sure that something is there and wants to harm you.
I locked the door and went back to the car. It's funny, but even at the cars, you just have the feeling you are being watched.

Anyhow... We did some digging on that place after that. It turned out that the house changes hands many times over the years. We cannot get the exact details, but from what we can tell, no less than 4 owners have committed "suicide" in the house. The last 3 while doing some kind of renovation work. All of the suicides took place in the old basement. I am sure glad we didnt go in there.
Our builder, who as done two other placed for us still won't tell us what he saw. He will only say that he was never so scared in his life and he still sometimes wakes up at night remembering.

The place is still for sale too. We have seen it go off the market with sales pending only to go back on the market a month later. Funny thing, they do not even lower the price. The recent listing was a mockup of the house renovated for a much higher price. I think I will skip that one.
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I know these aren't exactly Jeep related stories but I will share them none the less. The first is around 1990 – 1991 while I was still in High School and the second around 1995 so it has been awhile.

I was riding my dirt bike one day with some friends and as we were blasting through these trails I see this guy walking down the path in front of me. We were in a wooded area and not near anything. Miles from any roads. The closest thing was a couple cranberry bogs a few miles away so this was really odd. He was walking away from me as I was coming up to him so I could only see him from the back. Blue jeans, red long sleeve shirt with the arms pulled up to his elbows, work boots, black baseball cap and black gloves. I was going to stop and ask the guy if he needed some help. He could have broken down on the trail or something I thought but as I got closer I noticed the gloves and thought to myself that this was odd being that it was summer and probably 90 degrees out. I stopped way short of him and yelled out to see if he needed any help. When he turned around he had a black or blue ski mask on and he started immediately running full speed in my direction! HOLY S#!T! Me and my friends made a quick escape the other way. We rode out to the nearest street and up to a person’s house where we called the cops. About 5 or 6 cops and firemen (small town) searched the area and woods but never found anyone. I still to this day, wake up in the morning and one of those thoughts that keeps me from being able to fall back to sleep is the visions of that guy just turning and running towards us! Even though he didn't catch me in reality It was really hard to shake the thought of what would of happened if he did?


The second story.. I swear this is true!

I used to hang out with my cousin Dave all the time when I was just out of school. He was a fabricator and mechanic and had a huge late 80s Taco on 44s, an 80s Jeep CJ-7 that he put a V8, a lift and fiberglass body on and a 66 Chevelle that could pick the front end up. There was always something mechanical going on in his garage and it was always a lot of fun hanging around with him. He was looking to buy a new house. Something that may not be in the best shape but wanted a few acres of land he could fix up and put a large garage on. He asked me one day if I could hang with the kids for a couple hours so him and his wife could go look at a couple houses. When he got back he told me about this house that scared the crap out of him. It was an old 1800s farmhouse in Hanson, MA on a side street that cut between two busy routes. I had driven by the house hundreds of times in my life but never really paid any attention to it. His description he gave me of the house peaked my curiosity. I was going!
Me and my girlfriend hopped in my Jeep and we took a ride to the house. He was right.. it was creepy. It was an old white 2 story farmhouse. Paint peeling, some windows boarded up, creaky old stairs and farmer porch you thought you might fall through. When you entered the house you entered through an old kitchen. It had god awful old peeling wallpaper, a stone floor and a huge stone fireplace with a bread oven built in. It had an old cast iron wood fired oven like you see in old pictures, gas lamps hanging on the wall and of course my favorite feature of all... A huge red pentagram painted on the floor with all sorts of burned out candles and old glass jars filled with different things placed at the points. This, along with the red painted symbols all over the walls, forced CREEPY into overdrive! The jars were the old spring latch type canning jars and each one contained different things in them. I didn't touch any of them but remember the contents. One had feathers in it, one had dirt, another water and I think one had chicken bones or something similar inside. But my favorite was the 5th jar... It was full of hairless Barbie heads! That was odd, very odd!
What was even more unusual to me is that nothing in the house was broken. It was old and dirty but not vandalized? I thought that was a really unusual. The windows were intact, the furniture that was still there wasn't broken, nothing seemed physically out of place. What else was odd, is the second we stepped out of the kitchen through the narrow doorway into the living room all signs of the devil worshiping was gone. Nothing anywhere! No red paint... No candles... Nothing! At this point I would have left but to be honest I was doing my best to not appear as scared as I actually was. I was young and didn't want my girlfriend to think I was a chicken. Today I would have ran as soon as I saw the kitchen floor. I remember her saying to me that she felt like people were watching her the second we pulled in the driveway and she didn't feel any better now about things. I kind of laughed at her and pushed on but I should have taken the opportunity she gave me to split. I didn't...
The only way out of the living room was a staircase going up to the second floor. I want to mention this right now. It was like 2:30 in the afternoon on a very sunny day so it wasn't exactly dark in the house or my bravery at this point would have been back in the Jeep waiting for my body to catch up. As I walked up, each step groaned with a thousand stories of its past life. At the top of the stairs was a long narrow hallway with bed rooms off to the left and right. At the end of the hallway was another doorway that I suspect went to the attic but I never opened it. As I walked down the hallway I opened each door and stepped into the room to just look around. There was some water damage and more old furniture. Same peeling wallpaper and paint chips on the wood floors but nothing else. The closets were small and completely bare except one old pair of 80s Air Jordans. I remember them like I seen them yesterday as the house looked to have been empty way too long to have something that recent in it. My girlfriend opened the doorway across the hall. After seeing the window painted black so no light would shine through she decided it was time to go and started heading for the stairs. This is when it happened...
She had just cleared the doorway and turned right to head for the stairs when all of a sudden something hit the floor under my feet so hard that it hurt.... and it did it twice about 5 seconds apart! The only way I can describe the pain is if you were chopping wood and missed the ax head and hit the handle. The painful vibration that goes through your hands is what my feet felt like at that moment. The floor shook... and it was so loud.
I ran out of the room and raced for the stairs but the thought hit me that someone must be in the living room under us so we both stopped. I was scared.. full on horror movie, holy crap, we are going to die scared! My girlfriend was crying and I didn't blame her. I started yelling down the stairs that we were we were sorry for trespassing but just checking out the house for a friend who was interested. Nothing came back in return... I yelled again... Nothing. No footsteps, no voices, no more banging.. So I started to head down. Those groans the stairs made echoed through the house. I didn't want anyone to know where we were and this was certainly giving me up. I kept waiting for someone to walk into view but no one did. I whispered to my girlfriend to stay behind me and be ready to run as soon as we hit the living room but as we reached the bottom step I could see there was no one there. I remember slowly walking to the kitchen and looking at the old wooden floors for footprints in the dust that didn't belong to us and I didn't see any. Just ours...? We made it through the narrow doorway back into the kitchen. At this point seeing no one was between us and our escape we just ran out of the house. We jumped in my Jeep and just sat there one minute idling waiting for anything to make sense of what just happened... but nothing?
We drove back to my cousins house and told him what happened. I'm not sure he believed me but did say as soon as they saw the pentagram in the kitchen they got the heck out of there. He knew he wasn't interested and didn't care to see the rest.
For the longest time I wouldn't even drive down that street anymore. It scared the crap out of me but the story didn't end there. I was at my doctors office one day probably 12 years later. I heard a couple talking about a creepy house that someone they new purchased. I couldn't help but tell them a little about my experience and as it turned out we were telling stories about the same house! They asked if they could get my number and pass it along to their friend and I was happy to do so. About a month passes and I almost completely forgot about meeting the couple at the doctor office when I get a message on my voicemail. The guys name was Jeff and his wife was Emily and they were interested in hearing my story. I called them back and we spoke for about an hour on the phone. At one point his wife broke down and cried while I was telling my story. She was just so relieved that someone actually believed them and she didn't feel so alone. They had purchased the house a couple years before. It had already been updated by a builder and in a short period of time had been bought and sold twice before them. Unfortunately, they have been experiencing all sorts of things in the house since they moved in. Things they couldn't explain.
They told me they tracked down and reached out to a previous owner about the events taking place. Unfortunately, the previously owner refused to talk about it. He just told them they were crazy and hung up on them. I remember Emily telling me that they just didn't trust him when they spoke to him. He seemed so unwilling to talk about their experiences and very rushed to get off the phone when they told him who they were. Emily definitely felt like he was hiding something and I could see why.
I have talked to them a couple more times since then. Once about a month later and again 2 or 3 years after that. I found out in the first conversation that they did a little research of their own on the previous owners hoping to find out anything. It's a good thing they did. This is going to date the story a bit... After locating and searching the previous owners My Space page they were shocked to discover that the owner kind of blogged about experiencing all the same sort of crazy things that they were experiencing. They had detailed a bunch of events that happened to them such as, seeing a person standing outside the house in the field behind it wearing 1800s clothing, loud bangs on the floor, dishes and glasses that were broken while put away in the kitchen cabinets and yelling in the middle of the night when no one else was in the house. Their blog seemed to show them transition from, I'll catch those punks doing this all the way to the full acceptance of paranormal activity. Unfortunately for Jeff and Emily this was not the owner they purchased the property from so they had no recourse they could take. They knew they wanted out but didn't know how they were ever going to do it. Financially they realized they were stuck.
My last conversation with Jeff and Emily rounds up my story. Jeff and Emily ended up moving out of the home into Emily's mothers house a couple years later when Emily became pregnant. She refused to try to raise a child in that house. The house eventually sold again to someone who didn't believe in ghosts though recently I've seen real estate signs in front of it again. I often wanted to stop and speak to the new owners and see if unexplained events are still happening there but how do you approach someone like that without coming off as crazy..? I do still wonder all these years later...

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