Local scare- and sob stories from your childhood.

Back in my preschool years, before my younger brothers were born, my dad would often take me on trips into the local countryside, exploring the Limes Germanicus, border of the Roman empire. I remember one particular instance where we visited the grounds of a small castellum upon which a sawmill was built in medieval times. The sawmill was in use for centuries and got closed down in the early 20th century. According to historical records, the last miller emigrated to the United States with his children, after his wife was caught in a transmission belt and killed when trying to clean the sawmill's belt drive while it was still running. After the place was torn down, only an archway◊ remained as a landmark. Makes for a pretty creepy atmosphere. The story of the mill's downfall left me crying in the back of the car for the whole remainder of the trip .

So, what did your parents tell you to make you crap your pants and tear up when you were young?

edited 6th Dec '13 4:03:19 AM by TAPETRVE

Fear the cinnamon sugar swirl. By the Gods, fear it, Laurence.

When my dad was a kid, his family lived in Germany for a while (my grandfather was in the army). And one day a lot of kids on the base were hanging out at someone's house while the parents were at the officers club for mandatory fun time. And somehow the topic went to the occult. Someone said "Well I don't believe in ghosts." And suddenly, the window opened on its own and a wind blew through and blew papers around.

Needless to say, the topic changed very quickly.

Not from my parents, but when I was little (about five and a half or six), my taekwondo instructors used to tell everyone that there was a dragon in the dojo's basement. I don't think it was to scare us as much as it was just a way to stop all the little kids asking what the hell was down there.

I don’t even know anymore.

In the town I used to live in there's a large park district-owned sports area for the park district sports teams to play. Near the field is a creek bordered on both sides by a small thicket of trees. Separating the trees from the fields is a side road (leading behind the field) blocked by a gate. I once asked my dad why there was a gate blocking the road. So he told me the story...

See, the road leads to a hidden village in the forest that looks to be still in the 18th or early 19th century. The forest is haunted by a headless horseman. The gate is there to stop the horseman from leaving the forest.

It wasn't until later that I realized that's the basic plot of The Legend Of Sleepy Hollow.

So, in the U.S., randomly stripping is a signal that you want to sing the national anthem? - That Human

I used to watch this show called Candle Co- *shot*

"It's so hard to be humble, knowing how great I am."

We don't have any super interesting ones around here, just the "a construction worker fell in the cement while working on the foundation of a building" type.

Stupid doomed timeline...

My high school is haunted, apparently.

So is the old, abandoned barn behind the park.

Your Honor...

My high school has a graveyard.

There's a ghost that haunts my school's auditorium.

Really? Do tell!!

Well, I don't know the full story, but my best guess is she was a Drama student that died there.

Either we have the same high school, or ghosts really like auditoriums.

I remember back in elementary school, someone started a rumor that there was a dead body buried under this one conspicuous mound out in the grassy part of the playground.

edited 24th Dec '13 9:02:00 PM by YamiiDenryuu

I couldn't conceive a dream so wet; your bongos make me congo.

Ghosts definitely like auditoriums.

"It's so hard to be humble, knowing how great I am."

Once, I found a flat gravestone in the grass on a hill in my old elementary school. Next time I checked to see if it was still there, it was gone...

My old daycare center used to be a mental facility from the 60s before they lost funding and the building was sold and repurposed, so all the rooms were big and spacious and the doors were the heavy metal kind. The old bathrooms have showers and a bathtub in the stalls, and huge waterbugs came out sometimes. The older kids used to say that if you said Bloody Mary three times in the third stall of the second floor bathroom with the lights off, she'd come out of the mirror and kill you.

I bet if someone tried that, the answer would be an annoyed "For the umpteenth time; my name is Moaning Myrtle, goddammit!"

Fear the cinnamon sugar swirl. By the Gods, fear it, Laurence.

I'd have to wonder why a dead British girl was haunting an American bathroom if it did happen. That bathroom disturbed me though... No one had the guts to use the third stall if they didn't have to. And we never touched the curtains around the tub that blocked us from seeing what was in it.

Thanks to Haunted Junction, I wished the restrooms in my high school had beautiful and naughty female ghosts living in them. ^_^;;

I like to keep my audience riveted.

My mom told me about what happens if you get hit by a subway train at an angle. It's not pretty.

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

I looked at the Black Hole and started crying.

edited 24th Dec '13 11:51:51 PM by Sebbymoran

Sounds like my babysitter when I was 8 years old. She'd always tell me and my brother there was an invisible monster in the basement. My father is always good for scary stories too. I remember him saying that him and this one guy used to hop freight trains up by their house when he was a kid. Well one day the other kid tried to grab onto one that was going too fast and got one of his arms ripped off. Now that was way more scary than invisible monsters in the basement.

I also remember hearing this one guy my parents went to school with fell in the pumping system or whatever at this one reservoir. They said that's why it was always empty and had barbed wire fencing around it for years. Supposedly the city was gonna refill it put up a dome covering the water or something but nothing ever became of it.

edited 5th Jan '14 2:38:49 PM by codytheheadlessboy

"If everybody is thinking alike, somebody isn't thinking"- George S. Patton

Most people in southern Wisconsin have heard of Weary Road, the site of alleged murders, suicides, and other deaths, whose victims' spirits still haunt the area. Reported events include cars dying on the small bridge, strange green lights, hellhounds, and general ghost sightings.

My friend and I checked it out (about a half hour drive from where we live) a few times. Now, it's said nothing weird happens until your third trip, so we of course planned on going three times. Skeptics that we are, we did this mainly to alleviate our boredom. On the first trip, nothing happened, although on the return trip my friend barely avoided going over a small cliff— I figured he knew about the upcoming T junction displayed on the GPS. He didn't. The skid marks were there for quite a while. Second time around, the rain on the way back got so bad we had to pull over and wait for better visibility. But on the fateful third trip, we were not haunted, but rewarded: the night was unusually clear and still, and in the absence of city lights we could take in the view of thousands of stars. It was beautiful.

How dare you disrupt the sanctity of my soliloquy?

[[I missed the point of the thread when I posted this. Hold on a sec.]]

edited 19th Apr '14 6:15:26 PM by BaffleBlend

"It's liberating, realizing you never need to be competent." — Ultimatepheer

Well, when my previous generation was kids, a couple of kids got stuck in an old timey fridge for hours. One of the kids died and the other had severe brain damage. It was awful.

Apparently, my old junior high school (That's Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Middle School) is supposedly one of the most haunted in all of Northern Virginia. Here's a transcript from a haunted-places list:

I guess they hid the ghost in the janitor's closet or something, because I never saw a ghost.

edited 23rd Apr '14 1:33:54 PM by Jinxmenow

"Monsters are tragic beings. They are born too tall, too strong, too heavy. They are not evil by choice. That is their tragedy."

So does my community college.

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