There are loads of ghost stories going around Las Vegas about haunted casinos and parks. I’m not a big believer in ghosts, but I don’t deny their existence. At Foxridge Park on Valle Verde in Las Vegas, there is a ghost of a little boy who loves the swings. I’ve been there and I think it is true. After the sun went down, my husband and I and our two kids were the only ones there. My three year old daughter ran to the swings and we made her come back. She had hit the swing and made it sway side to side. After a few swings, it changed direction and swung front to back. The chain remained taught, as if someone was sitting in it. There was no wind and the swing next to it wasn’t moving.

People say that sometimes you can see the boy and if you look into his eyes, they turn red and he takes on a demonic face.

Corinna from Las Vegas, NV

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This story happened on a cold mid-autumn day somewhere in the mid-western states.

Two gentlemen were working in the town’s small general store. The store was quiet and no customers were shopping until she walked in. A small frail woman dressed in gray entered the store, and proceeded toward the dairy section, saying nothing. She picked up a glass container of milk and, without paying for it or even glancing at the gentlemen, walked out of the store.

The men, surprised by the woman’s thievery, hurried out of the store after her…but she was gone. A few days later, the incident occurred again.

The same small woman dressed in the same gray dress entered the store, grabbed a glass container of milk, and left without paying. Again the men tried to follow after her, but found her nowhere to be seen.

The woman soon appeared once again. The same small woman, dressed in the same gray dress, entered the store, paid no attention to the men, snatched a glass container of milk, and vanished out the door. The men, slightly more prepared this time, quickly followed the woman out of the store. She hurried down the town’s main street and the men found themselves having to run to keep up with her. She hastily turned down a dirt path, just at the edge of the woods. This is where the men lost her. They trekked on further and came to a small cemetery neither of them knew existed. Suddenly, they heard a small noise. Concentrating, they identified it as a baby’s cry. The sound was coming from the ground in front of a gravestone marking the death of a mother and her infant who were buried together.

Unsure of what else to do, the men quickly found shovels and exhumed the coffin. The crying became louder as they dug. When they reached the coffin, they pried off the lid and inside found the small, gray-dressed dead woman with a live, crying infant in her arms, and three empty glass containers of milk. The poor child was mistakenly buried alive and the spirit of her deceased mother kept her alive until she was found.

Jason Qualls from Elkart, IN

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A young newlywed couple was heading to a Halloween party one rainy evening and stopped at a stop sign, where they saw a very wet, very cold, and VERY old woman standing in the rain getting drenched. The wife asked her husband if they could give her a ride. Angela rolled down her window a little and yelled out, "Do you need a ride somewhere?"

"Yes I would. Thank you so very much", the old woman said. She got in the back seat and introduced herself. "My name is Ruby."

"Nice to meet you. I’m Angela and this is my husband Barry".

They made some small talk for a bit. Then Barry asked her, "So, where are you headed, ma’am?"

"I’m headed to see my granddaughter who lives just up the road a ways, 129 N. Daughtry Lane. It’s her birthday and I’d love to see her."

"Daughtry? That’s like 15 miles up the road! That IS a distance…..", Barry was miffed. Angela put her hand on his and told him it’s not much further to their friends’ house for the party from there. They argued a little, when suddenly the back door of the car swung open and slammed shut. Angela looked back and screamed.

"What is it?", Barry asked.

"She’s gone! She must have jumped out or fell out!! We have to go and find her!" They looked for an hour up and down the old farm road, but they couldn’t find her. Angela said, "What can we do now?"

"We have to tell her granddaughter what happened and that it was an accident", Barry said.

They agreed and continued onto the address. They rang the doorbell and a strikingly beautiful young girl answered the door with a sweet and welcoming smile. Angela burst into tears saying, "We lost your grandmother!"

Startled, the young girl said, "I’m sorry?"

"Were helping your grandmother by giving her a ride, she was coming here to see you, when she fell out of the back seat while we were in motion." Barry said. "We looked for an hour, but she was gone. We just had to come and tell you."

The young girl waved them both in. "May I get you anything?" She led them to the living room and asked her guests to quiet down for a bit. The newlyweds sat down and told her what happened. The young girl was frozen solid. "You must be mistaken. My grandmother died 10 years ago….."

Just then, the lights went out and everyone could hear cackling throughout the entire house.

Ryan Cunningham from Dallas, TX

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This is my own experience with Gravity Hill in Jackson NJ.

A friend of mine from work lived in Jackson and I drove her home one night when we got out of work late. She wanted to show me "Gravity Hill" which was close to where she lived. On the way to Jackson from the Point Pleasant boardwalk, she told me a story about a teenage girl named Helen who lived with her father. Her mother had died when she was very young and her father raised her. He was a truck driver and would sometimes have to leave town for days at a time. Helen was used to being home alone.

One night a man came to their door and asked for help. He was having car trouble and needed a place to stay so Helen’s father offered their couch for the night.

The next morning Helen woke to find her father gone. The stranger tried to calm her and tell her that he had left to go on a long haul. He told her that her dad had said he could stay as long as he liked. Helen grew suspicious and felt the man had hurt, or possibly killed her dad! She argued with the man and when he charged at her she ran for her life out of the house. As she passed the hall table, she grabbed her father’s keys to the car in the driveway. Somehow, she started the car and pulled out onto the road but they lived on a hill and when she shifted the car into drive to make her escape, she stalled just as the man burst through the front door and began to cross the lawn.

Helen was terrified and thought she would be caught for sure when suddenly, the ghost of her father who had been murdered by the stranger during the night, pushed her car up the hill. She was able to start the car and escape the man who killed her father.

During the last part of the story, we had been driving down some secluded streets without any streetlights. When she finished telling the tale I had stopped the car at a stop sign and was waiting for her to tell me which way to turn. All she said was "Ok, now put the car in neutral and take your foot off the brake."

I was driving a 1985 Lincoln Town car and it had a digital speedometer. I realized we were actually there. We were facing the bottom of the hill! I shifted into neutral and lifted my foot. The car rolled slowly up the hill – backwards – and the digital gauge read 1 mile per hour. We rolled uphill approx. 30 ft and then just hovered there for a few seconds before I threw the car into drive and found us some streetlights!

Another Version – Spook Hill

·         There is a place in MT Cotton Brisbane Australia that everyone calls Spook Hill. You apparently have to stop your car halfway up the dead-end road and turn your car off and put it in neutral. your car then rolls uphill by itself. It is said that children that where killed in a bus accident push the car up and you can hear feet scrambling beside your car.

·         Another story is the magnetism in the mountains is high there and that can pull a car up the hill.

·         A couple of towns over in an area outside of Boonesboro off rt 67, there is a small town that prides itself on civil war heritage. You can put your car in neutral on "spook hill" and the ghosts of civil war soldiers will push it up the hill thinking it is a cannon. All the local teenagers try it some even putting flour on their freshly washed cars to verify the existence of ghostly handprints.

Lisa from Brick, NJ
Lola from Smithsburg MD
Scott from Brisbane Australia

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A few years later, a man was driving down the same road and stalled on the tracks, in much the same way as the bus full of children. Again, the driver struggled as the alarm started to sound, the lights began to blink and the guard bars lowered in front and behind the man’s passive car. Just before impact, the driver could feel the train bearing down on him. He ceased to struggle and squeezed his eyes shut, anticipating the explosive collision. Suddenly it was as if time stood still and everything became quiet. He felt his car somehow move and it was as if he was being pushed to safety, guided off the tracks by an unknown force. When he and his car were out of danger from the oncoming train, suddenly sound and time came back to life and the locomotive barreled past him, just inches from the bumper of his vehicle.

To this day if you put your car in neutral on those tracks and sprinkle some baby powder on the back bumper of your car the children from the bus accident will push your car to safety off of the railroad tracks where they met their untimely fate. You will see small hand prints in the powder of the ghosts of the poor children who died that day.

Variations:

• 2 more users submitted the same story telling us the tracks are in San Antonio, TX.
• There is a park in San Antonio (Espada Park) where you can experience this. You don’t park your car on the tracks, but a few feet from the tracks. You must have your car turned off, but in Neutral. Also, behind Espada Park is a subdivision. All the streets in that subdivision have the names of all the children who were killed in that accident. It is said that if a child is in the car, your car will be pushed a lot faster.

Jeff Ardsley from PA
Stephanie from Houston, TX

One night, while repairing a railroad track, one man had the extreme misfortune of getting his arm, shirt, skin and all, stuck on the tracks. In this hand he held the latern that was helping to light his way.

And although the trains were not supposed to be running at this time of night, one did, and the conductor of this very train did not see the trapped man struggling by the side of the tracks, nor did the conductor see the faint glow of his latern. Within a matter of minutes, but what surely seemed like hours for the trapped man, the train had passed and made its way towards the next town. But with this train went the man’s hand and lantern.

He died that evening from blood loss and shock, his body found later the next day by town locals. But to the dismay of everyone, his hand, and his latern, were missing. Some say that it was swept up with the force of the train, others say an animal took it as dinner.

But if you stand on the tracks in the middle of the night, close to the time when the unfortunate man lost his hand, you will see a green light hanging above the tracks, bobbing up and down the same stretch of land.

And that green light is no other than the man’s latern, being held on to fastly by the man’s hand, searching and searching in vain for it’s body.

Now, for all intents and purposes, there actually is a green light that seems to hang over the tracks in this area – but unscarily enough it is supposedly due to chemical deposits in the soil, either due to pollution or natural mines. Still, the sight of the green light on the tracks in the middle of the night will always recall the tragic tale of the Hookerman.

He came to her house one night and forced entry into the home. When she refused him, he savagely attacked her and threatened to kill her child. She escaped and ran from her property with the baby, blindly crashing through the forest and brush seeking a hiding place from her obsessed neighbor. Just as she realized she couldn’t hear the man chasing her anymore, she came to the bridge and took refuge under it with the scared baby in her arms.

The distressed child had been whimpering in fear during her flight from the house, but now that they had stopped the baby began to wail. The child began to cry loudly and ended the hope of the bridge being safe refuge. The neighbor was drawn to the baby’s cries and their position was revealed to the man. He brutally murdered both mother and child right there under the bridge.

Only the woman’s body was ever recovered.

Now, if you drive down this bridge and stop half way across, turn off your car engine and headlights and lights and get out, you can hear the baby’s cries that gave it’s mother’s position away years ago. Beware! It’s been said that if you go down underneath the bridge at night, you will never be seen again! The spirit of the young mother is trying to protect her baby even in the afterlife.

Kristy from Belleville, MI

When the wife went into labor the farmer called for the doctor. Unknown to the wife, the farmer and the doctor had already made arrangements to get ride of the baby. Their plan was to take the baby from the room immediately after the delivery and tell the wife that the baby died during birth.

When he left the farmhouse that night, the doctor took the baby to a nearby bridge and dropped him over the side. The wife never found out about what the farmer and the doctor had done.

It is said that on a cloudless night during a full moon you drive your car to “Baby Bridge” and park it in the center at the bridge’s highest point. Get our of your car and sprinkle baby powder in a circle around your it. Then get back in your car and turn the engine and the lights off for 10 minutes. You will hear the soft sound of a baby crying. When you get out of your car there will be baby footprints in the circle of powder.

Kayla from Statesboro, GA