Ahoy, squirts! Quint here with the winners of the three Daniel Danger Woman In Black limited edition posters! For this contest I asked for all entrants to recall a real-life “I swear this is true” supernatural encounter. And I got quite a few, from possible drug-induced visions to creepy clown sightings where creepy clowns shouldn’t be, but ultimately I gravitated towards these three entries.
So, dim the lights, stoke the campire and get the marshmallows set… it’s time for some ghost stories!
First up is Hayden Davis of Phoenix, AZ with his ghastly reminiscing of a spooky encounter he had as a child.
Growing up I didn't have nightmares. An overactive imagination when awake, but no bad dreams. Some were odd, like the one where our laundry room was a portal to another world, but nothing bad. The only one I ever remember having is still vivid to this day. I was searching the house for my mom. I came to our laundry room which was kiddy corner across the hallway from my bedroom. There is a woman in there doing laundry and I say, "Mom?" even though this is very obviously not my mother. My mom is 6' tall and has short brown hair. This woman was a little smaller, had blonde hair down to her shoulders and was wearing a white nightgown. She turns and looks at me, pulls the night gown up over her head and underneath she is a corpse, almost entirely skeleton and she lunges toward me.
Now this was about the time the first Ghostbusters came out so I didn't think anything of it. Never told anyone about it. Fifteen years later I was living with my sister in college, though, and she told me that our house growing up was haunted. I told her that story and she said that made sense because she always thought it was a female spirit. I thought our house was weird growing up but always attributed it to my overactive imagination and never thought of a haunting.
A couple months later, my sister is talking on the phone with my mom and my mom says that a woman has been visiting her in her dreams lately. My sister, not thinking anything of it, asked what the lady looked like.
"Blonde hair down to her shoulders wearing a white nightgown."
My sister just about shit her pants.
Childhood encounters with the supernatural was a common theme among the entries and a couple included a similar story of bringing up a ghost to a sibling years later who confirmed they also had a similar experience. But next up features a tale not about a kid meeting an adult ghost, but vice-versa. From Michael Jovicevic of Austin, TX.
Hi, this e-mail is for the Woman in Black poster contest. Here is my ghost story.
Two years ago in May, we visited the Waverly Hills Sanatorium in Louisville, Kentucky. The site of a former hospital which treated Tuberculosis in the 1930’s. We participated in the night tour and when we got to the fourth floor, the guide asked for all electronic devices to be turned off. She then asked for a volunteer and choose me.
The tour guide instructed me to walk down the hallway alone and to turn around when she gave the word to. The hallway was almost completely dark except for the moonlight. It looked very much like something from a horror movie. I stood there with my hands and feet spread apart and I noticed on that hot night, that my left leg felt like it was touched. When I walked back, everybody was quiet and my wife who has never seen a ghost, said that she saw what looked like little children playing around me and was freaked out.
The whole evening even after the tour, my left leg was cold and the rest of my body was hot. I wasn’t scared and whenever I mentioned the story to others, I tell them that not all ghosts are evil and will harm you.
As we left the hospital I looked at the hospital and said “Goodbye”. We looked at the photos later that my wife took of the other floors and saw what looks like little orbs at various places throughout the building. I will never forget that evening.
Thank you for reading.
Finally comes a Poltergeist-ish story from a man by the name of Vincent McHenry of Idaho Falls, ID. It’s a particularly creepy tale and I was captivated the whole way through. Enjoy!
My wife and I had a series of spooky events that happened when we rented a house when we first moved to Idaho. Most of the events happened around our 4 year old son. When we moved into the house nothing happened right away, it was a few months before I started noticing some weird things. I was a night time college student so I spent the day at the house working on school work while my kids were at school and my wife at work. The first thing I noticed was weird noises coming from my sons room. Like things were being moved around. When I would check to see what the noises were and looked in my sons room there was nothing there.
One night my son woke up crying. I went to check on him and he told me through tears he didn't want to play with the little girl that he was tired and wanted to sleep but she kept knocking on his bed and wouldn't let him sleep. I assured him it was a nightmare and coaxed him back to sleep. This started becoming a common event. My son would wake up almost every night either screaming or crying, he would say the same thing every night that the little girl was mad at him because he wouldn't play with her. My wife and I took our son to his doctor and she convinced us he was having night terrors and it was common for his age and that it would pass. As concerned as we were we believed our doctor. That night my son had another incident where he woke up screaming, he told me the girl was really angry and her face was getting scary. So to get him to go back to sleep I brought him to bed with me and my wife. We would soon not forget this night.
About a hour later we were awoke to the light turning on in our room. My wife and I had a touch lamp that would turn on when you touched the shade. The funny thing was it was on the dresser across the room. My wife and I looked at each other with a weird look. So I got out of bed and touched it and turned it off. On my way back to bed it turned on again. I had never been scared of a lamp before but when it turned on again it scared the crap out of me. I stopped in my tracks and looked at the lamp then my wife. She just gave me a look like she was creeped out. Luckily our son was still asleep in the middle of the bed so none of this bothered him. I then turned around and slowly walked to the lamp like it was a dangerous animal, when I got close I picked it up and examined it. The cord was fine, it wasn't frayed and nothing on the dresser could of brushed against the lamp turning it on. So I put the lamp down and turned it off. This time as soon as I turned around it turned back on again. Loosing all fear I started to get irritated. I wanted to sleep dam it and no stupid lamp would keep me from doing that.
This time I grabbed the lamp and yanked the cord out of the power socket. The lamp went out and did not turn back on when I got into bed. My wife and I spoke about it for a minute and decided it was a short in the lamp and we will check it out tomorrow. So we went back to sleep. About a hour later at 3:15 am. My wife and I were awoken by the lamp again. It was on. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and stared at the lamp dumbfounded, my wife had a very scared look on her face. More out of curiosity I got out of bed and went over to the lamp to see what was going on. I found that the lamp was plugged in again. This freaked me the f#$% out. I pulled the dam plug out, my wife watched me do it. As I was sitting there contemplating what to about my wife and I were started by a scream that came from our sons room. It sounded like it was angry. My son woke up scared and started crying, he was saying it was the little girl and she wanted him to come back. I went immediately to my closet and pulled my Beretta out of my gun safe and went out into the hallway and started flipping lights on as I went. I met my 11 year old daughter in the hallway, her eyes were wide with fear and she asked me what that noise was. I yelled at her to get into my room with her mother and close the door and not to come out until I called for them.
I first went to my sons room where I thought the scream came from. There was nothing in there, the room looked just like it did when my son and I left it early that night. I then went through the rest of the house and found nothing. For the rest of the night my kids slept with me and my wife. We had no more incidents that night. The next day my wife told her Aunt about what was happening. She came over the next day and burned sage in the house and went from room to room with the smoldering sage purifying the house. After she ran the sage through the house she told us to get our son baptized as soon as possible and what ever it was would leave him alone. This was not good enough for my wife, she wanted to moved immediately. So we began looking for another rental. We found one a week later and moved. During that last week in the house my son told me he saw the little girl only once. He said he saw her from his bedroom window as we left the house for the last time.
That's my story and I swear to god it's true.
Congratulations to all the winners and a big thank you to all those who took the time to share their ghost stories with me. I appreciated all the entries and enjoyed looking through them all.
And of course a very special thanks to Daniel Danger for personally reaching out to share his work and for CBS Films for agreeing to ship ‘em out to the winners.
-Eric Vespe
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