Scary/Odd Events You Saw or Were Part Of.

[brewerjamie15]

With Halloween upon us, there's been quite a few strange or spooky stories flying about. I've not been a part of many at all and maybe they were not even all that freaky to you, but I remember them.

 

One time about 3-4 years ago it was around this time of year actually and it was raining during our trip home to Milwaukee from Chicago Heights, Ill. I was driving our 1998 Honda CRV (black) with Mary beside me and baby Rachel in the back seat riding in her car seat.

I was in the right hand lane driving about right for the conditions. Nobody seemed to be driving extremely fast, mostly everyone was going according to the heavy rain. I had the feeling that a car was coming up on my left side in a big hurry. I glanced my side view mirror and confirmed my feeling. There was indeed a car coming up on us like a rocket. A red rocket actually, in the form of a Ford Thuderbird if I recall correctly. This thing was moving. I mean -really- moving fast. I fully recall pointing out the hazardous vehicle to Mary, who was already aware of it.

The car came up on us in the blink of an eye. Water was being thrown from under the tires like a sports boat's "Rooster Tail" shoots from the propeller. No Lights. No wipers clacking back and forth. Just speed.

There was a large curve coming up ahead, with it's bend to the left. The red menace seemed to be traveling too fast to take the curve safely. Way too fast to be honest with you. Mary and I could see the car in front of us, way up ahead. Nobody was around the car. No one to the right side, nobody in the same lane. In fact, there was nobody in front of us either. The car's driver seemed to finally come to his or her senses and hit the brakes slowing for the curve. A tight curve, not "hair pin", but tight none the less.

The sudden realization that the road changed direction and that in front of him lay a narrow shoulder, a few tufts of grass, and trees. Lots of trees, hardwood trees with the leaves coming down for the year.

The car did not turn; it did not even seem to slow although brake lights glowed in the gray dreary evening casting a reddish glow behind them. The car went straight. Straight into the wood line. Then it disappeared. No tangled metal mess that I expected to see, no smoke and flames, no broken up trees, no blade of grass disturbed. Nothing at all. No car, nothing. No screaming Thunderbird was back on the road ahead of us, no miracle recovery was made. The road following the curve was empty minus the puddles and oil spots.

We double checked the rocket car's entry point into the wood lands, only to become more perplexed. Still nothing. To the left and to the right of what should be tragedy, lay only nature. A recheck of the road in front of us confirmed that the car had vanished.

Other cars that were behind us seemed to be fully unaware of the oddity. Nobody questioned what happened, no odd looks, no rubber necking or investigation of any kind. Nothing. Apparently an event that was only meant for our eyes, Mary and I still can not explain what we both saw.

 

I'll post the other one later.

[Hammer]

I could swear our current house is haunted.

Some background information here:
We live just off of Lake Butte des Morts which is French for Hill of the Dead due to the Indian burial mound in the vicinity.
Depending on what articles you read about the history of the area there was a major Indian battle fought in the area that is now my subdivision.

My son has a bunch of motion activated toys. Examples would be puzzles that make noises when you remove pieces, a jungle set that makes a screeching dragon sound when you move a specific part, a toy car dashboard w/ the steering wheel and a few buttons and a musical piano that plays several songs depending on what keys are pushed.

These toys are what make me believe the house is haunted. The puzzle, even when all of the pieces are out, will randomly make a sound depicting when the horse piece is taken out. The dragon on the jungle set will randomly screech...even when the power button is turned off (doesn't happen now that we took the batteries out...thankfully). The toy car dashboard randomly makes noises that would sound EXACTLY like a child was steering and playing w/ the buttons/levers. Lastly, and the most frightening of them all, is the piano. It can be on the setting for songs and the song "Twinkle, Twinkle little star" will play at nearly the exact same time almost every time. Not every night, but every time it plays it is 10:30 PM. Just at the end of the news...like someone is telling us that it is now time to go to bed.

I never believed in ghosts or hauntings until we built this house...

[Chio151]

Those stupid childrens toys always go off at random times. But I can see how that would be really creepy. I'm guessing it's very similar to Leprechaun, but with Indians.

[burniebrewer]

My daughter has a Disney princess harp that randomly "strums itself" at random hours.

[stoutdude04]

My girlfriends best friend died a couple years back. About 10 or so now. Well, about 4 years ago when we first started dating, we went out to fool around in the snow. Snow angles, snow balls, etc. Her mom was taking pictures of us throughout. Well, we went back to look at the pictures that her mom had taken....no joke....one of the pictures where my girlfriend was making a snow angel, has a picture of a face. A dusty looking face. Now...it was not snowing while we were out, there were not even really snowy clouds that we were making. It freaked us both out when we saw it.....oh yea, it was the night of the girls birthday too...

 

My girlfriend lives in the house her grandpa died in. Apparantly, this guy used to be a big jokester. One night, my girlfriend said that something was tickling her feet, like, actually tickling. She assumed it was her cat moving around near the bottom of the bed. It got so ridiculous that she sat up and told her cat to knock it off. Looking around, her door was shut and no cat in site. She walked out of the room and sure enough, the cat is laying at the edge of the walkway...she refuses to sleep with her feet laying all the way to the end of the bed now.

 

When I was a senior in High School(03) I used to always go out in the country to my friends house and go in his hot tub. It had become a once or twice a week thing after hockey. Me, him, and another friend. Anyways, he liked to smoke illegal substances, A LOT of illegal substances. One night, he was doing his thing, my other friend and I were just chatting, looking at my friend, who had the cover standing upright behind him...leaning on the hot tub. Out of nowhere, this HUGE light, lights the entire sky. My smoking friend freaked out...swearing, and saying oh my god, he claims it was a ship that lit up out of nowhere, and just took off. Incredibly fast. Now, I saw the massive light, ive never seen anything else like it before, my other friend saw it as well, just the light though. This was a clear night, nothing really in the sky....it was amazing. If I bring it up to him to this day, he just says....holy "s..." man, I cannot believe what happened that night. Of course, its hard to believe him given his history.

 

 

edit: im gonna try to get a picture of the face up on here

[brewerjamie15]

This is probably my last one I have to offer up. Maybe more, but they'd be insignificant since they are not really popping up in my memory.

 

Rachel was about 2 years old, maybe 3. It was again fall, oddly enough. It was time to put summer clothes into storage and bring winter clothes out. I started the dreaded chore of hauling bins of stuff to the attic only to be rewarded with a return trip of even heavier containers brilliantly labeled with tags reading "Jamie: Winter" or "Mary: Winter". Our daughter didn't have much in storage since she'd have outgrown the previous year's sweaters and the like.

I remember seeing my breath up in the attic. It had a wooden floor I could walk on and some storage shelves I had built. Trying to find some things extended my stay upstairs, so I dug into a container aptly labeled as "Jamie: Coats". Sure enough, there was one in there. A wind breaker to be exact, one that my used to be my father's. My mom gave it to me after my dad passed away in 2001.

 

Unfortunately for my wife and daughter, they never got to meet my dad. They've seen pictures, and I always talk about him, but they did not get to see him. Anyhow, it was cold up there in that attic. I put my dad's old coat on. It was not hooded, nicely colored, and featured a Miller Brewing Co. patch on the left breast. My dad got it when he worked at the Brewery.

I had not seen that coat for a while, since I had put my dad's things away and rather shied away from them because of the memories. It felt good to have the coat on. I could somehow feel my pops around because of it. By the time I made some clear areas for summer clothing, I had amassed quite a haul of winter stuffs to go back downstairs.

 

I got to the living room holding a Rubbermaid container full of "Hats and Scarfs: All" and asked my container labeling wife where she wanted the box. I set it where she told me to, and looked over to Rachel who was sitting on the floor playing with her Peek a Blocks. Rachel looked up at me, and raised an arm pointing a short little finger at me and smiled. She then said: "Papa Mitch's coat!"

Rachel's statement floored me. Almost literally. Rachel had never seen the coat before. Mary had never seen the coat before. No pictures of my dad in that coat were in our house, no pictures of anyone in that coat. I had not mentioned the fact that the coat I was wearing belonged to my dad prior to Rachel's telling us.

 

I was not scared. I was not freaked out. I was comforted actually, because I knew then that my dad was around watching his little princess, his daughter in law, and myself. Sometimes he's around whether or not he makes his presence known is up to him, but I feel him rather often, and that's pretty neat.

 

 

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[bullox]

I saw Ned Yost manage the Brewers.

[sbrylski]

These are nuts! Keep them coming! I've never experienced anything like these stories. Not sure if I ever want to, but very interesting.

[Gormans sideburns]

I grew up with a cat named Buckwheat who loved to sit in my parent's picure window in the sun everyday. He always laid next to a small clock my parents had for years (looked like a miniature grandfather clock) but the pendulum in the clock never moved back and forth even though it was supposed to. This cat lived to be 18 years old and was having health issues near the end. One day my parents made the decision to take him to the vet to have him put down, and when they returned home the pendulum in the clock started swinging back and forth for about 30 seconds before stopping for good. It hasn't moved since then and that was 2005. Creepy stuff!

[crewcrazy]

Anyone have any good Pfister Hotel stories? I always enjoy the stories that pop up every year about opposing players having freaky stuff happen to them while they stay there. Looks like it was the Twins' Carlos Gomez's turn to have a story written about him this year: http://www.startribune.co...efer=Most%20Emailed:Video

 

My personal favorite Pfister Hotel story is when Adrian Beltre (when he was still with the Dodgers) got so scared that he slept with his bat in hand while staying there and only had two hours of sleep in three nights. He heard knocking at his door and in the hallway, but no one was there. His TV and air conditioning unit kept turning off and on by itself. Then he heard pounding noises behind the headboard of his bed.

 

Nice to see that Mr. Pfister continues to give the Brewers a nice homefield advantage. http://forum.brewerfan.net/images/smilies/wink.gif

 

There's actually a book out there about the experiences baseball players have had and their superstitions, called "Haunted Baseball". There's a preview available on Google if you search for it, and you can read some pretty long excerpts for free. Definitely cool if you're into that kind of thing.

[pitchleague]

there was a really good thread about a year or year and half ago about believing in ghosts but darned if I can't find that thread in the off-topic archives.

 

There is still a "I think there's a ghost in my house" thread around someplace from earlier this year, I believe.

[DuWayne Steurer]

I have a couple, one "sorta" supernatural, and another not.

 

Over the last several years, having moved to a house in a semi-rural area, the wife and I had taken somewhat of an interest in astronomy and basic star watching. We became halfway decent at recognizing most of the constellations, as well as the features and major individual stars. 2 summers ago my brother was over, it was about 9:30 pm, we had stepped outside (my brother's a smoker) and it was a nice, cloudless evening. My brother looks up and says "Ok, what are these 2 bright ones right there?"

 

Just to the east, about 75 degrees up, there's 2 extremely bright spots, about 10 degrees apart, brighter than any other star in the sky. Not being a fanatical astronomer, but a decent amateur hack, I looked up, and just below what's known as the summer triangle (three bright stars in a pyramid shape, prominent in summer) and there they are. Not being any sort of authority, but a halfway decent amateur hack, whatever they were, I knew they didn't belong there. My brother after about 15 seconds says "they're starting to move".

 

Sure enough, if you looked close, you could see them move from one side of the power line in our line of sight to the other. They started out slowly, moved to the south east for about 15 seconds, and then quickly faded from sight. They didn't go beyond our line of sight, they just faded.

 

Now I'd seen plenty of satellites, but nothing ever close to that bright, that fast, or that faded so quickly. Now, I'm not saying we thought it was alien spacecraft, but it was weird, and since we couldn't tell what it was, by the technical truth of the term, they were (for us at least), UFO's.

 

It didn't take long to hit the ol' interweb however, and find that it was indeed the space shuttle and space station. I can't remember the site, but there's a good one that lists all the times they'll be visible, and when and where.

 

I guess the resolution of the story makes it not so very spooky, but at the time it was kind of weird and cool in it's own way.

[DuWayne Steurer]

Sorry for back to back posting, but I do have another story, that I can't help but enjoy sharing.

 

Back in 2001 I was a sweep tech contracting for Time Warner in the Milwaukee area. Right after school had let out, we were given the Marquette campus to activate and QC the reverse sweep for high speed internet. The buildings on campus, being old, had the amplifiers in some odd places, utility closets, sub-basements, you name it.

 

Now some of you Marquette alum will know the geography better than me, but there's a building, I believe it's called either North (or West?) Hall on the North side of Wisconsin Ave, heading west, out towards the edge of Marquette's buildings. It's 8 or 9 stories tall. We had been on this project for about a week, and I had 2 amps in this building, and one in another building to finish the campus up for good.

 

I went in, being after school there's only one person in building manning the desk for utilities and stuff. I told the young lady why I was there, and looking at my map, it appeared that one amp was on floor 7, and one was in the sub-basement. Unfortunately, that's all the info we had, and we had to really look to find them. I went up to floor 7, and yes, it's empty and quiet, but not believing in ghosts and whatnot, I'm not at all unnerved by this. I find the janitors closet, find my amp, and set down (takes maybe 10 minutes or less to sweep an amp) to work. About 5 minutes in, I hear a door slam, quite loud.. I'm not startled, but I wonder how a door would slam, but figure, 7 stories up, maybe a window is open somewhere, and all these bedroom/dorm rooms doors are standing open. A few minutes later and I hear another one slam. Ok, not cool. I finish up my amp, go to the end of the hall where there's a community bathroom, and as I'm washing my hands, I swear I heard the stall door creak. Now, this is just stupid, I don't believe in this stuff, and I don't need to start a panic reflex action, so I force myself to calm down.

 

I head back to the lobby, I ask the girl how to get into the sub basement, and she calls a campus security guy. He says because the boiler room is down there, he has to let me in. We go down a flight, and then another to a steel door, which is locked. He opens it, shows me where the boiler room is, and says, just show myself out, make sure I close the steel door, it locks when you close it. Ok, no prob.

 

I find the amp, right next to the boiler, and when that sucker kicked on about 5 minutes in, I about crapped. I laughed, calmed down, and finished up. I go back the way I came (anybody who's ever been in a basement on Marquette campus knows it's a maze, it's all connected, and spans several city blocks) and find, to my utter dismay, the door is closed, and locked. My cell phone is 2 stories underground, and no signal. It's gonna be 3-4 hours before I'm expected home, 2-3 hours after that before the wife would start to worry, and 1-2 hours after that before she'd proably call my boss, and the only thing they know is that I'm "somewhere on Marquette campus".

 

There's not a lot of light down there, and definately creepy. There's no way to describe it I guess, but when the only thing you can hear is your own breathing and your heartbeat, and you're locked away from everything with no potential escape for 6-8 hours or more, your mind will start to play tricks. I started looking for another way out, and the more I walked, the more I was CERTAIN I could hear footsteps behind me, and I had to force myself to believe it was echo, my mind playing tricks, so on and so forth. This went on for 45 minutes, maybe less (probably less) when I heard a door slam, from a direction I'd already come from. I went back, and the door I thought I heard was shut and locked.

 

Now again, I'm not a believer so to speak, but it's really hard to keep the panic instinct from taking over in a situation like this. The more you look over your shoulder, stop and listen, and think about it, the harder it gets to control. The shadows start playing tricks on you, the echos start to become voices, and you can't convince yourself you're alone. I was just about on the verge of total panic when I opened a door and felt a breeze. It was pitch black, but I could hear vehicles. I went in, found a stairwell, went up, and found a locked chain link gate that opened into a parking garage. No problem, as I had heavy duty side cutters in my toolbag.

 

Now several months later, it was October as a matter of fact, I was sitting on the computer, looking at an article about haunted places in Wisconsin, more out of amusement, when I came across Marquette U. I found the exact building I had been in, and there was a snippet about a supposed ghost of a student who had supposedly died in the basement and now haunts the place by slamming doors, moving small objects and so on. My wife from 5 feet away said she saw goosebumps go up on my arms, which is funny, looking back.

 

I still don't believe in ghosts, I don't claim to have seen anything supernatural, what it comes down to is hearing a few doors slam that maybe shouldnt' have been able to close on their own, but still...........

[Patrick425]

Out of nowhere, this HUGE light, lights the entire sky. My smoking friend freaked out...swearing, and saying oh my god, he claims it was a ship that lit up out of nowhere, and just took off. Incredibly fast. Now, I saw the massive light, ive never seen anything else like it before, my other friend saw it as well, just the light though.

Stoutdude, not saying this is what you saw. However, we had a similar thing happen to us. A couple of months ago my family was in the living room looking out the window at our cat who was chasing a chipmunk. Suddenly there was a huge flash that lit up the whole sky (no clouds or storms any where near). It was really freaky. We watched the 9pm new to see if there was any explanation or if anyone else saw it. They didn't say anything, but then later they mentioned several thousand Waukesha residents being without power because a transformer (or something) blew. We then realized that is probably what we saw.

[Dmiles23]

There's actually a book out there about the experiences baseball players have had and their superstitions, called "Haunted Baseball".

I was listening to the 1250 post game show driving home from a game shortly after the Brewers traded for CC. CC was being interviewed after his latest W, and this book came up. CC and some Cleveland teammates have a story in the book. I don't think he mentioned which hotel they were staying at, but the story was: They were staying in a hotel, on a pretty high floor. They get into an empty elevator and push the L button for lobby. The doors proceed to close, and they head down. But the elevator stops on the next floor down, the doors open, but nobody is there. They feel a gentle gust of wind leave the elevator, then a gentle gust come on the elevator. This happens on the next 5-6 floors, and they get creeped out and decide to use the stairs.

[Menotti80]

there was a really good thread about a year or year and half ago about believing in ghosts but darned if I can't find that thread in the off-topic archives.

 

There is still a "I think there's a ghost in my house" thread around someplace from earlier this year, I believe.

i rememebr taking a part of that, and the stories of my girlfriend's old house were the ones that freaked people out the most. lol.

 

i will look for the thread or re-post the stories later,...

[Hammer]

This is the thread that Menotti refers to:

http://brewersfandemonium...reply/233183#reply-233183

[Fatter than Joey]

I have never had anything real bizarre happen to me.

 

My wife however..

 

My wife about every 3-4 months sees a "man" or "feels his presence" in our house (over 100 yrs old). About 4 times a year -- my wife will "see" the "man", and assume it is me -- and then I unsuspectingly come up from the basement, or outside -- and my wife will proceed to shriek and scream at me, because she thinks I was in the other room. This, of course, scares the yost out of me -- probably to the degree if I ever saw "the man", I would probably be less scared by that.

 

My wife is a EMT, and has seen some pretty gruesome things, and has experienced some weird sensations related to her job. She tells me about them all the time, but I sort of go on autopilot, and I have forgotten a lot of details.

 

The most terrifying thing to ever happen to me was about 10 years ago -- my daughters were 4&5ish -- I was sleeping and I felt the sensation that someone walked into my daughters room, which was just down the hall. Of course, I wanted to go check, but I had some sort of night "paralysis" and I could not move my body, but my brain seemed alert, and quite frightened. What was scary, was the paralysis part, that I couldn't move my body to help the girls. I have no doubt I was either partially or entirely dreaming the event..., but that was as scared and felt as helpless as I have ever been in my life.

[DatHoser]

As a young child, I managed to freak out my parents not once, but twice. Back story, my oldest brother Mikey (not is real name) was killed a year before I was born. The first freakout happened when I was about three. We drove by the spot where Mikey was killed in a car crash. No mention was ever made to me as I was pretty young and the pain to my mom was still relatively hard. As we passed the spot, I said, "This is where Mikey was killed in his car." The second was just as weird. Being from near Shawano, we rarely ventured too far away. When I was four, we passed through Weyauwega for some reason. When passing a farm implement dealer, I said, "This is where we got our tractor." The tractor was bought new, 7-8 years earlier by my dad who, you guessed it, had only my brother Mikey along with at that time. I only vaguely remembered the second occurence, but I've been told about them more than a few times.

[T B0NE 10]

As a young child, I managed to freak out my parents not once, but twice. Back story, my oldest brother Mikey (not is real name) was killed a year before I was born. The first freakout happened when I was about three. We drove by the spot where Mikey was killed in a car crash. No mention was ever made to me as I was pretty young and the pain to my mom was still relatively hard. As we passed the spot, I said, "This is where Mikey was killed in his car." The second was just as weird. Being from near Shawano, we rarely ventured too far away. When I was four, we passed through Weyauwega for some reason. When passing a farm implement dealer, I said, "This is where we got our tractor." The tractor was bought new, 7-8 years earlier by my dad who, you guessed it, had only my brother Mikey along with at that time. I only vaguely remembered the second occurence, but I've been told about them more than a few times.

Maybe you were him in your previous life http://forum.brewerfan.net/images/smilies/indifferent.gif

 

Umm my sister has some pretty freaky stories with wegi boards but I'm not sure how much I trust them...thats about all I got

[JonnyLungs]

As kids, we did the whole Ouija board thing. The main person we were 'communicating' with was somebody by the name of Jacob that died at 12 years old.

 

Anyway, that whole phase passed and a few years later my mother was digging around her garden and hit a stone. She dug a little deeper and it turned out to be a grave stone. She turned it over, and guess what? The gravestone was for a Jacob that died at age 12 in 1860. To make it more interesting, this Jacob lived in our house.

[dadofandrew]

I have nothing to add of actual scariness, except for this Reader's Digest like tale from my part-time retail days...

 

I was working in the storeroom at TRU, where I was one of the slowest, worst builders of any kind. I was working with this 16/17 year-old who was a whiz, could put together a bike in 10 minutes, anything in 20. He was a nice guy, but odd. Out of the blue, he asked me if I believed in ghosts. I said, no, not really. Undeterred, after a 30 second pause, he said, "I do. I used to talk to one almost every night. He'd come into my room right after I would turn out the lights, before I'd go to sleep." I just let him talk, as I thought he was most certainly nuts, or just telling a story.

 

Finally, I kind of realized a gap, so I said, "Used to? How long since you talked to him?"

 

With all seriousness, he said "It's been over 6 months. He hasn't showed up to talk to me since I stopped drinking and smoking pot".

 

It all made more sense then.

[brewerjamie15]

I just laughed out loud at that one. Fine story Al.

[OglivieHomePerm]

After my grandfather passed away, my older brother took over his farm. During the summers, I would move in with him, and help him with the farm work. (I was probably 14 or 15 years old when this particular thing happened) The front door on that house had one of those push-button locks on the doorknob. All you had to do from the inside was turn the doorknob, and the door would unlock, and you would hear a combination pop/click sound as the lock released. I was very often the first person that would leave the house in the mornings, so I was very familiar with the sound of the lock releasing as I would leave the house.

 

One time, my brother must have left the house, and locked the door on the way out, while I was in the barn. The key was in the house, the door was locked, so I couldn't get into the house. Having no spare key, I decided to pry open the wood chute door, and climb into the basement. It took a bit of time, but I was able to get into the house. The basement was dark, so I was already a bit freaked out, but I made my way through the basement, and up the steps, into the house. What really freaked me out however is when I reached to turn the doorknob to unlock the door. The doorknob turned right open, with no familiar click/pop. My 14/15 year old brain immediately surmised that the house was haunted, and that a ghost had unlocked the door while I was in the basement. I sprinted out of the house, and did not go back in until my brother got back.

 

Admittedly, my experience is not as terrifying as some, but it scared me pretty good at the time. Still not sure what happened with the lock, best I can guess is that my trying to open the door from the outside must have shifted the workings of the lock around from their normal position, so that the lock didn't make it's "usual" sound when it released. Or maybe Grandpa unlocked it for me :-)

[homer]

I got really drunk at a bar and took a hot chick home with me. When I woke up the next morning I found she had morphed overnight into a disgusting sea hag! That was creepy. It's happened to other guys I know too.