Spirits from the Speakeasy


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I didn’t know that’s what it was called until much later. I was living in a hous

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I didn’t know that’s what it was called until much later. I was living in a house in Laguna Beach that had been there since the 1920s. In it’s history, it had been a speakeasy, a brothel and a house for smuggling illegal immigrants.

One day, my new wife and I were having an argument. I can’t even recall what it was about. She walked down the block to get a cup of coffee and cool off, and I was alone in the house. The way the place was built was incredibly haphazard. There was a bedroom and living room on one side, then a bathroom with two entrances. On the other side of the bathroom was a hallway that had windows in one side and two bedrooms on the other. From my bedroom, I could look across the hall into the bathroom, then through the bathroom and down the other hall. I was standing at my dresser, and I just noticed movement out the corner of my eye, and looked down there. There was… and honest to god, this gives me goose bumps just typing it, 17 years later, a black figure. It was maybe three feet tall, and it was only vaguely humanoid. it looked like black scribbles, like someone had scribbled a human shape, but the scribbles moved, like electricity arcing, that’s the best way to describe it.

There was no sound that I could remember. I distinctly remember when I saw it I wasn’t afraid, just like, WTF? Then it noticed me looking at it. I can’t say it turned around, it just, focused on me I guess. THEN I was scared. I didn’t move, didn’t scream, nothing, I was just frozen, because it just fucking came at me, it RUSHED down the hall towards me. I have no idea what it intended, but as soon as it entered the bathroom, the door closest to me just SLAMMED shut on it. I screamed. I yelled for my wife. She wasn’t home. I went outside, into the daylight, and didn’t go back in until she got home about 10 minutes later.

I don’t believe in ghosts. I don’t believe I saw something supernatural, but I know I saw something. I don’t know what it was.


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Urban legend: Curse of the faceless woman Lost in time

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Lost in time, this story is told, about a woman, dark and bold.
She walks the streets on a foggy night, with a hood on her head to hide from sight.

Her story starts one summer’s eve, beside the lake an evil deed.
A thief stole her daughter’s life, and filled her soul with pain and strife.

On a moonlit night along the shore, two young lovers walked and more.
In each other’s arms that night, they talked of love and held on tight.

In the morning they were found, their hands and feet with rope were bound.
Eyes wide open a vacant stare, their souls are gone and no ones there.

The police did search for the one, an evil deed to be undone.
In vain, they search to no avail, their efforts weak, lost, and pale.

A mother’s heart broken and splayed, a debt to justice went unpaid.
She walked the streets at night alone, to make the sinners pay and atone.

She searched the shores by day and night, a vain attempt to make things right.
And then one early morning dawn, she was found her spirit gone.

On foggy night’s times untold, she walks the streets dark and bold.
She only walks the streets at night, within the fog to hide her flight.

All clad in black she walks alone, an evil soul she’ll make atone.
She walks among the star-less night, sometimes seen beneath the bright streetlight.

All children know to be aware, least they see her standing there.
They hurry home at the approach of night, sure that they would die at her sight.

So in the night if you should see, a woman in black, listen to me.
Look not at her face I say, or with your soul you shall pay.


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The Haunted Room – Hamlet, NC

One night, many years ago now, I was asleep in the back bedroom of my parents’ house in an old iron bed that had belonged to my great grandmother. Over in the morning, I woke up when I felt someone lay down beside me. Somehow I knew whatever it was, it wasn’t human and I was terrified to turn over, afraid of what I would see. I lay paralyzed in fear until daylight broke through the windows. I jumped up, still without looking back, and practically ran from the room.

When my mother got home after working third shift at Hamlet Hospital, I told her what had happened. At first, she looked surprised, then proceeded to tell me that the same thing had happened to her. She said, at first, she thought it was our dog, but when she called his name, he came running in from another room. When I asked her why she never said anything, she replied that she didn’t want to scare us. When asked if she turned around to see what it was, she said, “Are you kidding?”

A year or so later, my youngest brother was sleeping in that same room when he said he woke up to hear voices in the wall. He woke up my other brother who was sleeping in the middle room right beside this bedroom to tell him about the voices. My other brother told him he was imagining things, to go back to sleep. My youngest brother got back in bed and went back to sleep. Then, my other brother started hearing the voices. He woke our younger brother and they went to find our father to tell him what had happened.

Not sure if it’s the room or the bed, but we have tried to find out if a previous owner might have passed away in the house with no luck. Mama did finally get rid of the bed, but to this day, no one in the family will sleep in that room. We won’t even go in there after dark…..

Hamlet, NC - Haunted Bedroom

Mother of twins

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Mother of twins
This is a short but creepy and very thought-provoking story about twins. I found this version on the Swedish podcast Paranormalia, issued on the 25th of January 2016 .

I am the mother of six year old twin girls. Yesterday, a beautiful springday, I took them to the lake for a picnic. On the way there we drove through a quaint village. The girls chattered about this and that, I didn´t really pay attention as long as they stayed friends. We drove slowly through the village. Outside an old villa, a woman in her forties was tending her garden. Suddenly, both girls turned quiet, sitting stiff upright in their chairs. “Mother, mother!” They chanted in unison as we passed the woman in her garden. “For heaven´s sake”. I was a bit irritated but forgot all about it during the day. It was late afternoon as we once again drove thought the small village. To my surprise, the woman was still working in her garden. “Mother, mother, mother”. The children started chanting again. They were looking straight at the woman, pointing. I snapped. “Enough of this noncense!” I stopped the car and walked up to the woman. “Do you recognize these girls, “ I asked, sternly. She looked at the girls in the car, and they stared back. “No, but I had twin girls. They died six years ago”.


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