Well, one day my dad was talking to one of the other employees that work there and she is terrified to stay late for work. She told him that one night she stayed late and she thought she heard somebody in one of the other cubicles. She called out "Hello, is anyone there?" There was no answer. She got up and walked over to the cubicle she thought she heard the noise coming from but when she got to the cubicle, no one was there. She was a little scared and after she got back to her cubicle, she heard the noise again! The noise sounded like someone going through stacks of paper, and then she heard footsteps. She got up and ran out of the building.

Later that week, my dad was going to the elevator and he saw someone go in while he was nearby. He ran to try to catch up with it as the doors were closing, but he didn’t make it and the elevator doors slid shut. My dad hit the elevator button and the doors opened… but there was no one inside!

These are a couple of the many tales that come from that building. The building has even been investigated by teams of ghosthunters. Nobody stays late for work anymore.

Jojo King from Pikeville, KY

Down here in Jamestown there are a bunch of stories about the old Pine Haven school. One story I heard creeps me out and makes me glad I’m a girl. They say one day a geeky boy went into the boy’s bathroom alone. While he was washing his hands one of the school bullies walked in and decided to play a little game. He and his buds snuck up behind the boy and pushed him, hard, into the mirror.

They never planned on what would happened, but when the kid’s head bashed into the mirror, a piece of glass went into his neck. He turned to face the boys, grasping his bleeding neck and slowly slid the to the floor. The bullies watched in horror as the gurgling sound stopped and the boy died at their feet, his blood mixing with the running water.

They didn’t want to get caught, so they tore up the floorboards under the sink where the kid stood and stuffed his body in a hole and covered it up.

The school is abandoned now but you can still go tour it. If you go in the boy’s bathroom and stand at the sink and look at the mirror you’ll see the kid behind you. He’ll take his revenge and he’ll push you into the mirror and you’ll die. Then he’ll drag you with him down under the floorboards and you’ll never be seen again.

Tanisha from Jamestown, TN

Another Version

Heavy School Books

In my school there’s a legend about a girl who died in the girls bathroom.

Beth wasn’t popular and she didn’t have any friends. The populars would always bully her but she never told anyone about what they did or how they tortured her.

One day after school, she was fixing her hair in the girl’s bathroom mirror with her heavy, hardcover school books on the floor at her feet. One of the girls that bullied her walked in and without warning, picked up her books and hit Beth in the head with them. The blow cracked her skull and as she fell, she hit her head on the sink and died before her body hit the floor. The cowardly bully girl dropped the books and ran out of the bathroom and never told a soul about what happened.

When the night janitor found her body she became scared for her job and didn’t know what to do. She dragged Beth’s body through the halls and hid her in the basement. It’s supposed to be down there, somewhere, to this day.

If you’re daring, go into the girl’s bathroom and stand at the mirror with your school books on the floor. Look at your reflection and say “Beth I know who killed you”. I heard that she’ll appear and hit you with your school books.

No one I know will try it.

Paige Philipps from Bedford, Indiana

Hundreds of years ago, a poor woodsman lived in the cottage with his wife and baby. They lived happily until the woodsman was pressed into military service by the local landowner during the English Civil War. The woodman’s wife waited and waited for months for any news of her husband, but none ever came.

One new year’s day, a group of soldiers on horseback came riding through the woods, part of a force that had been plundering the surrounding countryside. Coming across the cottage, they broke in and demanded the woodsman’s wife hand over all her money and any strong drink she might have. When she refused, the soldiers beat and raped her savagely, before taking the baby and riding off, laughing wickedly.

From that day on, the woman dressed in black and roamed the woods searching for her missing child, accosting anyone she met and begging them for any news of the baby. She soon earned a reputation as being quite mad, and so people began to give the woods a wide berth.

The woodsman never returned home, and the woman continued to roam the woods, desperately searching for her lost baby until the day she died.

Legend has it that her ghost still wanders the woods today, and if anyone is brave enough to walk into the woods on new year’s day and shout

"Black lady, black lady, I’ve stolen your baby!" three times, the woman shall appear and confront them.

Antony from Grimsby, England

That woman roams around during foggy evenings, with her face covered by a surgical mask, which would not be especially unusual, as people with colds often wear masks for the sake of others in Japan. When she encounters someone, primarily children or college students, she will shyly ask, "Am I beautiful?" ("Watashi kirei?").

If the person answers yes, she will take off her mask and say, "Even like this?"

At this point, if the victim answers "No," she will slay them with a pair of huge scissors.

If the victim tells her she is pretty a second time, she follows the victim home and slays them in their own doorway. This is because  the word "kirei" , Japanese for ‘pretty,’ is a near homophone of "kire", the imperative form of "to cut".

If the victim answers "You’re average", they are saved.

Also, the answer "so-so," causes the Kuchisake-onna to think about what to do, and her victim can escape while she is in thought. One way to escape is to present the Kuchisake-onna with amber, hard candy. Another is to say "pomade" three times (in some versions, six times). This will make her either falter and turn or run away. If the victim has pomade, they can write with it behind her back to keep her from following. The reason is that this reminds her of either the dentist’s or (plastic) surgery smells, or that her boyfriend used it.

Kyla from Seattle, WA

The girl’s imaginary friend worried her mother and father and they decided to consult a doctor. The psychiatrist examined the girl and said it was normal for her age.

When they got home they were surprised to find the girl’s toys scattered through the house and the TV turned onto a children’s station. The house had been left completely in order.

The parents decided to buy a baby monitor and placed it in their daughter’s room. They overheard the following conversation between their daughter and her friend.

Debbie: "What’s it like in heaven Jack?"
Jack: "I don’t want to tell you. Do you want to play instead?"
Debbie: "No, I want to know."
Jack: "OK then, but I can’t tell you, I have to show you"

then they heard a creaking noise

Debbie: "Wow, I can see Granny’s house from here!"
Jack: "Yes, now you have to jump. Go on, I’ll help you. That’s what my Daddy did to me, he helped me find heaven. Do you wanna?"

Debbie’s parents rushed outside where they saw their little girl fall screaming to her death. Her jump was caught on camera. The image showed a mysterious little figure behind her in the window, smiling.

Lynda

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