The Briefing Room
General Category => General Discussion => Topic started by: 240B on October 28, 2018, 05:11:37 am
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I've seen threads like this on other sites, and thought we could try it here. I'll start.
When I was 18 I took a job in New Orleans. I got a little apartment close by where I work. One night something woke me up. A disturbance in my bedroom. Someone was in my room and my bedroom light was on. There was a skinny old woman clutching at my blanket from the foot of my bed. She was on the floor kneeling. All I could see was her head above the mattress and her arms clutching at my legs.
She said, 'I am Jehovah's witness. I have seen the multitudes slain.' several times and then vanished. Don't ask me what this means. I don't know? I've never heard that phrase before or since and do not know where it came from. Was I dreaming? Why would I dream that? Whatever it was, I remember it today as clearly as if it happened yesterday.
That is my creepiest story. Now tell yours.
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I don't know if any of you used to celebrate Devil's Night, but in Michigan we did. Devil's night was celebrated the night before Halloween and as teenagers we would go out and toilet paper people's houses, trees, mailboxes and ring doorbells and run, etc.
I was with a couple of friends celebrating Devil's night; we rang a doorbell and ran only to be chased. The person chasing us finally stopped. By that time we had come to an overgrown field, but we finally came upon a clearing and stopped as we noticed that there was a bonfire in the distance. Around the bonfire was a group of people. The group of people were all dressed in black robes and near the fire was a large pentagram. We glanced at each other and whispered to each other that we were witnessing a coven and obviously some kind of ritual going on. In the next instance we could hear them exchange some kind of words and two of them came running towards us.
We took off and ran and they kept chasing us. Not knowing what to do and because we knew the area well, we dropped to the ground in the field and started quickly crawling towards the highway. Scared to death that they were going to catch us, we finally made it to one of our classmates house and stayed there until one of my friends brother picked us up.
It was the very last time I ever 'celebrated' Devils Night.